I'd introduce myself with my full name but I don't have one.
I use he/him pronouns.
I may not be stuck on this stupid island anymore,
but at least the league doesn't seem to care so I'm good ig.
And I have a tumblr now.
Yay.
//lore below
//TW- general Respawn ?
//TW - blood, language, gore, abuse, idk
//ooc
Respawn, yippie, love the guy and apparently not as many people know about him as I would like to. Boy deserves some love.
A quick recap of his lore:
(cannon, and yes this is straight from the wiki):
Respawn was artificially created by Ra's al Ghul. Who combined the DNA of Talia al ghul and Slade Wilson (Deathstroke)
He was created as an organ donor to Damian Wayne if he suffered grievous injuries during training.
Because of a healing factor he inherited from Deathstroke, Respawn's organs would grow back after surgery to be harvested anew.
Over the years, he lived in the shadows and withstood Ra's al Ghul's brutal experiments. He grew a deep resentment for his half-brother Damian - jealousy.
Ra's al Ghul's torture of Respawn became even more gruelling when Damian joined Bruce as Robin, after a while Ra stopped visiting Respawn and the child was left all alone in his confinement
Respawn was able to escape from his chains and flee his imprisonment by chewing his own arm off.
More detail on Damians relationship with Respawn here
After that he joined Deathstroke
HOWEVER
I'm not too confident in that part of the lore so this is where the Canon ends.
(predeathstroke!respawn au)
Feel free to interact in any way tho. I'm open to pretty much everything. Magic anons are allowed, but keep in mind he's 14 at best.
I'm open to any Rp's. I'll even do the same storyline multiple times. Idc. I'm bored and a whore for any drama. :)
Alright so, I'm warning everyone, reader discretion is adviced
(lmao it's just really shitty fanfiction)
Warnings : brainrot language, cringe, overuse of lowkey, and the author is my twelve year old brother
Context: me and my little brother were hanging out and decided to play a game where we just, make shit up about media that we knew nothing about but the other person enjoyed.
I chose dc and gave him the character RESPAWN, while providing basic stuff like how he was Damians half brother etc
I asked him to make up a backstory for respawnand uhhh, here it is 💀
Respawn the origin story
(source: trust me bro)
Basically one day Damian and his two rabbits called Inki and Pinky went golfing. But then he lowkey hit the wrong balls and almost killed Inki. Then Pinky called the rabbit gang to beat up damian. And he almost died. BUT Lowkey damian's dad did not care because he lowkey had to hit that dub in Fortnite.
But then Damian's butler fredocinni Alfredo took some DNA from the lollipop Damian had been licking for the past 6 years cause he doesn't have teeth (he lost them from falling from the 27th floor while playing vr minecraft in the womb. it was for the diamonds, so very important)
Using that he created butseekers Damian the seventeenth.(The other sixteen died) But then damian's father lost the fortnight match and then slimed out Damian via pew pew method out of anger
Then fredocinni Alfredo transferred the brain stuff from deadamian to butseekers Damian the seventeenth. then they lowkey all the hit the right foot creep and went into the home and watched skibidi labubu
and then damian's father turned Damian corpse into a basketball and tried to do a Kobe but he lowkey missed and the ball rolled from the US to tibet
And then the ancient Tibetan monks used ancient Tibetan techniques to turn damian back alive but they lowkey banished him because he did not have enough w sigma rizz
They threw him off the mountain but damian lowkey hit the energy water bucket clutch
And then he decided to start his villain arc and named himself respawn, because once he fell down he saw someone so ass at minecraft who kept dying and respawning and realised that respawing correlates to restarting and that is highkey tuff.
"Okay, so we know you're starved, and dehydrated, but I gave you water already, so." Steph grabs the sandwiches she prepared after setting Respawn on a medical cot. "Do you have any major wounds, besides the ones on your arms?"
She pulls out a medkit and sits down across from him.
Respawn shook his head, not trusting his voice to stay steady. His eyes flickering from you to the sandwich and to the med kit. His hands tightened their grip on the cot. It was rather clear that most if not all of his encounters with anything medicine related were not so positive...
Steph seems to notice and lowers the medical kit, frowning a bit.
"...Or, you know, I could put this," She points at the kit, "Back for a bit, and we could just talk. You know, what you want. Just eat first."
Steph got it, sorta. She didn't love being hooked up in the medbay either, so she wasn't gonna push it. Pushing on something like this did nothing but scare someone more.
"I have a lot of things I don't like too. Like green-brown. yeuck," she says, gagging. "Seriously, worst color in existence."
"It's like a mix between shi-" she paused. "...Uh, crap, and vomit. Worst color in the world. Second worst is orange, but that's just because of personal beef. It's too bright."
She leans back in her chair, before moving to sprawl herself over the arm rest. It was definitely not comfortable on her back.
"A sandwich. It's just regular picnic sandwiches, so ham, cheese, lettuce, and mayo. I normally would've added mustard, but again, I don't know if your stomach can handle it."
She plays with her glove.
"I used to eat them all the time growing up. My diet was just anything I could grab or make quickly, so energy bars, sandwiches, and frozen bare waffles. I'd say I'm a master at making sandwiches now."
She was just talking to fill the silence, but she knew Cass. She knows how to talk for a long time very well.
"I thought you would," she says, smiling. "I mean, I don't think you've eaten a lot in your life."
Then, Steph groans and leans back.
"Oh my god. Please don't become a vigilante when we get back to Gotham. We already have Red Robin and Red Hood. No Red Respawn," she says, although it's clear she's joking. "Actually, about that, you are staying at the manor, right? At least, at first."
"Okay, so we know you're starved, and dehydrated, but I gave you water already, so." Steph grabs the sandwiches she prepared after setting Respawn on a medical cot. "Do you have any major wounds, besides the ones on your arms?"
She pulls out a medkit and sits down across from him.
Respawn shook his head, not trusting his voice to stay steady. His eyes flickering from you to the sandwich and to the med kit. His hands tightened their grip on the cot. It was rather clear that most if not all of his encounters with anything medicine related were not so positive...
Steph seems to notice and lowers the medical kit, frowning a bit.
"...Or, you know, I could put this," She points at the kit, "Back for a bit, and we could just talk. You know, what you want. Just eat first."
Steph got it, sorta. She didn't love being hooked up in the medbay either, so she wasn't gonna push it. Pushing on something like this did nothing but scare someone more.
"I have a lot of things I don't like too. Like green-brown. yeuck," she says, gagging. "Seriously, worst color in existence."
"It's like a mix between shi-" she paused. "...Uh, crap, and vomit. Worst color in the world. Second worst is orange, but that's just because of personal beef. It's too bright."
She leans back in her chair, before moving to sprawl herself over the arm rest. It was definitely not comfortable on her back.
"A sandwich. It's just regular picnic sandwiches, so ham, cheese, lettuce, and mayo. I normally would've added mustard, but again, I don't know if your stomach can handle it."
She plays with her glove.
"I used to eat them all the time growing up. My diet was just anything I could grab or make quickly, so energy bars, sandwiches, and frozen bare waffles. I'd say I'm a master at making sandwiches now."
She was just talking to fill the silence, but she knew Cass. She knows how to talk for a long time very well.
"Okay, so we know you're starved, and dehydrated, but I gave you water already, so." Steph grabs the sandwiches she prepared after setting Respawn on a medical cot. "Do you have any major wounds, besides the ones on your arms?"
She pulls out a medkit and sits down across from him.
Respawn shook his head, not trusting his voice to stay steady. His eyes flickering from you to the sandwich and to the med kit. His hands tightened their grip on the cot. It was rather clear that most if not all of his encounters with anything medicine related were not so positive...
Steph seems to notice and lowers the medical kit, frowning a bit.
"...Or, you know, I could put this," She points at the kit, "Back for a bit, and we could just talk. You know, what you want. Just eat first."
Steph got it, sorta. She didn't love being hooked up in the medbay either, so she wasn't gonna push it. Pushing on something like this did nothing but scare someone more.
"I have a lot of things I don't like too. Like green-brown. yeuck," she says, gagging. "Seriously, worst color in existence."
"Okay, so we know you're starved, and dehydrated, but I gave you water already, so." Steph grabs the sandwiches she prepared after setting Respawn on a medical cot. "Do you have any major wounds, besides the ones on your arms?"
She pulls out a medkit and sits down across from him.
Respawn shook his head, not trusting his voice to stay steady. His eyes flickering from you to the sandwich and to the med kit. His hands tightened their grip on the cot. It was rather clear that most if not all of his encounters with anything medicine related were not so positive...
"This bramble is killing me!" Steph mutters as she pockets her phone, kicking past the waist-high bushes. When one snags on her cape, she groans and grabs a batarang, starting to cut low branches and leaves.
"A mile..." she grits out, nearly tripping on a root and then glaring at the ground. The ground didn't reciprocate her anger. "Well, here's to hoping that at least when I get to the kid he's nothing like Dames was at first. I think if he does the whole independent, doesn't need help thing, I'm gonna throw my boot at him."
She had the feeling it would be very, very similar. Ugh.
After quite a while of walking, you hear what you assume is Respawn. His voice hoarse from disuse and lack of water, and not quite clear. His pronunciation is weird. It's understandable, but barely so. Like he didn't speak... Ever
"Respawn, finally," she says, stepping out from the woods and flopping down next to him. "Ready to go? Because I just walked a mile for ya through the thickest woods this suburban girl has ever seen, and I'm so ready to never go through forests ever again once we leave."
She pulls out a plastic water bottle and tosses it into Respawn's lap, along with an energy bar.
"Here, I stocked up on stuff. I even have crackers and a few more bars, if you need energy to walk."
He tenses the moment he sees you. Looking at you cautiously, ready to defend himself if needed. He was just barely taller than Robin (take that), his face pretty much a carbon copy of Damian's except with dark circles under his eyes and matted hair that was originally pure white.
He was way thinner than a kid should ever be and his arms were scarred, his flesh just yet slowly healing.
"....An energy bar?" Steph asks, raising a brow. "It's food. Kinda. It holds you over till you can eat real food. I ate them after my all gymnastics classes growing up."
Steph makes a mental note of all these things, quietly, thoughtfully.
"You cut yourself on the thorn bushes, huh?" she asks him. "Why were you so desperate to go through the woods?"
She makes sure she's very open body language wise, completely non-threatening. She didn't want to scare him.
"Hm... " He took the bar, his hands trembling, he tried opening the package, not sure how, frowning at it. Every now and then his eyes would flicker up to you to make sure you're not trying to do anything.
"I can't have the league finding me" he nodded, ignoring your question about his arms.
"..."
After a while, the bar frustrated him enough and he just tore the packaging. Looking at it with distrust...
"It's oats," she explains, reaching over and opening the water bottle cap for him. Just in case. "Well, oats, honey, excessive sugar... My favorite flavor growing up was strawberry, but I thought plain oats would be better for now."
"It's probably been a while since you ate anything. I don't want to overwhelm you with delicious unhealthy flavoring, so for now, nothing too bad."
She scoots a little closer to Respawn.
"It's good, trust me little guy. It is dry though, so drink water after eating, kay? And chew well."
"once Damian left, they didn't have a use for me... So ... They left me in the lab to die off..."
He winced, rubbing the healing wounds on his arms.
"i don't think they've realized I'm gone. That حيوان would have to care enough to unlock the lab and send someone to see if I'm dead yet. But I don't want them to even try to get me back in there."
frowning Respawn pushed himself with great difficulty to stand up, swaying slightly but catching your arm, on instinct, not to fall.
Steph lets Respawn lean on her, sighing softly at the kid’s current state. It caused her heart to squeeze.
“Trust me, they won’t get you back into that lab, never again,” she says, moving Respawn’s arm around her shoulders, allowing for her to help him more.
“Who’s… uh… I’m not good at Arabic. Do you mean Ra’s?” she asks him.
"Well, now I wanna learn it more," Steph jokes, before she starts conversing with Damian over walkie talkie. Some bickering, before eventually the plane flies over them.
"This bramble is killing me!" Steph mutters as she pockets her phone, kicking past the waist-high bushes. When one snags on her cape, she groans and grabs a batarang, starting to cut low branches and leaves.
"A mile..." she grits out, nearly tripping on a root and then glaring at the ground. The ground didn't reciprocate her anger. "Well, here's to hoping that at least when I get to the kid he's nothing like Dames was at first. I think if he does the whole independent, doesn't need help thing, I'm gonna throw my boot at him."
She had the feeling it would be very, very similar. Ugh.
After quite a while of walking, you hear what you assume is Respawn. His voice hoarse from disuse and lack of water, and not quite clear. His pronunciation is weird. It's understandable, but barely so. Like he didn't speak... Ever
"Respawn, finally," she says, stepping out from the woods and flopping down next to him. "Ready to go? Because I just walked a mile for ya through the thickest woods this suburban girl has ever seen, and I'm so ready to never go through forests ever again once we leave."
She pulls out a plastic water bottle and tosses it into Respawn's lap, along with an energy bar.
"Here, I stocked up on stuff. I even have crackers and a few more bars, if you need energy to walk."
He tenses the moment he sees you. Looking at you cautiously, ready to defend himself if needed. He was just barely taller than Robin (take that), his face pretty much a carbon copy of Damian's except with dark circles under his eyes and matted hair that was originally pure white.
He was way thinner than a kid should ever be and his arms were scarred, his flesh just yet slowly healing.
"....An energy bar?" Steph asks, raising a brow. "It's food. Kinda. It holds you over till you can eat real food. I ate them after my all gymnastics classes growing up."
Steph makes a mental note of all these things, quietly, thoughtfully.
"You cut yourself on the thorn bushes, huh?" she asks him. "Why were you so desperate to go through the woods?"
She makes sure she's very open body language wise, completely non-threatening. She didn't want to scare him.
"Hm... " He took the bar, his hands trembling, he tried opening the package, not sure how, frowning at it. Every now and then his eyes would flicker up to you to make sure you're not trying to do anything.
"I can't have the league finding me" he nodded, ignoring your question about his arms.
"..."
After a while, the bar frustrated him enough and he just tore the packaging. Looking at it with distrust...
"It's oats," she explains, reaching over and opening the water bottle cap for him. Just in case. "Well, oats, honey, excessive sugar... My favorite flavor growing up was strawberry, but I thought plain oats would be better for now."
"It's probably been a while since you ate anything. I don't want to overwhelm you with delicious unhealthy flavoring, so for now, nothing too bad."
She scoots a little closer to Respawn.
"It's good, trust me little guy. It is dry though, so drink water after eating, kay? And chew well."
"once Damian left, they didn't have a use for me... So ... They left me in the lab to die off..."
He winced, rubbing the healing wounds on his arms.
"i don't think they've realized I'm gone. That حيوان would have to care enough to unlock the lab and send someone to see if I'm dead yet. But I don't want them to even try to get me back in there."
frowning Respawn pushed himself with great difficulty to stand up, swaying slightly but catching your arm, on instinct, not to fall.
Steph lets Respawn lean on her, sighing softly at the kid’s current state. It caused her heart to squeeze.
“Trust me, they won’t get you back into that lab, never again,” she says, moving Respawn’s arm around her shoulders, allowing for her to help him more.
“Who’s… uh… I’m not good at Arabic. Do you mean Ra’s?” she asks him.
