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"I forbid you to die! Do you understand me?" @the-demons-son

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Stephanie groans. Her head hurt. She’d always thought the “seeing stars” thing was just cartoons being stupid—like the coyote hitting a wall the road runner sped right through—except she’s definitely seeing stars right now. The problem with pain was that it was all encompassing after a while. She couldn’t pinpoint what would have the little brat so insistent.

Pain shoots up her fingers as she claws herself up into a sitting position. Where had her gloves gone? Correction, glove. She still had one. Her fake nails were missing on three of her fingers, leaving her nail beds exposed.

Dimly, she’s aware there’s still a fight happening. Dick is thrown across her line of sight, the cape making the image funnier than it should be. He lands on his feet, but there’s a hard line in his jaw. She knows that look. Dick was pushing past pain.

“M’not dying,” she manages to cough out. More pain engulfs her chest. It’s only then when she looks down.

Oh.

Rebar is sticking out of her side. How it had missed anything vital was anyone’s guess. Or maybe it hadn’t and the kid had every reason to be afraid.

[whxlmedwing]

send a 📱 for a voicemail left by the receiver on the sender's phone ! @the-demons-son

@the-demons-son | asked for a voicemail from my muse

“Hey Dames, sorry I missed your call. I’m out of town for a few days with the Titans, but I’ll be back by the end of the week. How about we plan that camping trip we were talking about? I know, you’re too cool for camping blah, blah, blah—humor me.”

[optimisticrobin]

@the-demons-son

Damian shuffled past Richard's room on the way to the kitchen. It was late. Even for a vigilante. Patrol should have tired him out. He had been hoping it would. And yet here he was, awake. Yet again.

@the-demons-son

Dick might not have heard him if he hadn't already been awake himself. Members of their family tended to be light-footed. They also tended to have problems sleeping but that went without saying. Well adjusted people didn't tend to spend their nights playing dress-up and beating the snot out of criminals.

So he got it.

He waited a few moments for Damian to pass by before he climbed out of bed, brushed a hand through his messy, and followed him down to the kitchen.

"Can't sleep, huh?" He asked with a knowing smile. "Me neither. I was just gonna make some chamomile tea if you want some?"

[jp-todd-rp]

"I won't leave you alone." @the-demons-son (dash commentary)

''And when you do, I won't blame you.''

[hacker-codeq]

@the-demons-son liked for a floofy Christmas/winter-based starter

Q had been sitting on the wall for a while; with his hat and scarf and a coat that was definitely thick enough to keep out the wind, he had thought he would be plenty warm to just watch the world go by for the evening but that wasn't proving to be accurate. It had gotten dark a while ago but the urge to return to the hotel, no matter how chilly it was getting, just wasn't coming.

He let out a huff and flopped back so he was laid on the snow, only to realise he was being watch. Blinking as he rubbed away the flakes on his glasses. "You scared me." The Quartermaster pointed out. "What are you doing here? Looking for inspiration?" He pushed himself back up to his feet, dusting the powdery snow off his clothes before it could start to melt. "The lights are nice though, never thought Gotham would be festive."

[supertwins]

@the-demons-son ( continued )

Damian looked to Clark for a cue of what to do before following, the sound of his crutches feeling louder than they had been before but he was agile enough on them, refusing to take the slower pace. "Yes. Damian Wayne." He wondered how much they'd know of him. If they knew about Robin. They knew of course, who their father was. "And you are Jordan, and Jonathan Kent." He added, picking out enough detail to identify them correctly.

The farmhouse was - rather pleasant really, considering. Lived in. It was full of the warmth he had began to attribute to his 'Uncle Clark'. Different again from the other places he had stayed. It was no palace, or manor, but he could see the appeal. "You have a nice home." His etiquette lessons with Pennyworth would not be wasted, but he was stiff, formal, and even as he spoke he knew it felt out of place here.

He absently chewed at the inside of his cheek. It hadn't been his idea to come to Kansas of all places. A compound fracture from a rogue attack gone awry the evening after school had ended for the summer and it had sent his Father into some kind of unreasonable panic. He could have simply rested the injury at home, supported Batman from the cave, but for some reason he had been sent away - to be babysat by Superman and inflicted on his children who clearly were not consulted on the matter. Damian would be lying if he said it hadn't stung.

Jon could tell how awkward the poor kid was feeling, and he was clearly injured, so as soon as they stepped into the living room he plopped himself down onto the couch, hoping that would help Damian feel comfortable sitting down and getting the weight off his leg. “Thanks.” He had his mouth open to ask some kind of follow up question when Jordan cut in.

“Wait -- Wayne? Like, Bruce Wayne?”

Jonathan blinked. He hadn’t connected the name Wayne to anything, but now that Jordan mentioned it...

[robin-redrobin-drake]

Is this Brotherly Bonding?

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It wasn't really anyone's choice for them to be teamed up together. No. It'd been happenstance that they'd both been out on patrol around South Gotham at the same time. But when there'd been a mild spat of violence, they'd both responded.

Everything had been wrapped up, but then Tim was left with Damian. They get along just so well. "Hey. Uh. We should uh. Do something brotherly?" He sounds weak even to himself. "Like ice cream or something."

[oftomorrow]

@the-demons-son ( continued )

Damian was taken aback slightly that Superman had responded to his mutterings. But then again, of course, the alien had super hearing. He had forgotten in his annoyance.

Admittedly not the best first impression he could have made for his Father's... Ally. Even if he was butting his nose in where it wasn't wanted.

But apologies were never really Damian's style. It was almost on par with admitting weakness, and that he would not do. So instead he folded his arms and doubled down. "Tt- We could have handled it without your help."

Clark took a moment to look at the people around them -- most of which were frozen from the remnants of his ice breath -- then returned his attention to Robin. He hadn’t worked with this latest one too much, and clearly, they were not getting off on the right foot. “You know, most people usually just say ‘thank you.’”