Damian! The sisters made cookies! I bought some over so we could share them together.
Wilkes. Where in bloody hell have you been?
[Damian hadn't been worried. No, of course not.]
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Damian! The sisters made cookies! I bought some over so we could share them together.
Wilkes. Where in bloody hell have you been?
[Damian hadn't been worried. No, of course not.]
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She glanced over her shoulder, hand extending behind her. With a shift of her fingers, two lollipops were offered. One red, one green. “Willing to take candy from a stranger, then, Champ?” Both were wrapped and, in truth, neither were tampered with.
[Damian stared at her through the opaque lenses of his mask, brows furrowing] What kind of fool do you take me for?
She made a small pout down at him. “Aw. What’s the matter? Did I hurt your feelings?” She winked at him as she turned away. “Like I said, kid. You be careful out on the streets, alright? Little birdies can get broken out here.”
[He snorted, crossing his arms with a frown] You underestimate me. It'll be this 'little birdie' that'll be doing the breaking.
theirlivinglegacy started following you
“Drawing the attention of children now? Gotham’s not a safe place for kids alone, you know.”
-tt- I'm far from any typical kid, or did the 'R' on my chest and the mask over my face not give me away?
She is a woman that I call a close friend. Despite our differences. Do settle down, though. I’m not here to start a fight, and I’m not here to harm you.
( She looked off to the side and shook her head with a light laugh. This was a bit ridiculous, but what was she to expect? ) If you have any questions, I’m willing to answer.
Friend? -tt- [Crossing his arms once again, Damian took his turn to look off to the side. The thought of Talia having a friend was alien to him, knowing the woman as only one that would ally with someone she found useful rather than have an actual friendship. Perhaps that's what was going on here, Talia was using this woman until a time came where there was nothing left for the agent to offer... and where would that leave her? Tied to a cinder block in the middle of the Pacific most likely]
I'm not here to start a fight either. If I had, I wouldn't have made myself known to you in the first place. [Lifting his chin in a haughty look, the boy took a moment to look Natasha over before speaking once again] I have one question. How long have you known my Mother?
broodybat started following you
... -tt- And here I thought the multiverse idea was a load of crack...
Never mistaken. ( She straightened herself up and looked over at him. ) I know of your mother, Talia. ( She could tell what the other wanted to do, but obviously he wouldn’t have the chance. Natasha knew of the Batchildren [if you wanted to call them that] and of their identities. Whether it be from knowing Talia or knowing Bruce Wayne. )
Agent Romanova of SHIELD.
Never? Everyone is mistaken at least once in their lifetimes. Except myself, that is.
[His little smirk died down at her mention of Talia, arms uncrossing, the leather of his gloves creaking as he curled his hands into tight fists. Nothing good ever came if her name was mentioned]
... And how do you know her, Agent Romanova? [He did a quick mental check of the name, trying to remember if he'd seen the name anywhere on his father's files. His memory came up empty handed, a fact which frustrated the boy far more than he liked to admit]
theirlivinglegacy started following you
Damian, correct?
... You surely must be mistaken. It's Robin, and nothing else. [How did this woman know his name? He couldn't react, couldn't be vehement about it or else he'd give the truth away. Best to let her think she was mistaken... even if he wanted to beat the information right out of her]
witfulmischief replied to your post: I think you would make a lovely kitten.
Road pancake? Do those taste good? You know, I can make you a kitten for a bit.
No, they do not taste good. No, you will not make me into a damned kitten. What the hell is wrong with you?
… [sniff sniff] Why do you smell like cookies?
I think you are much too stressed. You should drink some warm milk and take a warm bath or else you will have a headache. [Wrinkles nose at him.] Because I had cookies earlier. Do you want cookies?
Maybe you should be a puppy instead of a kitty.
-tt- I don't need a nursemaid, and I'm not stressed. You can keep your cookies, you crazed little fool.
... You turn me into anything, and I swear I'll use your intestines for socks.