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Indie RP blog for Damian Wayne. Characterisation is a mix of animated movies and comics (mostly comics, though). Non-selective. OCs welcome.

[the-bat-brat]

Hi guys, sorry for the extended absence. Tumblr was causing me some major anxiety so I took a break from all of it for a while. Considering tentatively dipping back into this if people are still interested?

[the-bat-brat]

I absolutely can’t believe any of you are still here thanks so much for your patience with me, you guys

Current plan is to restart the blog as soon as I have time, probably dropping most old threads unless you message me with ones you want to keep going - I’ll be posting new starter calls etc when I do that, but feel free to send me stuff in the meantime!

[asgardian-jotun]

This universe prefers old patterns, old cycles. It would prefer me in an old shape. These files—these stories—have a gravity that pulls at me. That would crush me back into what I no longer am. Away with them, then. I did terrible things to be Loki—things that haunt me, crimes that cannot be forgiven—but I am Loki. And more than that—I am myself.

[the-bat-brat]

Thanks for waiting for me, everyone! As soon as things calm down, I can get back on - unfortunately it’s looking like that might not happen for a couple more weeks, so I’m gonna be on hiatus until then :(

Can’t wait to get back into writing with you!

[ozcobblepot]

❝ I’ve trained my mind to feel no pain. ❞

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“Really? That’s hard to believe… do you wanna test that out, mate?”

[the-bat-brat]

"Do you propose to test it?" Damian raised his eyebrows, half-smirking. "I don't think I need to worry."

[asgardian-jotun]

AU where I’m a functional person

[disfiguredchemist-blog-deactiva]

Bird and a Snake

[disfiguredchemist-blog-deactiva]

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Though the bomb had not gone off yet, Damian eyed it cautiously - he had a gas mask on him. All Robins were taught to be ready for anything, all the time - but he wasn’t sure how effective it would be against whatever she’d created.

He did briefly consider the distress signal in his costume - the possibility to let Batman, let the others know where to find him. Not yet, he thought - he could handle this himself. He could show them that he was capable. But it was there. In case.

“Really? Because it looks like you’re stealing corpses.”

He pulled himself up to his full height - that still wasn’t particularly tall - and fixed her with a glare.

“If you stop what you’re doing and leave now I won’t have to hurt you.” He told her.

His attempts to intimidate her were rather unsuccessful, as the chemist only took great amusement in watching the small boy do so. Isabel chuckled hoarsely and her thin shoulders trembled slightly as she emitted the sickening sound. On account of her hoarse voice, her laughter could be quite ghastly.

His accusation was ignored as she didn’t care to tell him where the corpses came from. Instead, once her laughter had ceased, she stared Damian down with a gaze just as potent as her poisons. Her burned lips pulled into a sneer behind the mask as she only regarded him with scorn and mockery in those brief moments.

“The bat may have taught you well. But clearly, not well enough.” She said before tossing the bomb and therefore setting it off. As soon as the metal canister left the gloved fingertips of the chemist, she turned tail and ran. In her absence, yellow-brown gas began to rapidly seep from the bomb. Evil toxic vapors curled towards the child, threatening to burn him. The gas mask he had brought would be destroyed as well. For gas masks were useless against Doctor Poison’s creations.

Meanwhile, Isabel ran through the alleyway up ahead and disappeared into the shadows. She ran as quickly as she could, taking sharp turns around corners and doing nearly everything she could to lose her pursuer. However, she likely wouldn’t get far with her damaged respiratory system. The chemical burns long ago inflicted to her person were causing for her body to fight against her. As she sprinted, it didn’t take long for her to start huffing and puffing as she gasped for air. Her breath came in clouds and she couldn’t help but fall into a series of violent coughs, leaving her no choice but to stop and catch her breath.

[the-bat-brat]

Damian snapped into action immediately, making a quick decision - instead of attempting an immediate pursuit or trying the gas mask, which he had no certainty would work, he sprinted back where he'd came from and started climbing the side of the building. As most of these gases were heavier than air, his best chance was to get above the gas.

He climbed as fast as he could, but not fast enough to escape entirely - the gas curling towards him burned at his legs and feet, and he yelped, forcing himself to keep going despite the aching in his muscles.

From on the roof of the building, he could see an occasional glimpse of Doctor Poison running, though she was mostly hidden in the shadows - he stopped briefly to assess the damage to his body and decided he could cope with it. His training with the League had taught him to carry on through pain.

He headed in the direction he'd last seen her, and while it took him some time to find her, the fact that she'd been forced to stop and that she was coughing enabled him to manage it. He waited on the roof for a moment, hesitant to immediately engage her again - he'd underestimated her at first, something he had a tendency to do.

[disfiguredchemist-blog-deactiva]

Bird and a Snake

@the-bat-brat interacted for a starter!

A heavy fog hung in the cold night air above Gotham’s streets. Dr. Isabel Maru was in the process of procuring cadavers from a particularly helpful source. Test subjects were hard to get, so she was exceptionally glad to receive them when she could. Whether they be dead or alive. She barely said a word to the man, just passed him some money and stood nearby to oversee the loading process. The chemist didn’t wish to linger too long and hoped to get these back to the lab before they were discovered. She was well aware of several justice servers that would patrol the streets at this time of night and would rather not be here in case the Dark Knight or one of his accomplices decided to show.

Isabel adjusted her trench coat, pulling it closer in order to protect herself from the nighttime chill. Her breath came out in clouds and she suppressed a shiver. Attentive brown eyes watched the process before her but also remained watchful for potential prey and predators. As she soon spotted movement among the shadows, she turned to the brutes who were handling the cadavers with urgency. “Hurry up!” She hissed out hoarsely, her voice quiet. Their movements quickened but Isabel had a feeling that wouldn’t help the fact that they may have already been discovered.

[the-bat-brat]

Though the bomb had not gone off yet, Damian eyed it cautiously - he had a gas mask on him. All Robins were taught to be ready for anything, all the time - but he wasn't sure how effective it would be against whatever she'd created.

He did briefly consider the distress signal in his costume - the possibility to let Batman, let the others know where to find him. Not yet, he thought - he could handle this himself. He could show them that he was capable. But it was there. In case.

"Really? Because it looks like you're stealing corpses."

He pulled himself up to his full height - that still wasn't particularly tall - and fixed her with a glare.

"If you stop what you're doing and leave now I won't have to hurt you." He told her.

[children-ofthestars]

what the fuck rp starters

“Oh look, carnage.”

“I found you beat half to death in a dumpster. When I said I would call 9-1-1 you punched me in the face and said no before passing out.”

“Holy shit you look terrible.”

“Can’t go to my place, I’m making poison in my kitchen.”

“This is the tenth half-eaten corpse I’ve seen. It’s still kinda horrifying but less horrifying than the first time I saw one.”

“Yeah, that’s right, go wander off and commit murder somewhere else.”

Everything about your life makes so much sense now.”

“I don’t know, that sounds like a ‘fuck off’ kind of growl.”

“There’s a girl snorting cocaine off the counter in the bathroom. Just thought you’d wanna know.”

“I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news: some of this blood is mine. The bad news: most of it is mine. And I’m going to pass out.”

“After the fight some dude catcalled me on the way home so I turned around and spat a bunch of blood at his feet. Never seen someone regret doing something so fast.”

“Is that a fucking dragon?”

“That is genuinely disturbing.”

“Don’t smile. You have the smile of a serial killer.”

“This is surprisingly not the worst thing we’ve done. This is like, maybe halfway up the list.”

[the-bat-brat]

Starter call ?

Hey, some Damian muse finally came back! I probably won’t be answering everything at the moment, but feel free to message me threads you want to carry on, send in stuff or like this post for us to start something new!

[the-bat-brat]

Starter call ?

Hey, some Damian muse finally came back! I probably won’t be answering everything at the moment, but feel free to message me threads you want to carry on, send in stuff or like this post for us to start something new!

[the-bat-brat]

Starter call ?

Hey, some Damian muse finally came back! I probably won’t be answering everything at the moment, but feel free to message me threads you want to carry on, send in stuff or like this post for us to start something new!

[the-bat-brat]

Starter call ?

Hey, some Damian muse finally came back! I probably won't be answering everything at the moment, but feel free to message me threads you want to carry on, send in stuff or like this post for us to start something new!

[the-bat-brat]

Sorry for the inactivity, guys. Lots going on - I'll try and get back on here ASAP!

[ozcobblepot]

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“I like the cape.” Damian shot back, unsure if he actually did or was just determined to be contrary.

A pause.

“Something more like I used to have. In the League.”

The attempt to reject everything from his childhood had been difficult, and one of the reasons why he wanted to rebel now - everyone had just expected him to leave behind everything he’d ever known and switch to doing things their way with no problems.

     “Whatever you say, mate.” He shrugged at the other’s response. “If you want the cape then keep the cape. You’re gonna have to show me what your old outfit looked like though ‘cause I don’t got a bloody clue if I’m being honest.”

[the-bat-brat]

Damian nodded. "I wasn't expecting you to know." There was certainly a way he could show him.

[pcrplexum]

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