#pintsizedassassin

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@pintsizedassassin

For so long, Jason has felt nothing. Since the green ran through his blood, reviving him in all the worse of ways. He had to relearn how to be human, and he was doing a damned poor job of it. 

That was, of course, until he met Damian. Damian, the small child who was being raised in the brutal and unforgiving world of the League of Assassins. Who was being raised by Talia and Ra’s, both unforgiving powerhouses in their own right. Both cruel in their own way. 

Jason was drawn to the young child, though. In the strangest of sense, he saw himself in the boy. He wanted to help him, he wanted to ensure that nothing bad will happen to the boy. He wanted to ensure that the boy would live the life he never got the chance to. After his decision, he became Damian’s watch dog. He never, willingly, left the boys side. He fought for him, sacrificed for him, bled for him. Then he decided, he would run for him. 

The League of Assassin was no place for a child. No, the child deserves a chance at a real life, and deserves a chance to be a real kid. Jason came into Damian’s room, it was the middle of the night, the moon high and dark, he had a little bag with his own things and Damian’s. He woke the boy, shushing him as soon as he did, “Don’t make a sound. We’re leaving, Damian, but we need to be quiet.” 

[starflcre-blog]

“Oh!” Kori has the unique experience of tripping over someone, even though she’s floating along a few inches over the floor. She rises up a bit further, knees drawing up, and she turns around to realize she’d caught her shin on Dick’s little Robin!

“My apologies, I didn’t see you there! Are you alright?”

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[jaydier-blog1]

“Hello, little brother.” Jason smiles and wraps Damian up in a hug, ignoring that he’s obviously in the middle of a patrol as Robin. Jason had managed to sneak away from his keepers long enough to make his way to Gotham. Video calls haven’t done justice, and he’s missed his little brother something awful. Grandfather and Mother prefer to keep Jason close in Nanda Parbat, and Jason appreciates their protectiveness -- he does! -- but he’s had just as much training as any ghul of the League and he can look after himself.

“I missed you. It’s so good to see your face without the troublesome distortion of a screen.”

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[thedemonsdaughter]

“Your father’s other children are troubling you?  You could always kill them.”

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[jaydier-blog1]

"Hypothetically, what would it take for you to assist me in sneaking a bear into the Batcave. For research purposes. Hypothetically."

“A bear!? Jesus fuck, babybat, the fuck kind of hypothetical is that!?”

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[jaydier-blog1]

who you callin’ “punk”?

@pintsizedassassin

“Fuck off.” Jason glares up at Robin. The suit is different, it’s a different kid than the usual Robin, but he knows the guy is about his age and he’s wearing the distinguished R, so he’s gotta be Robin.

He clutches the bag of apples in his arms tighter against his skinny chest. He’s tiny, barely past four feet tall, and dangerously thin from the state of near-starvation he’s been in for the past several years. “I don’t care what you say, I’m not givin’ ‘em back! I need it more than that crabby old grocer does, anyway.”

[thedemonsdaughter]

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She knelt before him.  More than that, once she was on her knees, she leaned forward, bowing her upper body until her forehead touched the ground beneath her. It was an action she could feel herself fighting in a nearly visceral sense and it took every ounce of will power to remain kneeling on the floor in front of her son as his father looked on.

Damian may not have planned for it, but Talia had alway known there would come a day when she would bow to her son, as she had bowed to her father before him-- as she rightful should have bowed her husband but for his betrayal and rejection.

She was sure his father would be very pleased at this turn of events-- he did so love his victories-- but she could hear his boots leaving as he excused himself, seemingly knowing to leave well enough alone.  It was humiliating enough for him to be there in the first place, he thankfully had not stayed to humiliate her further.

Damian came to her-- she could hear his feet- and crouched to take her hands, and only when he spoke did she lift her eyes to his.

Perhaps she should say something-- but she had no words.  She waited instead, her hair falling down across her face like a veil.  Perhaps no one would see her shame behind it.

[gothamdad]

"Father." Damian all but runs across the gala and definitely does not hide behind his father. "It's bad enough these harpies flock around you, but now they feel entitled to touch ME."

         Bruce  had  been  chatting  with  a  woman  that  clung  to  his  arm,  his  free  hand  gently  swaying  a  glass  between  two  fingers.  It’s  when  he  hears  his  son  that  the  billionaire  excuses  himself,  just  in  time  for  the  kid  in  question  to  come  up  in  such  an  annoyed  fashion  to  use  him  to  hide.  He  wasn’t  one  for  these  galas  either,  but  keeping  up  appearances  was  important.  “  Are  they  trying  to  pinch  your  cheeks  ?  I  got  a  lot  of  that  when  I  was  your  age.  ”  The  man  chuckles  before  ruffling  his  son’s  hair.  “  We’ll  be  leaving  soon,  I  promise.  ”