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.

Comments

[meowminx]

You bought the building?

[ She nods to the cat, who squirms her way out of Damian's arms and strolls over to visit Selina. ]

[xuffasch]

Not exactly.

_{( He shifts uncomfortably, then shakes his head at the cat. )}

Traitor.

[meowminx]

[ The cat leaps up into Selina's arms. Selina examines her new friend. ]

You're taking good care of her.

[ Quiet for a moment. ]

And she likes you.

[xuffasch]

Tt. I'm the one that feeds her.

_{( This is clearly the only reason one would have to like someone. )}

[meowminx]

[ Kitty gets ear scratches. ]

And I'm sure that's not all.

[ Not much point in him denying it... ]

[xuffasch]

It'd be a bit neglectful if I did just that.

_{( Though the amount of care he gives her is borderline smothering. )}

[meowminx]

[ Selina lets the cat drop, and she immediately strolls over to Damian. ]

Just make sure she gets enough exercise.

[xuffasch]

_{( Damian lets out the huffiest little chuckle, at that, and actually looks amused for the barest second. )}

She has an Olympic-level obstacle course getting from the couch to her food each morning, given the state of things.

_{( Because Dick and Damian are the worst at cleaning up after themselves... )}

[meowminx]

You never struck me as the type to tolerate living in a messy home.

[ Dick though... ]

[xuffasch]

It's not a home, it's a temporary shelter.

[meowminx]

Doesn't mean it has to be a mess.

[xuffasch]

Grayson refuses to hire help.

[meowminx]

And you never learned to pick up after yourself?

[ Might be hiding a smile. ]

[xuffasch]

I have more important things to do.

_{( Making this face legitimately: :T )}