say that you're grateful for the time alone, two years away and i don't miss home;

[xuffasch]

WHO: xuffasch & YOU;
WHERE: Various places throughout the city;
WHEN: All day Friday;
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: A day in the life of Damian Wayne, with interruptions from YOU.
FORMAT: Reply as you like and I will follow; specify time, too!



↬ MID-MORNING;

If you were to ask Damian about things he never did, one of the first he’d list would be sulking. However, Damian is a terrible liar, because sulking is exactly what he’d been doing for the past few days, though he would never admit it. Watching events unfolding and having no control over them is enough to chafe his already irritable nature, but the fact that Grayson isn’t around is what makes it all the worse. Robin is a formidable force, but without Batman he can be a purposeless one.

Which is why he found himself where he was now, lying on his back on the rooftop of the apartment building he and Grayson had been living in for the past few months. The kitten he’d adopted is there, as well, laying across his stomach as he stares up at the sky. Damian’s legs are hanging out over the edge of the building, and though his body is relaxed his expression is fierce and he is hardly off-guard.

Occasionally he’ll shift his position or mutter something under his breath, but for the most part he just lays there, impassive. Unless, of course, someone sees fit to interrupt.

↬ AFTERNOON;

For someone who prides himself on his ability to adapt, Damian tends to be very habitual. Even after arriving in the City, it had taken him no more than a few weeks to set up a few haunts, and one of those was the corner bakery. Famous for their frivolously-decorated cupcakes, the bakers now know Damian by face, and his order of tall black coffee which he paired with different sweets—they swear he was steadily eating his way through the entire menu.

Today, he sits at his usual corner table. There is a single cupcake wrapper left empty one on side, surrounded by five empty cups that once held coffee. Sprawled across the table are various papers—maps, handwritten notes, print-outs and blueprints. Curious about Damian’s scrawl is its mirrored quality, nearly impossible to read without first reflecting it. Also curious is the different scripts and languages he uses. Every so often, he lifts his pen to his mouth and knocks it thoughtfully against his chin. His expression is one of utmost concentration, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t watching everyone else in the place, coming and going.

↬ MIDNIGHT;

Robin sits on the edge of a building—or perhaps “crouches” is more the right term for it. In any case, he surveys the city with a mixed expression of distaste and resignation, until he catches something out of the corner of his eye. It’s at this point that he swoops down into an alleyway, breaking up a robbery before it can occur. He knocks one man over as he touches down, shoving his elbow up under another’s chin. If he’s even more violent than normal, the people he’s attacking certainly aren’t in a position to complain. But someone else might be.

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afternoon

[culver]

[Nill hadn't gone walking for a few days; not for any particular reason, simply because she had found so many things to do around the church and the apartment. But, since it was such a nice day outside, she had decided to take a break from chores and go out. A few blocks away from her home, her stomach rumbled; well, obviously she needed to do something about that. Adjusting her dress, she entered the next cafe she saw, going to the counter to order a muffin.]

[xuffasch]

_{( He saw her when she walked in--honestly, it was a bit hard to miss her--and made his way over in the next few instants. It probably seemed like he was just appearing at her side, since Damian is a creep like that. )}

Nill.

[culver]

[She had just been given her muffin when he said her name. Nill started, her wings flaring behind her as she turned to the side. But seeing Damian, a smile made its way to her lips, and her wings fluttered happily.]

Midnight

[thebadturtle]

"Shit man, I ain't ever seen anybody go that nuts on a perp since I stopped Casey from beating a purse-snatcher to death," says the New York drawl of one turtle, currently sitting up in a fire escape.

He doesn't seem as if he's going to stop the kid anytime soon, though.

Yet.

[xuffasch]

If Damian heard him, he didn't acknowledge it, just proceeded to knock the rest of the thugs unconscious in various ways. And if he broke a few bones along the way, well, he wasn't exactly going to lose sleep over it. As this was finishing up, however, he tilted his head up and called out flatly, "Show yourself."

[thebadturtle]

Moving from the shadows up top, Raph drops down into the alley on silent feet. It's -- pretty novel to be looking down at someone for a change, even if he's not that much taller then the angry little Robin.

He just waits, giving the kid a look over; waiting.

EARLY...MID-MORNING.

[hexappeal]

[She's actually here to see Dick, but hey. It was just a visit to chat and hang-out. Nothing important. When no one answers, she considers leaving. For whatever reason, she changes her mind and floats to the top of the building; it's still early enough that it isn't too noisy. What better place to conjure a cup of hot tea and breakfast than up there?

She catches Damian out of the corner of her eye immediately. Smiling, she raises a hand that she isn't sure if he can see.] Good morning.

[xuffasch]

_{( He can't really see her, but he recognizes her voice and this sets off a scramble to get to his feet and into a less relaxed position, because such things are clearly for when other people aren't around. )}

Is it?

[hexappeal]

[She waits to approach him, sauntering over like she's just woken up.]

It's been fine so far, at least.

MID-MORNING

[meowminx]

[ Selina was out and about getting coffee. She wasn't watching the rooftops, but she was listening to the cats she went by hearing them speak in her head. So the image of Damian sulking was all but blasted straight into her brain.

It didn't matter that she wasn't dressed for scaling walls. She was up on the roof in almost no time at all. ]

[xuffasch]

_{( Sensing her presence, Damian was up on his feet in a moment, turning around with the kitten gathered up in his arms. The cat, not particularly liking this suddenly deviation from her morning nap in sun, let out a yelp and swatted at Damian's chin. When he muttered something, it was under his breath, directed at the cat. )}

...stop that.

MID MORNING

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[ On the one hand, coming home to a Damian-free apartment had allowed plenty of time for the shower and shave he’s six days overdue for. A ritual he’d made himself follow through on completely before doing an obligatory message check of the place. Before blind, raging panic.

But there's one card to play before he throws the suit back on and starts roughing up anyone slow enough to be caught, and this time he’s armed with two coffees (one secretly decaf) and a brown paper bag full of hastily bought muffins. It’s a balancing act to scale two stories in civvies with the stuff in tow, but when he hops the last gap and sees his hunch confirmed the (unexpectedly) hard rush of relief makes the extra effort worth it. ]

This a private party or can anybody join?

[xuffasch]

_{( He tells himself, very adamantly, that he didn't miss Grayson, and that hearing his voice only made him angry, and not relieved or happy at all. What's amazing is how well Damian actually manages to convince himself of this before he turns his head. )}

Entirely. Private.

Find your own roof.

Midnight

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Someone else is watching from the rooftops. In some ways, she's awestruck- he's younger than her, and fighting so skillfully! But she knows these men are petty criminals and should be stopped- and this is excessive, so she drops down, slowing her fall just enough to keep herself from breaking any bones.]

[xuffasch]

_{( He notices her about as soon as she heads towards them, but doesn't react for a moment as he slams his heel against a man's shoulder with enough force to break his collarbone. He's one of the last, and after he's dealt with Robin pauses, arms over his chest, nodding silently to Lyra. )}

mid-morning

[blondevigilante]

You know what's annoying? Morning people. Usually Steph is far from one of those morning people, but knowing Dick was MIA and that the kid was probably sulking somewhere was enough to get her out of bed early enough to make breakfast for the girls with enough waffles left over to toss in a bag as she headed out. Coffee was considered for a moment, but she didn't want to stunt his growth, so he's have to deal with a carton of chocolate milk.

Finding him up on the roof wasn't surprising. Her heart broke a little to see him looking rather lonely. Pasting on a grin she tossed the bag of waffles at his stomach.

"Your friend looks bigger. I should have brought him a treat or two." She skips the good morning and right into the important things like kitten growth. Steph makes herself rather comfortable next to Damian and reaches into her own paper bag to pull out two cartons of the chocolaty good stuff. "How long have you been up here this morning?"

[xuffasch]

At first the presence of another person puts him on-guard, but as soon as he realizes who it is Damian just rolls his eyes and continues lying there. He catches the bag she throws at him by reflex, and not intention, and stares at it dumbly for a moment.

"Morning...oh. So it is." He looks at the sky as though seeing the sun in it is a new phenomenon, despite having been laying there, staring at it, for hours. He had seen the sunrise.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

afternoon! let's say quarter past noon?

[gevurah]

Having a job in the daytime is hardly a daunting task, nevertheless there is a large part of Kate's ego missing the privilege of rolling back into her bed until past noon and ignoring the alarm on the cell phone when it rings loudly, trying to remind her to get out of the bedroom. Another part of her understands and accepts she has to roll with the punches and make herself as comfortable as she's willing to be.

She actually didn't have to work today but on her way back to the MAC, the hollow sensation in her stomach gave away her hunger and she scoped out a couple of places from across the street before stepping into this quaint little bakery on the corner. Upon entering, her senses are hit with the warm scent of baked goods and strong coffee.

Moving closer to the counter, she examines the selection briefly and then quickly decides on biscuits, a roll and a large regular coffee to go. She doesn't pay heed to the other employee behind the counter until she catches him smiling -- at her? She almost cracks a tiny one in return but realizes his gaze goes past her, focused on something else entirely. Still reaching for her wallet, she cants her head and tilts her sunglasses down slightly to see a small boy seated by himself at a table and in two seconds, she realizes it's the youngest Wayne.

And those are a lot of papers. She ponders on what he's up to by himself out here.

[xuffasch]

Observation has been one of Damian's principle hobbies since coming into the city. It had only taken a few of other people's quips and stares at how little he knew about day-to-day life for Damian to grow self-conscious of it; after that he'd begun taking up posts in the park, on rooftops, in this bakery, all for the purpose of observation and research. Most would probably tell him that living life was about actually doing and not simply seeing, but Damian would greet these people with a fist in the stomach.

In any case, he notices her flame of hair almost as soon as she walks in. He's never seen her in person (or so he thinks), and so he tilts his head for a moment and observes, quickly deciding there's not much to glean from her. Just another member of the Gotham elite, isn't she? No one to take much note of.

He doesn't know whether she's looking at him or not, but when she tilts her head he subconsciously nods in return, a gesture of recognition if nothing else.

midnight!!

[onblackwings]

[ One could almost, but not entirely, be sure that the roof above the would-be robbery was empty a second ago. Or at least that it housed much smaller, more unremarkable wildlife. But, well, things change! And now there's a huge scaly shadow perched at the edge of the roof of the alley, and a long snaking neck lefts a man-sized head up to look down into it. Khisanth is just out of the glow of the street lights, but what faint stars can be seen from the City are pretty well blotted out by some huge spreading wings.

Man. That looks a bit like dinner, going on down there. ]

[xuffasch]

<sub>( If Damian noticed the larger presence, it was only just barely. He was fully engrossed in the fight, aware enough of what was going on around him but not enough to fully pause and look at a shadow that was too high up for him to make out properly. For now, he just allowed himself what he considered the simplest pleasure of life—punching someone straight in the throat. It was a signature of his, because while he could jump up and catch a taller man in the face, it was much more convenient and satisfying to watch them grasp for air and crumple before him.

And so he continued on, not noticing her. )</sub>

Afternoon!

[batghoul.livejournal.com]

The relative quiet of the bakery was suddenly broken by the loud roar of an engine. A motorcycle (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/SpinelSoup/RP%20other/015-1.jpg) came screeching from across the street and slid right into a parking space in front of the building, causing pedestrians to gape in horror and wonder where the police were when they needed them. The rider, dressed in all black and a helmet that concealed her face, just casually got off and walked past them. Truly, this person must be a psychopath of the highest order. And then she took her helmet off, revealing Cass.

She entered the restaurant and ordered a simple cup of tea (assam, of course) and a muffin. Holding her helmet under her arm, she glanced around the shop before spotting Damian in the corner. He looked like he could use some company--though not necessarily that he wanted it--so she walked over, food in hand, and sat down across from him with a small, silent smile.

[xuffasch]

He's never quite sure what to make of her. He had expectations that they would be similar in ways, but despite her prowess and history Cassandra seemed to fit in better with the general population than Damian ever thought he could; this made him both admiring and wary of her.

And, of course, there was the fact that she had helped kidnap him to watch movies with her and Stephanie. There was always that.

So Damian's expression was a bit flat as he asked, "What are you doing here?"

MIDNIGHT

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

Darkdevil had been perching on one of his favorite rooftops (it had excellent view of the City) when he spotted some strange movement below. Someone on the walls? Couldn't be. This wasn't a usual patrol spot for any of the spiders...

Curious, he began his own descent, crawling down towards the alleyway. Staying back in the shadows until he could discern exactly what was going on.

Which seemed to be a robbery in progress. Courtesy of a -- five-year-old? No, that couldn't be right. Dangling down a bit further, he struck up a small flame, trying to get a better look.

[xuffasch]

Damian has just finished knocking out the last of them, and was proceeding to tying them up--arms behind them, in a circle together so that when they woke they couldn't move without a cooperation he suspected they didn't have. After this, Damian toyed with the idea of just leaving them there until morning, when someone would notice them. A small voice in his head tells him this a bad idea, however, and so he's reluctantly reaching for his communicator when he notices a light and whips around, on guard again and stanced to fight.