The Robin @sonofdiamonds - Tumblr Blog

I am something I have been something I was born something What could I be?

“I will be good. I will make you proud.„

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧.

This blog is apart of @blu3fiish’s Joint A.U. It’s not canon complacent.

Notes( more to be added):

— Damian is an unrealized trans fem

— Damian is also has highly selective mutism. He uses sign language ( He’s fluent in ArSL, ASL and is learning LSE), text/ writing, and occasionally a speech tablet to communicate with others. — He only really ‘talks’ to Bruce

— This is him writing

— This is him using his speech tablet

#Joint AU #Damian Wayne rp #Damian Wayne au #Dc rp

redhoodofclubs

A fallen note lies on your apartment balcony, when read it says

I’d be willing to meet with you, Red Hood Jason. — D.W

( @sonofdiamonds )

It hadn't taken Jason long to find the note. It was on his balcony, and Jason had gone out to take a small break. He found the note and read it over. He read it over a few times actually.

He knew Dick hadn't been lying when he said he had run into Damian. But Jason didn't realize that the kid would be the one to reach out first. That being said, he wasn't one to turn away to ignore the note.

So the man headed back inside, the note in hand. He debated putting in his gear. But the note had specifically crossed out the name "Red Hood." Jason could at least respect that.

He put on a heavy jacket. It got cold in Gotham. Jason headed back to the balcony. He went up the fire escape and headed onto the rooftops. Now once up there, he settled on a spot, sitting down. Waiting for Damian.

sonofdiamonds

He’d had easily found Jason’s residence. After nights of absolute silence in the manor, the ever so curious Damian wandered out. Following his brothers to their hideout. To his honest shock it wasn’t a ‘hideout’ or a safe house of any kind but a small apartment. Granted he didn’t do anything with this information ( Like he should have.). He just people watched. The more he saw the harder a small tug in his chest pulled…He wanted to make himself known.

Damian had worked up the courage to write the note in the first place. It was so odd to him why. He was normally unbothered when it came to others. But he found himself shaking as he pressed his pen to the paper, he had piles of balled up drafts that he had to torch just to end up with a note that was still imperfect in nature. But he couldn’t turn back, he had to do this. He dropped the paper then fled, vowing that he would return later.

When he finished his patrols for the night, he leapt onto Jason’s rooftop. His cape flowing in the nights cool breeze behind him.

redhoodofclubs

Jason stayed on the rooftop for a while, enough for a light rain to start. Jason never minded rain, at one point in time, he would sit out on rooftops in his full gear, just staying in the air, allowing it to fall onto himself, as the air filled with the wet rain smell, hearing the water fall down onto the roof and his jacket. It was always peaceful. Sometimes he brought Tim out to do the same thing, just to enjoy the feeling of the rain.

So Jason had been waiting a while. But he honestly didn't mind it. his jacket kept him warm and there was a certain comfort to just being there.

Now, as the man both heard and saw Damian land onto the rooftop, he put his hand on the wall behind him, pushing up his body from the wall, to stand straight to be able to look at Damian. He moved his head to one side, cracking his neck from being in the stiff position for a while. Then he fully turned to Damian, looking at the kid from down to up.

"Still in the Robin suit?" Jason nods upwards once. Understanding that Damian had just gotten off of patrol. He moved now, walking towards Damian, just a bit. He stayed a bit away but he moved closer.

"So. You wanted to see me?"

sonofdiamonds

The water trickled down. It hit his capes hood, and strands of his overgrown hair that hung out. Rain always pissed him off but even more so now. It usually just meant he couldn’t write and had to use his AAC device. But he couldn’t use that in this situation. B or anyone for that matter could potentially track it.

He rolled his eyes at the obvious question. What was he expecting? Him to go home and change for him? Lunacy.

He’d nod at Jason’s next question. His gloved hands reached in front of him. Signing a few words

‘Do you know asl?’ He asked. Silently hoping that he did.

redhoodofclubs

Watching as Damian signed, Jason nodded a bit. He replied with both his voice and the sign.

"Yeah." Moving his left hand into a fist, to allow it to bob up and down alike to a nod. Speaking as he made that movement too.

Jason knew a few languages. His best ones were Spanish and English. Russian was a close third, but only a third because he hadn't spoken Russian in quite a while.

"So, what'd you need?" Jason only spoke that time. He knew Damian could hear. But he was assuming that.

sonofdiamonds

“I” He pressed his finger to his chest then paused. His brain debating if he should give a legitimate but false reason as to why. The real answer was sad, pathetic even. “I wanted to see you.” He signed. The truth. The truth that he was a lonely kid, who desperately wanted his brothers despite the tear between them and their father.

“All of you.” He didn’t know why he felt like this. He didn’t even truthfully have a real family before. He was used to being in solitude. What was different now?

redhoodofclubs

A fallen note lies on your apartment balcony, when read it says

I’d be willing to meet with you, Red Hood Jason. — D.W

( @sonofdiamonds )

It hadn't taken Jason long to find the note. It was on his balcony, and Jason had gone out to take a small break. He found the note and read it over. He read it over a few times actually.

He knew Dick hadn't been lying when he said he had run into Damian. But Jason didn't realize that the kid would be the one to reach out first. That being said, he wasn't one to turn away to ignore the note.

So the man headed back inside, the note in hand. He debated putting in his gear. But the note had specifically crossed out the name "Red Hood." Jason could at least respect that.

He put on a heavy jacket. It got cold in Gotham. Jason headed back to the balcony. He went up the fire escape and headed onto the rooftops. Now once up there, he settled on a spot, sitting down. Waiting for Damian.

sonofdiamonds

He’d had easily found Jason’s residence. After nights of absolute silence in the manor, the ever so curious Damian wandered out. Following his brothers to their hideout. To his honest shock it wasn’t a ‘hideout’ or a safe house of any kind but a small apartment. Granted he didn’t do anything with this information ( Like he should have.). He just people watched. The more he saw the harder a small tug in his chest pulled…He wanted to make himself known.

Damian had worked up the courage to write the note in the first place. It was so odd to him why. He was normally unbothered when it came to others. But he found himself shaking as he pressed his pen to the paper, he had piles of balled up drafts that he had to torch just to end up with a note that was still imperfect in nature. But he couldn’t turn back, he had to do this. He dropped the paper then fled, vowing that he would return later.

When he finished his patrols for the night, he leapt onto Jason’s rooftop. His cape flowing in the nights cool breeze behind him.

redhoodofclubs

Jason stayed on the rooftop for a while, enough for a light rain to start. Jason never minded rain, at one point in time, he would sit out on rooftops in his full gear, just staying in the air, allowing it to fall onto himself, as the air filled with the wet rain smell, hearing the water fall down onto the roof and his jacket. It was always peaceful. Sometimes he brought Tim out to do the same thing, just to enjoy the feeling of the rain.

So Jason had been waiting a while. But he honestly didn't mind it. his jacket kept him warm and there was a certain comfort to just being there.

Now, as the man both heard and saw Damian land onto the rooftop, he put his hand on the wall behind him, pushing up his body from the wall, to stand straight to be able to look at Damian. He moved his head to one side, cracking his neck from being in the stiff position for a while. Then he fully turned to Damian, looking at the kid from down to up.

"Still in the Robin suit?" Jason nods upwards once. Understanding that Damian had just gotten off of patrol. He moved now, walking towards Damian, just a bit. He stayed a bit away but he moved closer.

"So. You wanted to see me?"

sonofdiamonds

The water trickled down. It hit his capes hood, and strands of his overgrown hair that hung out. Rain always pissed him off but even more so now. It usually just meant he couldn’t write and had to use his AAC device. But he couldn’t use that in this situation. B or anyone for that matter could potentially track it.

He rolled his eyes at the obvious question. What was he expecting? Him to go home and change for him? Lunacy.

He’d nod at Jason’s next question. His gloved hands reached in front of him. Signing a few words

‘Do you know asl?’ He asked. Silently hoping that he did.

redhoodofclubs

A fallen note lies on your apartment balcony, when read it says

I’d be willing to meet with you, Red Hood Jason. — D.W

( @sonofdiamonds )

It hadn't taken Jason long to find the note. It was on his balcony, and Jason had gone out to take a small break. He found the note and read it over. He read it over a few times actually.

He knew Dick hadn't been lying when he said he had run into Damian. But Jason didn't realize that the kid would be the one to reach out first. That being said, he wasn't one to turn away to ignore the note.

So the man headed back inside, the note in hand. He debated putting in his gear. But the note had specifically crossed out the name "Red Hood." Jason could at least respect that.

He put on a heavy jacket. It got cold in Gotham. Jason headed back to the balcony. He went up the fire escape and headed onto the rooftops. Now once up there, he settled on a spot, sitting down. Waiting for Damian.

sonofdiamonds

He’d had easily found Jason’s residence. After nights of absolute silence in the manor, the ever so curious Damian wandered out. Following his brothers to their hideout. To his honest shock it wasn’t a ‘hideout’ or a safe house of any kind but a small apartment. Granted he didn’t do anything with this information ( Like he should have.). He just people watched. The more he saw the harder a small tug in his chest pulled…He wanted to make himself known.

Damian had worked up the courage to write the note in the first place. It was so odd to him why. He was normally unbothered when it came to others. But he found himself shaking as he pressed his pen to the paper, he had piles of balled up drafts that he had to torch just to end up with a note that was still imperfect in nature. But he couldn’t turn back, he had to do this. He dropped the paper then fled, vowing that he would return later.

When he finished his patrols for the night, he leapt onto Jason’s rooftop. His cape flowing in the nights cool breeze behind him.

#dc rp #damian wayne rp