#gothamscowls

[beauxgordon]

batdance! @gothamscowls

Wandering the party, he had been pretty much trailing one of the servers for the last 15 minutes, using every bit of detective work he had in his skillset and making sure that his mission would be a success. Stealthy, quiet and determined, the red head dressed in a black tuxedo, offset with purple and yellow because he was maybe too obvious sometimes, he was fixated. He needed this. Needed to succeed and get this reward, because everything required it in that moment. Luckily, he was quick, hand agile hands and was able to swipe a glass of champagne from one tray, and another with some shrimp, and paused when he turned back with his prizes and saw Bruce standing there. His eyes narrowed, playfully, as he quickly drank his champagne before Batdad could tell the 20 year old not to.

[sonofwayne]

Damian had snuck down into the Bat Cave. Late at night, body exhausted, but the restlessness wouldn’t allow him sleep. He needed to do something, anything really. No... not anything. He wanted to train, he needed to train. It’d been nearly a week since he had been shot. Nearly a week since he’d been taken out of the field. His carelessness had gotten the better of him and in the end he’d wound up bleeding out on the ground. Embarrassing.

So now he was standing in the training pit of the cave. Eyes dark with anger and frustration. His sword held firmly in his hands as he shifted his body into position. “Training Program Robin 1″ voice echoing into the darkness before the ai system replied swiftly, training program robin 1 activated.

As soon as the first hologram appeared Damian was lurching forward to swing, but instead felt a painful sting run through him which caused him to drop to the floor. “FUCK!”

@gothamscowls

[beauxgordon]

➡️ for @gothamscowls

“I’m fine,” he said, almost with an exasperated sigh as he stood on the rooftop of one of the many, many buildings of Gotham, looking out at the night skyline of hustle and bustle, and knew that he could find himself in a bit of trouble any moment he could. But he knew who was standing behind him, in the dark, cowl, likely scowling with a disapproving glare.

“Really, I wouldn’t be out here right now, doing all this, if I thought I couldn’t handle it,” he said, turning to look at Bruce, eyes trained on the features he could see despite the mask. “So some trust would be awesome, if you’re here to be all mentor-y.” Maybe he was being too defensive?

“Or if you’re just here to say hi.. hey,” he said, with a smile and a wave.

[capriciouscatman]

BATMAN replied to your post:

“I’d like that back.”

“And I’d like a million dollars. Feel like giving me a teeny weeny loan for it?”