#robinmarkfive

[iamthenightwing]

It's video game night.

I'm going to need a couple bottles of vodka.

[nightingaleheartz-archive]

robinmarkfive started following you

Arching her eyebrow at her younger adoptive sibling, the girl rolled her eyes. "Yes, Dami. What do you want? Am I bothering you, enough?" 

[lilmisshal-blog-blog]

Replaceable. [Unfinished Damian Fic, RP based.]

Damian lay.  Incapacitated.  Immobile.  Damian lay.  Watching.  Waiting.  Damian lay... ...Damian lay...

Damian’s not sure.  How much time has passed?  What day is it?  Damian’s not sure.  Where’s his mother?  Where’s his father?  Damian’s not sure... ...Damian’s not sure...

And his fingers ache.  His fingers ache, and his legs ache, and his bones ache.  Everything aches, but he knows it’s not aching.  He knows that it’s screaming pain.  He knows that actually, every part of him is on fire, but the medication has dulled it down.  And his eyes turn to that IV, the fluid dropping slowly.  He’s not sure what it is.  But it looks clear.  Maybe it’s water. ...maybe it’s water...

Why. Why.

Why.

“Because you are a monster.”

Damian’s eyes flick to the side, a smile lighting on his features.  It’s sick and twisted, but satisfied.  Because if he’s dead, he’s in hell.  And if he’s seeing Morgan Ducard here, then at least they’re there together.

“You father is bound to you by a sense of honor and duty--he would not actively allow you to be hurt, to be killed...but it’s just like any other vile creature...you may not actively kill it, but you are not going to step in to it’s aide if it’s out of the way.”

Damian laughs.

“Am I...am I out of the way?”

“No one even noticed your absence or abduction, Damian, you tell me.”

“Jason noticed.”

“You called Jason.”

“Jason cared.”

“Define caring.”

“I’m not dead.”

“We’re talking, aren’t we?”

“I’m alive.”

“Then what am I?”

“You’re me.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

Morgan smiled, and Damian couldn’t pry his eyes off of it.  Maybe he really was in hell.  Why was hell a hospital room?  He’d always imagined something a little more creative.  He strained to move, but most of him was held down with straps, and the rest of him was simply incapable of such a feat.

[dirtydancinghawk-blog]

robinmarkfive started following you

"Oh~ What a pleasure to meet you, little one~" he purred, eyeing the younger version of the human he was becoming so familiar with. He sure was cute when he was younger...

[reddeadhood-blog]

//Figured i should just go ahead and say

TILL I'M GRADUMATED IN DECEMBER I'M GONNA GO ON HIATUS

BLOOBLOOBLOO

because i barely have time for my personal and thaddu

but I'll start being all fabulous again come december, I promiiisssse

[reddeadhood-blog]

//bbl~

//skoo

AND DAMIAN I'M ALMOST DONE WITH YOUR RESPONSE

EVEN THOUGH I STILL HATE IT OMFG

[reddeadhood-blog]

-makes like he's going to kick him, but then backhands instead.-

fuCK

-stumbles back a step, then whaps right back, without much finesse-

[reddeadhood-blog]

I'm going to kick you in the shins, I think

Oh no.

Not that.

anything but

that