#petiteblue

[damianfuckingstark]

I apologize, however I do not think I can participate this time.

[snarkbats-blog]

(( ; w ; Thank you guys for sticking with me through thick and thin when I first started my snarkiestwonder account! <3 Without any of you guys, I would not be able to roleplay Damian as flexibly as I do now. 

c: Especially my lovely Batfam and my Damianfuckingstark. :U You pros, you. <3 <3 Merry X-Mas and lots of love!

8D Pffft. <3 Harper. Fuckmyspandex. <3 Always making my day. We're such cool bros man, such cool bros. :U))

[fuckmyspandex]

Ah, what the hell.

Come here. 

[fuckmyspandex]

DICK GET OUT.

[thesnarkiestwonder]

Chocolate treats from France

Dahlia decided it was not worth the time it will take to put her hair back into their pigtails. Instead, she leaves them as they are, combed down and curled at the ends. She had just a mere moment to look at herself after finding a pair of simple black briefs (too big now to be underwear but perfectly fine to act as temporary shorts) to wear under her skirt. The black locks with her tanned skin reminded her dearly of her mother even if the glance only lasted a few seconds long.

She supposed if she was born a girl, Dahlia would grow up to be a spitting image of her mother excluding the personality that was obviously closer to that of Bruce and her eyes. 

The girl knocked lightly against the office's door before waiting patiently outside, hands lacing behind her. She would wait until she was invited in.

[thesnarkiestwonder]

A look too many.

He tugged the new pair of sweatpants on, ignoring the little stings that came from tugging at the edges of his newly stitched wounds. The boy looked around for his shirt but all he saw was his previous one that smelled of bandages, antiseptic, and the copper tinge of blood.

It made his blood curl, reminding him exactly what he had done at the warehouse. Damian shook his head with a grumble before moving to pull one of Bruce's drawers out. There were plenty of shirts to choose from there.

He could always wash it before his father could find out he had taken one of his shirts without permission. The Robin pulled it over his head, grimacing when one of his arms got caught in an uncomfortable position. His shoulders burned but pain could always be easily ignored.

Dressed properly with clean clothes, the Robin made his way to the door. He didn't need to stay in the room any longer. Surely the time he had spent here would be enough 'rest'. A hand settles on the knob and with a twist, the door opens. Damian's eyes widen at the sight of ..another Grayson and Bruce. Without even thinking, cheeks flushing red -he could smell what had just taken placed-, the boy slammed the door closed again.

Once he realized what he had just done, Damian simply scowls and takes a few steps back away from the door. No place to run and trying to get out now would be just a desperate attempt to pretend nothing happened. The boy may have made mistakes but the one thing he wasn't was a coward.