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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[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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It's fine. This is fine. He's somewhat use to this. Sort of. It's less "why are you squeezing me with your body" and more "why are you hugging me" now.
There's no tensing up, just all square-ish indifference. He's stiff, awkward. The hand with the batarang clenches gently into a fist, enough for the batarang to bite a bit into the skin. All day, he can talk about it. Logically. Distantly. It's long since been compartmentalized to buffer the emotions that go with it.
Bruce--Batman--had died fighting one of the worst criminals Gotham has ever seen, and then Bruce had come back, healed by the dionesium.
And yet, it's worse when it isn't simply reciting facts. When the other person is sorry, empathetic, feeding the current of it to him. He feels it all over again, the things he wants to keep in little rooms inside of him: fear, anger, remorse, sorrow. A long hallway of his father's love, each door slamming open and letting everything inside wash out.] He forgot who I was.
Even if he had seen me, he wouldn't have known who I was.
[The breath he releases is ragged. His eyes burn and water because... because he's still thirteen, because his father is a shining standard with no flaws high and unobtainable. Almost all he has in the world that cares he exists.]
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One hand comes up to rest on the back of Damian's head, the way he remembers All Might doing for him months ago. Maybe the extra touch will comfort him, the way it did for him back then.]
How did you cope with it?
[Izuku doesn't know what he would've done if he'd been in Damian's shoes.]
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He's not crying like Izuku, but his eyes are glassy, and uses the back of the hand with the batarang to brush over his cheek and nose. Pulling away gives him more grounding and more center to be hardened.] There's no "coping" to do. Nothing could be done.
[Turning over his hand, he uncurls the fingers with a slight wince to his brows. The batarang didn't do any major damage, but he only just realized how much he had been gripping it. Carefully, he brushes it up toward the tops of his fingers, feeling the flat side of the silhouette of the bat.]
He didn't remember, and that's just how it was. He had another life and someone he cared about. I kept an eye on him, to make sure he wasn't in trouble.
The rest of us just had to keep going. [He glances up. Does Not Compute.] What're you crying for?
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Because it's sad. You can cry for other people when you know that they've been hurt. [He gives a teary little chuckle now.] My friends would probably tell you I cry too much, though.
[When he's done drying his eyes, though, he ends up dismayed again when he looks at Damian.] You're injured!
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[Not that he believes he'll ever change Izuku's mind.] Hn? [Oh. Right. He glances down at the unfurled fingers with the batarang and the slightly cut palm.] Don't worry about it.
I've had worse.
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And then, he's shaking his head.] I guess that's true. You've been working with Batman back home, so you must've run into trouble on your patrols.
Let me see anyway? [Just humor him.]
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I work with Superboy. And I lead the Teen Titans.