light years ahead

[thedarkheir]

    are you a fan of a robin that comes from a different mold than all the others ?? like a robin who’s always eager to fight and kick some criminal butt ?? how about one that absolutely adores animals ?? this is the blog for you, then !! revamped damian wayne indie here looking for new interactions and new rp partners. these things seem to be getting around a lot faster these days, so please LIKE or REBLOG this post if you’re interested in interacting and i will come and check out your blog.

[bonbxon-deactivated20171027]

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[thedarkheir]

crcsader:

bonbxon:

[lightningstrikes-art]

[thedarkheir]

shout out to my love @maloja for helping to get that ugly bar at the top of my profile less ugly now. tumblr wtf were you thinking with this update.

[thedarkheir]

i just went to my blog and there is a freaking bar at the top and i ??? it’s so ugly. how the hell do you remove it??

tumblr wtf

[pentapoda]

[thedarkheir]

pentapoda:

once upon a time, steph hadn’t figured out yet that damian thought she was great

[incorrectdgm]

A lot of people want to kill me, I take great pride in that.

Cross Marian (via incorrectdgm)

[thedarkheir]

alright head off for the night since i’m tired. i’ll be around tomorrow, on and off ‘cause i’ll be doing a lot of homework. but if anyone wants a starter when i get on like this and i’ll post it tomorrow. if you want a specific verse lemme know in the comments.

[galesleg]

[thedarkheir]

hopefulbat:

“Fine, no throwing up. But you’re still going to try the cotton candy, right?” Steph was so determined to make Damian experience an average fair, so far her plan wasn’t exactly working. The moonbounce had been so much easier. “Have you ever been on a ferris wheel? When I came here before being Spoiler, my friends and I got kicked out for bringing water balloons on and throwing them at people from the top. We can skip that part.”

“--perhaps.” that was all damian was willing to give her on the topic at hand. he still wasn’t certain about this idea of cotton candy giving that it was pure sugar. how people could stuff themselves with such things was beyond him. “no, i have not. i do not attend such things on a normal basis. though i am certain you are well aware of such things.” he glanced over at her, quirking an eyebrow. “of course you would do something like that.” 

[lovey-kun]

I became bitter and untouchable. I craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.

(stay away but come closer)

[damian-wayne]

[thedarkheir]

damian-wayne:

looks like this robin still has some growing to do.

[thedarkheir]

bctgrls:

she bites the inside of her cheek to keep her smile at bay. he’d hate to hear it, but barbara thinks damian is a bit predictable at times. it’s not often, to be fair, and most of the family could likely have figured this much when it comes to pets. nonetheless, barbara keeps it to herself and instead quietly considers his words as she pets the cat.

     “ i sincerely hope that’s not what you think of me. ”

an inquisitive gaze is directed his way, but not for very long. damian’s thoughts on her are not something she’s actually interested in hearing; if only because she’s not up to fighting a child tonight.

    “ of course i won’t hand him over to the pound, but i don’t have time to care for him myself. i’m too busy; it’d hardly be fair. i guess – i’ll just have to find him a good owner. ”

the teen gives a slight lift of his shoulders. no, it’s not what he thinks of barbara. despite outward appearances, he does care for the family members that had had gained since he had been brought to gotham. he had known them all for six years, and eventually they had begun to grow on him. not that he would ever tell any of them that. best to let them think that he despised them all. 

           “who knows.” 

his gaze darts back to the feline in her grasp. of course damian has plenty of room for the pets that he has. wayne manor is large, and the tower only gives him more room. it wouldn’t be too much trouble to take the cat, given that pennyorth stayed at the manor. he could have this one remain at the tower. 

      “hm. i suppose that i have the room available to take the animal.” 

[thedarkheir]

bctgrls:

    “ when have i ever given you reason to be suspicious of my motives, damian?? ”

then again, suspicion is a bat thing, she muses quietly, as she brings her coffee cup to her lips. the warmth is a welcome change to the cool weather that late fall in the city brings, but it does little in the way of invigoration. she’ll stick to her energy drinks. regardless – when she sets her cup back on the table and meets his eyes, it’s clear that she’s amused. he’s as intuitive as his father had been, certainly.

  “ word on the street is you haven’t had a break in a few – what is it now?? years?? i’ve been thinking a vacation’s in order. gotham’s stable, for the moment. ” 

       “do you really want to ask that question, babs??” 

usually there was always a catch whenever someone asked him to a place. besides, it was damian’s nature to be suspicious at most everything. it kept him on his toes at all time, which he needed even more than ever now that he was the protector of gotham alongside barbara. batman and batwoman, the unstoppable duo. even now damian was a bit surprised that this is what the future held for him. years ago, he never would have imagined life going down this road. he certainly wasn’t complaining, though. 

     “<tt> i’m sure grayson voiced his concerns to you. i’m fine. it comes with the job. you obviously know that. a vacation?? what sort are we speaking of??”

[thedarkheir]

hopefulbat:

“Well studies show that watching a movie with me is better than watching a movie with anyone else,” she teased. Steph sighed, but truthfully she wanted to do something else as well. “Fine, I have a better idea. We’re going to that new Cat Cafe downtown. I’ve never been to one and seeing you being attacked by adorable kittens is better than any movie.”

    “i would actually like to see those studies.” there was a slight teasing tone to the words that he spoke, head tilting back as he thought over the suggestion. it was certainly better than sitting around and doing nothing. besides, damian had absolutely nothing against animals. though, the entire family was well aware of that. “leave it to you to pick something like that. alright, then. who’s driving??”

[blossomfully]

[thedarkheir]

continued from here | @thedemonsdaughter

      that was a relief to hear. not that damian was truly surprised that his mother would keep his secrets. still, this feeling of guilt was not to his liking. he had promised father, upon becoming his robin after grayson, that he would not kill. the rule was difficult to follow, to say the least. he had to hold himself back during patrol whenever he took someone out, and he could admit to feeling disappoint over the fact. perhaps it was because he feared to disappoint his father that he felt the guilt over the man he had killed moments before. it wasn’t guilt over the death itself -- his hands were not clean of such things. father finding out about this, though, was not something he wished to think about. 

     “thank you, mother,” he stated softly. “father would not approve of such things. i can only imagine the disappointing look he would be giving me now for failing his rule.”