OPEN + CLOSED
WHO: Damian, OTA + some closed prompts
WHERE: around town
WHEN: month of June
WHAT: catch all & quests
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: if you're looking for anything in particular with damian, or you want to do a quest with him, ping me at
moetan or send me a message on discord astralfire#9286! feel free to also wildcard me.
i. dog days (after Bad Week)
ii. the early bird (during Bad Week)
iii. beauty_and_the_beast_belle.mp3 (after Bad Week)
iv. extra (during Bad Week)
WHERE: around town
WHEN: month of June
WHAT: catch all & quests
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: if you're looking for anything in particular with damian, or you want to do a quest with him, ping me at
i. dog days (after Bad Week)
[In Bluo at the harbor, there's a boathouse floating by the docking with some of the others. From the outside, it looks like the same as any other of the boathouses, but there is a makeshift raft near the steps and also something on the balcony uptop.
A dog, a German Shepherd, tall enough on hind legs to curl the front paws over the railing and gaze out at everything. It doesn't seem as if the dog is in distress, not with its tongue lolled out and its ears up, and depending on the person, it may be familiar. It doesn't appear to be starved either. And, strangely, there doesn't seem to be anyone else with the dog. Weird. Just a dog, chilling on a boathouse, not wet.
Ace is a good, working boy. If he spots you walking along the harbor, he'll start barking. It doesn't sound aggressive, maybe more of an alert warning.]
ii. the early bird (during Bad Week)
[It's honestly way too early for anyone to be out and about much less out and by the edge of the forest. And yet, here Damian Wayne is anyway. Sunrise and at Creep-O Woods.
There's no Robin in sight. Simply a dark-haired boy in town clothing that's been altered to give more mobility, a wrapped tunic and pants, something more Eastern in style. He's going in and out of the forest, and the time between entering and leaving must mean he's not going very far. Maybe a few yards in.
Nearby, alongside a pile of mismatched wood pieces, is not the usual dog, but a cat instead. By the looks of it, the cat seems to perhaps be a tuxedo, and it's lounging indifferently, tail curling up and down. The cat may also be familiar to some. It even offers a quiet, tummy-bouncing thirrup of greeting if you come into range.
Is it friendly? Are cats every friendly?]
iii. beauty_and_the_beast_belle.mp3 (after Bad Week)
[Damian is in the library finishing his consumption of the books, almost like he thinks there will be some shining clue to this entire fiasco waiting for him. Boy, he's going to be shocked. And mad. Nothing greets him except page after page of folktales, some he's heard before, some he hasn't.
He doesn't look up if someone comes inside with him.] Close the door behind you. [He flips another page. Across from him on the table is an abandoned open book--abandoned because it's currently being occupied by the tuxedo cat, sprawled out from one edge to the other lazily.
Clearly, one cannot simply read a book in the presence of a feline.]
iv. extra (during Bad Week)
[Damian can periodically be found trying to talk to Bruce throughout the first few days of the week. As per Bruce's punishment, Bruce won't see or hear him, and so Bruce will continue on without noticing him.
He'll be pretty cold and upset about it.]
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[There's that strangely conflicted look again before his empathy, thankfully, wins out.]
Has he forgotten you before?
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Yes.
[His voice is very quiet, almost a whisper. It doesn't seem to matter that Izuku isn't well known. He thinks about his father, some time ago, with children, ignorant and blissful.
Happy?
Both hands ball into fists, and his jaw tightens, the line of it hard in the view of it from the side. He's quiet for so long. It's almost as if he's died. Maybe some of him has,just a tad, in a way. He's... so afraid.] A long time ago.
He didn't remember anything. He didn't remember me. I don't want that to happen again.
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Whatever's happening right now, we'll get to the bottom of it. I'll talk to him, Damian-kun, okay? I promise.
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I know.
[His eyes scour the ground in thought, brows notching across his forehead. He can't just wallow. He's a Bat. He's Robin. First thing's first: communication with Bruce. He looks back up, determination fueled by frustrated irritation.] I need you to speak to my father for me.
I need you to tell him I'm still here, even if he can't see me. I need you to ask him if he remembers who I am.
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I'll pass the message on. [Then, he pauses, when he remembers something that's just a little important.] I'll need his hex code, though. I've only talked to him on the forum when he was using yours.
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I want you to tell him in person, so you can see his face. [Bruce is a master of poker face, which won't necessarily help, but in terms of talking about him... Maybe Izuku will have an advantage, if things were bad.] Just in case.
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Should I let you know what he says?
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[He's not sure if he'll feel better or worse. Probably better, but he can't be positive.] If it's important.
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Okay. I'll go talk to him now. You'll hear from me soon.
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He's being punished, too.
Damian doesn't look back, but Izuku will be able to easily tell him his father's reply, and Izuku will be able to find him around town later, too.]
timeskip - 6/10
The feeling strikes him as soon as his curiosity returns and he's had enough time to readjust. He feels horrible, like he'd let Damian down.]
I'm so sorry, Wayne-kun! I wasn't myself when I talked to you that other day.
How is everything with your dad? Did everything work out in the end?
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We're fine. He sent me a message. We waited for it to pass.
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Is it okay if we meet up? I wanted to talk to you about some things, but it might be better to do it in person.
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forum -> action
[Izuku heads over to Bluo immediately after sending the message, scanning the docks until he finds the one Damian's on.]
Hey. [He says it softly, coming to a stop beside him.]
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It looks like one from the forest maybe, and he's stripping the bark away with a batarang. He doesn't look up until Izuku finally gets close, says hey.] Hey. [The stripping pauses.
He raises one eyebrow curiously.] You're not a shell anymore, I see. What was wrong with you?
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Not 100% sure yet, but it looks like they messed around with my head. [There's a look of discomfort on his face now. The more he thinks about what happened last week, the more upset he gets. Quietly, of course.]
It was like... I just couldn't care about some things I normally would. I remember everything, though.
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But I can't run any tests without the needed equipment. It could be a toxin, but others would likely be infected with the same thing, if that were the case. For now, we can just assume it's metahuman. Psychic possibly.
[Carefully, he twists the stick in his palm, surveying the work.] You failed your trial, correct? It was a punishment like fathers.
It sounds like they target what's important to you.
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[And here's the familiar spark in his eyes that was missing the last time they spoke. Izuku laces his fingers together, leaning forward and adopting a thinking pose.] Powers seem more likely than toxins. The punishments are way too specific for it to have been something anyone could ingest, like you said.
[Speaking of punishments, though. Izuku turns toward Damian now, guiltily.] I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful when you told me about your dad's punishment.
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There's nothing you could have done. Father failed, so he must accept his punishment. He didn't forget anything, if you're worried. He simply couldn't see or hear me, or read anything I had written.
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Instead he props his chin in one hand, watching Damian work at the stick.]
So that's what it was. [Something's still nagging at him, though, and Izuku peeks at Damian's face.] You said last time that he'd forgotten you before.
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He sighs and opts to hack off the last few bit of the stick, and then he begins again. More carefully.] He did. He forgot everything.
But it wasn't his fault.
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[He keeps his voice as soft as before, knowing how sensitive a topic it is. Even in his weird state, he'd noticed how distressed Damian was when he thought it might be happening again.]
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Father’s heart stopped, and he died for a short time. When he came back, he had long-term amnesia. He couldn’t remember who he was or who we were. He didn’t know he had a son, or any sons. He had lost fifteen or so years of memory.
[Finally, Damian turns his head to glance at Izuku, lips pulled tight.]
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Izuku feels his eyes grow watery. Then, he scoots just a bit closer before tugging Damian into a hug--because he feels like Damian needs one right now, after going through the scare that he did last week.]
That must have been horrible for you.
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