put on your war paint

Come and find me in the dark now. Everyday by myself I'm BREAKING down. I don't wanna fight alone anymore. Bring me out from the prison of my own pride. My God, I NEED a hope I can't deny. In the end I'm realizing I was never meant to FIGHT on my own. Damian Wayne. Batman. 18.

[iamaweapon]

believcinlove​:

closed starter for @iamaweapon !

the past three years have brought so much loss. so much pain, for them all. not just for those who stayed on earth, but for those who left, those on the ark who knew they were the best hope for the human race to survive. diana never expected them to return, not while their earth was still as infected as it is. and she didn’t fault them for it, especially given it was her own choice to stay behind and do what she could for this earth.

she knew the next generation would do well, protecting their people. even if they were too young to have to do so. she had faith in them, in what they could achieve, in the peace they could bring when they found a new home.

but now… to see them again, diana’s overwhelmed with relief. to know that they’re here is to know they survived. they succeeded in a mission with so many unknowns.

she shouldn’t be out here, she knows. the risk is high, and if she were to become infected it would be a huge danger to the remaining population. but surely.. she can spare a few minutes. “damian -” she calls, moving faster than an average human would to the boy. though, he’s not.. quite a boy anymore, though. three years haven’t just allowed him to grow. she can see the weight of the suit he now wears, heavy on his shoulders as it had been on his father’s. the amazon doesn’t wait for confirmation, doesn’t bother holding for a response upon reaching him, she simply wraps her arms around him, giving him a hug she was sure she’d never have a chance to give him again. “it’s good to see you.” she says softly, letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. “we will need to retreat in a few minutes.” a few minutes is enough, though. for the time being.

    coming back to earth, there was always the question of what they had missed, what they had yet to witness, and the losses that were more than likely to have occurred since they had left this planet behind. damian had never quite imagined that any of them would have ever returned. at least, not while the anti-life equation was still ravaging the planet they had once called home, those pain and memories just left in the wake of everything they had once known. for him, though, there had been no time to mourn. no time to grieve. carrying the legacy of his father had propelled him forward and damian had fallen into keeping himself busy with work. 

   now they were back, and there was another mission for him to put his full focus back onto. they needed to track cyborg down, learn the reasoning behind the sos and do whatever they could depending on what the message was. what damian hadn’t expected was to see a far too familiar figure rushing towards him faster than a normal human would, and before the young batman could say anything he was enveloped into a hug. 

   normally the contact would be unwanted, undesirable and damian would make it known rather violently. favorable contact and affection hadn’t been something he had grown up within the league, and the years he had spent in gotham had made it difficult for him to open up still. things changed, though. the world had changed. he understood now everything he had taken for granted and it made his heart ache. so he found himself wrapping his arms around the amazon in return, hugging her tight. damian had missed her -- missed so many people even if carrying on the legacy was necessary. “it’s -- good to see you as well, diana,” he finally managed to get out after a moment.

   as much as damian wanted to stay in the moment, he knew how dangerous it was. especially for diana of all people. her falling to the anti-life equation would be disastrous. “understood. we should get to safety. there’s much to catch up on.”

[iamaweapon]

spoilingrobin​:

@iamaweapon​ “aaaand welcome home.” it was meant in a few ways, certainly. coming back to earth was one. reuniting with someone she very deeply cared for was another. and then, of course, there was the traditional sense of showing the other around. “..i mean, it’s definitely no wayne manor. i miss tik-tok more than i miss just about anything, and ivy will definitely fucking kill you if you do the wrong thing with the plants. i’ve learned to just….not touch them, and i advise you do the same. but, yeah, welcome home.”

    there were quite a few conflicting emotions running through him upon returning to the planet he had once called home for so many years of his life. so much had changed in the last three years since he had chosen to go to earth-2 with most of the population, but there was one thing that remained the same. the anti-life equation. “good to know some things don’t change around here,” he muttered. “the safe zones have remained impenetrable so far, that’s good to know. how has everyone been managing after so long??” straight to business, as was expected from him. as much as damian wanted to focus on his sister welcoming back home, there was too many emotions there. best not to chance it.

[iamaweapon]

(aramis knight, 18, he/him) - are you ready to fight for your world, DAMIAN WAYNE? through everything that’s happened in the world, you’re known to go by BATMAN and have been said to be INTELLIGENT and ARROGANT. over the past three years, you could be located at EARTH-2 and word out there is that your abilities include MARTIAL ARTISTRY, STEALTH, AND GENIUS LEVEL INTELLECT. seems like that’s going to help you survive this apocalypse.

Don’t patronize me or I’ll break your face.

History

the son of bruce wayne and talia al ghul, damian was raised for ten years in the league of assassins. he became an incredibly skilled and deadly assassin at a very young age, growing in skills and intelligence as he was meant to be the heir of the league

however, when his mother introduced him and his father, it was under the assumption bruce would join them. damian chose to defect from the league and join his father in gotham instead

with bruce gone, dick took up the mantle of batman and chose damian to be his robin. it was during this time he began to learn the ropes of heroism and gained an understanding of how to use his skills to help people

upon his father’s resurrection, damian began working with him as robin and was taught that life was not meant to be taken

sometime down the line, his mother resurfaced as the head of the levithan. with a hit out on his head thanks to his mother, attempts were made to kill him, though talia eventually had a clone of damian made, known as the heretic

faking his death and forced to stay hidden, damian refused to allow his family to fight while he did not. he chose to disobey and joined the fight. it was then that the heretic made his appearance, and in order to protect dick’s life, damian fought him and was impaled through the chest

after a year or so, he was finally resurrected. fuck dc for saying damian went to hell

he began to get back into his old life as robin, though he remained haunted by his death and everything that had come with it.

is a vegetarian and an animal lover. will find him collecting pets

has a lot of scars on his body. like. a lot

still has nightmares about dying

when the anti-life equation hit, damian lost so much in his life. losing people he loved and cared for really hit him harder than it normally would because he never had an opportunity to be open about how much he cared.

taking on the mantle of batman at 15 was one of the hardest things he had to do in his life, and the weight on his shoulders was beyond heavy

Present 

for the last 3 years damian has been on eart-2 helping everyone that came over on the arks settle into their new life and helping with the new justice league 

still carries the weight of the cowl very heavily on his shoulders but he’s trying his best to live up to the legacy that was left behind by his father

once the SOS was sent out by cyborg, of course he jumped to help and figure out what was happening, so he was one of the ones to come back to their earth in order to figure out what was going on 

Abilities

Genius Level Intellect: Damian has inherited a genius IQ from his father.

Intimidation

Investigation: Damian, having been trained under the "World's Greatest Detective", has been able to deduce people's actions as well as solve mysteries with few amounts of data.

Martial Arts: Trained by the League of Assassins, Damian has stated he knows just as many martial arts as Batman and can use them more effectively. This may be a largely overstated comment but one should not ask for verification. Damian may not be physically tough but he knows how to control his weight and has stated that he knows, "one thousand ways to kill a man." Damian's training has made him a formidable hand-to-hand combatant able to defeat or hold his own against multiple opponents, armed opponents or skilled hand-to-hand combatants.

Stealth: Damian was able to sneak into Gotham City and furthermore into the Batcave virtually undetected until he felt necessary. Of all the Robins, Damian may be the one that is the most silent

Swordsmanship: Damian assaulted both Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne on separate occasions with his sword, apparently the same sword used by Ra's al Ghul. Although Damian no longer uses his sword he may be unmatched with one if armed correctly.

Throwing: Damian is trained by the League of Assassins in shuriken throwing and further trained by Batman in Batarang throwing.

[hotarunohono-archived-deactivat]

The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t even nightmares                                                                                           they’re memories.

[incorrectbatmanquotes]

My father would be ashamed of me if I was a murderer, but my grandfather on the other hand, he’d buy me an ice cream.

Damian Wayne (via incorrectbatmanquotes)

[batfamcreys]

[ryan-potter]

Ra’s trained me to take his place. Talia would’ve been mine as well, until your father came along. And created something special. Me.

[jasontoddwayne]

gotham academy | damian wayne

“wha? nothing! i mean– i’m robin, of course!”

[iamaweapon]

slainrobin‌:

@iamaweapon​

   “ hey, brat, ” jason greets with a touch of genuine fondness that he can’t quite tamp down on.  maybe the halloween season just gives jason the warm fuzzies.  or maybe he sees little echoes of himself in his youngest brother, or maybe jason’s just thinking too kindly about himself.  hard to know.  “ you look like you’re hungry.  are you still doing that vegetarian thing ?? ”

     “todd.” tone is snarky, as it tends to be whenever he speaks with certain people. not that he’s actually annoyed jason was around. he was hardly going to admit it, at the very least. gaze flickers over towards his brother, barley managing to not roll his eyes. admittedly he was a tad hungry. damian couldn’t quite recall the last time he had eaten today. “obviously,” he muses. “that is hardly going to change. i suppose i could go for some food, however. it has been a while since i last ate.”

[iamaweapon]

brdwctcher‌:

@iamaweapon !

It doesn’t surprise Dick that everyone’s taken to following him around. He knows everyone wanted him to take more time before jumping into patrols. And Dick’s still of the firm belief that a year was more than enough time, but.. they’re entitled to their opinions. And they can handle those opinions however they want. Even if that means he’s stuck with his little brother following him around the streets of Gotham, sticking to the shadows and trying not to get spotted.

Of course, if Dick can spot Bruce doing the same thing Damian has no chance of staying hidden, but… apples and oranges, right?

Tonight’s gonna be different, though. Dick’s sure of it. He’s suited up, his mask’s sitting on the counter beside him as he tests out his eskrima sticks, making sure they’re undamaged, ensuring the extra functions are all working the way they should. And he knows Damian is lurking somewhere in the cave, hooded, trying to hide, fully intending to follow him when he makes his way out into the city. So… “You know what’d be fun? A joint patrol. Haven’t done one of those in a while. Nightwing and Robin, takin’ on the streets again.. wouldn’t that be nice?” He muses with a grin on his face, loud enough and obvious enough that Damian will have to show himself.

    his concern should hardly come as a surprise, especially whenever it comes to grayson. it was no secret how much the youngest robin had taken to the other, nor how much he adored his eldest brother. despite emotions and affection being difficult for the young wayne, things had always seemed to come far easier whenever it came to dick. perhaps it was because grayson had given him a chance to be more than a killer, or maybe it was the bond that had formed during their time as batman and robin when their father had been thought dead. while damian tended not to be obvious of such affection and love for his eldest brother, it was always there under the surface. ever since the incident, as damian referred to it, he had become far more protective than usual. thinking that he had lost dick once had been far too much, this time had pushed the boy to the edge.

    perched up on the t-rex, damian grimaces when he hears grayson’s voice echoing throughout the batcave. seemed his cover was blown no matter how stealthy he was. removing himself from his hiding place, damian made his way down the stairs, slowly tugging down the hood as he peered carefully at his brother from behind the domino mask. “i suppose it has been a while,” he muses, choosing to ignore the fact he had been all but called out as people seemed to enjoy saying. besides, damian can’t deny he enjoys the idea of patrolling by dick’s side again. “however, i have a condition should i agree to this joint patrol. i wish to call the shots.” it would set him at ease knowing he could ensure grayson didn’t push too far.

[iamaweapon]

ofdarknights‌:

@iamaweapon

Hazel eyes focused on the cave’s computer screen, a half empty cup of hot tea settled besides the large keyboard, a furrowed brow as a constant flow of information was thoroughly inspected and classified–many things had changed in the past ten years, but some remained completely unalterable. Gotham had always been filled with danger and chaos, the collision that brought the two universes together doing little to improve the already deteriorating conditions of the city. More trouble was added to the never ending list, more people needed to be protected, more precautions needed to be taken. Even after ten years, it wasn’t easy to get used to, the vigilante feeling like no matter how much information he uncovered, he was only just scratching the surface.

The new discovered dangers however weren’t the only thing Bruce needed to watch out for, his gaze shifting away from the computer when he caught sight of his youngest son arriving to the cave and attempting to walk up the stairs into the manor. Hazel eyes narrowed. “Damian,” he called out, leaning back on his chair. “What is that?”

    no matter how stealthy damian was, it seemed he never would be a match for his own father. a tad disappointing, considering his extensive training in the area. at least it seemed to only occur with a few members of the family, and even then it was rather rare. wincing ever so slightly, the youngest son slowly tightens his hold on the moving object beneath his shirt and jacket. he had been hoping to get past his father, considering that alfred would have had the same reaction. either way, it had been a lose-lose situation for the young boy. pausing, damian slowly shifted to face his father, albeit still attempting to keep the movement hidden.

   “i have utterly no idea what you mean, father,” came the response, just seconds before a furry head and ears were popping up from the collar of his shirt. lovely. “--i may have needed to intervene with certain matters and wound up with this rabbit in my possession. hardly of importance. he needed a home and i was hardly going to allow him to be left alone.”

[iamaweapon]

spoiilers‌:

         “  one  wee  date  -  ”   she’ll nag  ,   the two of them side by side as the city is being explored  .     “  let me set you up on  ONE  date  .   i think it’ll be so fun  .   maybe you’ll actually  like  them  .   i have good tastes you know !  ”    and then maybe his grumpiness factor would lower  ,   by like  -  a lot  .    @iamaweapon !

      “no.” voice is set -- hard, and more than a little annoyed by the idea. damian can hardly believe that this is a conversation occurring right now. “hardly. we both know most people do not tend to like me and the feeling is more than mutual. i have no time for such boring, mundane things like dating.”

[iamaweapon]

Don't patronize me or I'll break your face.

the son of bruce wayne and talia al ghul, damian was raised for ten years in the league of assassins. he became an incredibly skilled and deadly assassin at a very young age, growing in skills and intelligence as he was meant to be the heir of the league

however, when his mother introduced him and his father, it was under the assumption bruce would join them. damian chose to defect from the league and join his father in gotham instead

with bruce gone, dick took up the mantle of batman and chose damian to be his robin. it was during this time he began to learn the ropes of heroism and gained an understanding of how to use his skills to help people 

upon his father’s resurrection, damian began working with him as robin and was taught that life was not meant to be taken 

sometime down the line, his mother resurfaced as the head of the levithan. with a hit out on his head thanks to his mother, attempts were made to kill him, though talia eventually had a clone of damian made, known as the heretic

faking his death and forced to stay hidden, damian refused to allow his family to fight while he did not. he chose to disobey and joined the fight. it was then that the heretic made his appearance, and in order to protect dick’s life, damian fought him and was impaled through the chest

after a year or so, he was finally resurrected. fuck dc for saying damian went to hell 

he began to get back into his old life as robin, though he remained haunted by his death and everything that had come with it. 

damian has now been in gotham for 8 years of his life and has been robin for as long. he’s been through a great deal but has grown and matured even more

is a vegetarian and an animal lover. will find him collecting pets 

still very rude and can be cruel, though he is getting better at it

he’s at  point in his life where he is uncertain what path to take. damian doesn’t want to be like his mother or grandfather, but he is uncertain to take the path of his father as well

has a lot of scars on his body. like. a lot

still has nightmares about dying 

[iamaweapon]

divincdfuture:

    “ contrary to popular belief, i don’t think this sidewalk is big enough for the both of us. ” she cracks a brief smile, fingers tapping the side of her handles as it weren’t obvious enough what she’s referring to, “ it’s a nice saying. bit unrealistic in small picture things. you mind if i squeeze by first ?? ”

    though he scoffs, there is nothing cruel behind it. damian had grown over time in gotham, as robin. he wasn’t the same person that he had once been. even if his arrogance remained, smong many other qualities, he truly had changed. “here i presumed i was small enough for such things.” even as he spoke, damian still moved out of the way. “or so i am informed.”

[iamaweapon]

allanxiety:

          “ don’t say that! every time someone says that, something bad happens. ” the absolute last thing they all needed was ANOTHER round of bad vibes coming their way. so, yeah, it could be worse, but throwing that out there into the universe only invites worse and jess wants none of that in her immediate circle, thanks.

   “tt if you truly believe in bad luck, you are utterly hopeless. there is no such thing. people merely bring that upon themselves.” by believing in such foolish superstitions. there was always a reason behind everything. damian believed that. they would fix everything soon. “we are the masters of our own fate.”

[iamaweapon]

    now that i am free from the holidays, i can finally spend more time around here. if you’d like a starter, hit the like button !!

[iamaweapon]

harperarsenall:

Roy’s a father, he’s not about to rise to the bait of a kid who just wants to get into a fight, hell, he used to be that kid, but it’s…harder than it should be. He rolls his eyes in return, shrugs his shoulders. “I have a genius level intellect you know.” He says, folds his arms across his chest. “And it’s impossible to accurately predict every variable in a fight, even the son of Batman must know that. You can’t assure a victory every time.” 

“C’mon, you’ve never thought about getting one?” He raises an eyebrow, tilts his head. “From what I’ve heard you have a great appreciation for art.” 

    the boy lets out a small -tt- at the words. “i do not believe i asked for such information, nor do i care much. we both know my intellect is far superior anyhow.” as was expected, given how damian was raised. at the mention of fights and victories, his shoulders lifted into a small shrug. he had faced defeats before in the past. the most fatal, of course, being his death. it wasn’t a memory that damian enjoyed thinking about. “i understand that. though, in our line of duty we must prepare for whatever is to come. i will be victorious 99% of the time.” he pauses, thinking over those words. yes, he enjoyed art. it was a passion that had stemmed from a young age. “it has never crossed my mind before. i would not be opposed to it, however.”