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vestigiallyrobin replied to your post: I was honestly just *waiting* for you to discover the Al Ghul Rule 63 event.

// RIGHT HERE. DID YOU SEE HOW BBY DAMI LOOKS AS A WOMAN? c8

DIDN’T YOU SHOW ME BEFORE OR IS IT A DIFFERENT WOMAN?

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It's a different woman. EHEHEHe. u w u

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#fc

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#fc #aspecificskillset #I heard my name

*Rushes up to Damian and hugs him tightly* Thank you!

[He hugs him back, smiling somewhat.] You are welcome.

You like them then?

"Damian." She greeted, sitting on the couch of the Manor living room. She didn't look up, reading a novel with her head phones in on low.

[He barely twitches at her presence and the teen simply purses his lips, closing the door behind him.] Helena. [He makes his way out to the kitchen, telling himself inwardly to do what he needed and make way back to his apartment. Especially if she is staying here.]

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I come back from getting a drink to this. Colin the kitten just staring at Damian…

COLIN WATER U DOIN’

#(( haha lookit this cutie! )

I'm well thank you. Stalking? I didn't think it was possible to stalk a member of the Batfamily. I mean, you're all so good at the disappearing thing.

There are always those who rival us in intelligence and money. Luthor appears to be quite interested.

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AU || timothyluthor

He had been stupid, having taken the warning to that stupid cake as something to befalse. And now, Damian was finding himself to be dealing with the consequence of his actions, tongue moving to instinctively lick at his short black fur, tipped with white at some areas. He huffed and paused, glancing up to the darkening sky. The scent of rain was on his nostrils.

It wouldn’t be long before it started raining.

The kitten —Damian’s body had changed with the magical treat from what seems to be an unfriendly entity— sighed as much as a cat is able to.

Then the kitten was curling against a damp wall, underneath a window sill. Dark blue eyes scanned the area as both ears flattened against a furry head once the rain started pouring heavily. It would be a very cold night at this rate and sleep is impossible. A kitten was easy prey to many, including humans.

And humans can be extremely cruel.

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Tim’s on his ways home. The rain hides his tears and he’s never been so thankful for the loathsome weather. He walks slowly; although that is impart to not wanting to be home yet. He should have called a ride. He still might. He wants to get further from this side of town first. The teen continued until he got close to a particular building. He knelt. “Hey there little buddy.” His throat is horse. “You’re gonna catch cold sitting out here.” There’s no collar. “You’re like me, huh? You don’t have anyone.” He pets the kitten softly, scratching behind it’s ears before boldly picking it up. “You have me. I’ll get you some place warm.” It made him feel a little better. Tim couldn’t take care of himself, but the kitten, he’d look after. Held the kitten to his chest, and covered it with is jacket while calling Mercy for a ride back.

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The kitten has to blink his eyes open tiredly, a soft meow making way out of him when a warm and friendly hand moved to pet at his head, nails scratching behind his ears. Damian was purring before he realized exactly what was going on. But add in how weary the day’s events has been and generally how cold and wet the rain made him, it was understandable that he was going to be slow in reacting to things. Though the kitten made up for lost time by hissing unhappily, claws digging down into the jacket’s fabric as he tried to get out of what seems to be someone with far too sticky hands.

“Mroawr!”

The kitten squirms and attempts to get away. He needed to find a way to change back to normal. Turning into some awkward little pet for some boy was not the way to do so.

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“Ow ow. Ow. Stop that!” It’s a cross between a whine and a command. Tim’s doesn’t know if it’s that he’s not good with animals or the fact that the kitten isn’t fond of him. Regardless, he holds onto the small thing, despite the claws. The hand goes back to scratching behind the ears. He seemed to like that. Hmmmm…What to call him? “Tiger. Yup. You’re feisty and angry.” Like someone else he knew but calling a kitten by a bird name would no doubt lead to identity issues. Tim gives a very slight smile. The car comes and Tim gets in with care. Closing the door behind him, the teen sets the cat down on the limo floor, letting him run around. It was a short drive anyway. He turns on the heat.

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Damian was hissing unhappily still even when a hand reached to scratch at his ears, making the kitten emit a purr without meaning to. In the end, he sounds as if he is unsure of what sounds he wishes to make: a yowl in annoyance or a soft rumbling purr in having his ears scratched.

He settled for the latter, far too tired to really fight. That and the fact that they were already in a car. He wouldn't be able to escape until later, be it through a door or an open window.

Once on the floor, the black cat turned to stare at the human boy, nose twitching when he finds himself stuck with Timothy Luthor of all people. Hopefully, the magic won't be turning him back into a human while he is with him. It would be horrible and Damian can't imagine the blackmail that would come from it.

"Mrrr."

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Wilkes;

I realize that they are not Rory but since he has been one of your friends all these years--perhaps you will enjoy having more to share your life with for the oncoming ones.

Happy birthday, Colin.

Sincerely,

Damian Wayne.

#abusethewicked

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↖ wants to touch your butt

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#Colin wants to touch Damian's butt!#;D

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AU || timothyluthor

He had been stupid, having taken the warning to that stupid cake as something to befalse. And now, Damian was finding himself to be dealing with the consequence of his actions, tongue moving to instinctively lick at his short black fur, tipped with white at some areas. He huffed and paused, glancing up to the darkening sky. The scent of rain was on his nostrils.

It wouldn’t be long before it started raining.

The kitten —Damian’s body had changed with the magical treat from what seems to be an unfriendly entity— sighed as much as a cat is able to.

Then the kitten was curling against a damp wall, underneath a window sill. Dark blue eyes scanned the area as both ears flattened against a furry head once the rain started pouring heavily. It would be a very cold night at this rate and sleep is impossible. A kitten was easy prey to many, including humans.

And humans can be extremely cruel.

timothyluthor-blog

Tim’s on his ways home. The rain hides his tears and he’s never been so thankful for the loathsome weather. He walks slowly; although that is impart to not wanting to be home yet. He should have called a ride. He still might. He wants to get further from this side of town first. The teen continued until he got close to a particular building. He knelt. “Hey there little buddy.” His throat is horse. “You’re gonna catch cold sitting out here.” There’s no collar. “You’re like me, huh? You don’t have anyone.” He pets the kitten softly, scratching behind it’s ears before boldly picking it up. “You have me. I’ll get you some place warm.” It made him feel a little better. Tim couldn’t take care of himself, but the kitten, he’d look after. Held the kitten to his chest, and covered it with is jacket while calling Mercy for a ride back.

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The kitten has to blink his eyes open tiredly, a soft meow making way out of him when a warm and friendly hand moved to pet at his head, nails scratching behind his ears. Damian was purring before he realized exactly what was going on. But add in how weary the day's events has been and generally how cold and wet the rain made him, it was understandable that he was going to be slow in reacting to things. Though the kitten made up for lost time by hissing unhappily, claws digging down into the jacket's fabric as he tried to get out of what seems to be someone with far too sticky hands.

"Mroawr!"

The kitten squirms and attempts to get away. He needed to find a way to change back to normal. Turning into some awkward little pet for some boy was not the way to do so.

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AU || timothyluthor

He had been stupid, having taken the warning to that stupid cake as something to befalse. And now, Damian was finding himself to be dealing with the consequence of his actions, tongue moving to instinctively lick at his short black fur, tipped with white at some areas. He huffed and paused, glancing up to the darkening sky. The scent of rain was on his nostrils.

It wouldn't be long before it started raining.

The kitten --Damian's body had changed with the magical treat from what seems to be an unfriendly entity-- sighed as much as a cat is able to.

Then the kitten was curling against a damp wall, underneath a window sill. Dark blue eyes scanned the area as both ears flattened against a furry head once the rain started pouring heavily. It would be a very cold night at this rate and sleep is impossible. A kitten was easy prey to many, including humans.

And humans can be extremely cruel.