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Who: Damian Wayne ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
batricide & you!
What: Getting to know this brave new world, making friends, stalking family members
When: All of May
Where: Central City & Sunset Falls
Content Warnings: If needed
the lay of the land. - open
[ you won't see him at the diadem hotel. oh no, no way. damian knows he's a wanted man across the multiverse and not completely willing to buy into the idea that this one world has been cut off from the rest.
in truth he's squatting in a warehouse not too far away from town. he technically has a room at the hotel and has stolen in to make off with some of the luxuries, but the second he hears familiar voices he knows that he's not going to linger.
but you will see him around town. damian's operating on a cash-only policy. if you're short on cash when trying to buy something, you may find this gruff young man stepping in to foot whatever amount you can't afford. ]
nightwing. - open
[ central city reminds him of gotham in the best and worst ways. vigilantism is frowned on in this world - he understands it on some level, he's seen just how bad amateur heroism can go. and the parts of him still shackled to the regime's rigid way of thinking crave the overarching order and structure it promises... but he's not ready to commit.
not yet, anyway. he likes atomight. he likes the things he says, his outlook on power and how it should used resonates deeply within the young man.
but he also liked clark and his father for all those same reason.
so for now, he's on his own. trying to get his feet back under him. it's been way, way, way too long since he was able to do work like this. it's... liberating. flinging himself from rooftop to rooftop. able to turn his mind off and focus on the target.
it's a small time robbery. the guy stole a bunch of atms - the whole atm, not just the money in it - as well as some cash registers from small businesses. he's got them floating around him so it's fairly easy to track him from above.
downside is, he's able to move metal with his mind. and unfortunately for damian - his left arm is entirely made of metal. damian's about to take a swing at him when he's yanked off of his feet and slammed into the wall, held aloft by his mechanical arm. baring his teeth, he tries to kick off and lunge at the foe -
when a helpful alley suddenly intervenes. thank you, kind stranger, for saving his severely out of practice ass. ]
I had that! [ sadly, gratitude is not his strong suit. he's too busy feeling embarassed. ]
family. - closed to dc folks
[ life is hard when you're from an alternate future. life's hard and nobody understands.
finding his siblings in this woe begotten corner of the multiverse should be a good thing. there's always that rush of elation in seeing them alive and well, followed by the fear of being rejected. or the fear that they're from his world. that they know what he did, and they, like his father, will never forgive him for it.
he's made a lot of choices across the last ten years that would alienate him from even the most lenient of his siblings, and the few steps towards getting back on track that he's taken aren't exactly going over well.
and so damian... stalks them. not obviously, of course. he's not stupid enough to follow them close enough to be noticed. just... enough to get snapshots of who they are.
granted, this isn't limited to just the family anyone from gotham with a recognizable name might find themselves with the occasional shadow. ]
strange in the multiverse. - closed to dr stephen strange
[ and there's... one other person he wants to follow.
loss isn't new to damian. losing someone and then seeing them again, without knowing him at all, is a new kind of pain. for the most part he keeps his distance. it's too painful, it's too goddamn hard - but he's just not that good at steering clear.
he just wants to make sure he's okay. that's what he tells himself. he swings by the guild hq long enough to say he wants to check out the city because he might want to movve there, and...
and he ends up standing outside of dr strange's house. he's given it the once over. noted areas that may need to be secured, and meant to move the fuck on before he gets caught. but alas, he's lingering. eyeing the door with the temptation to knock. to be sure strange has no idea who he is.]
batricide & you!What: Getting to know this brave new world, making friends, stalking family members
When: All of May
Where: Central City & Sunset Falls
Content Warnings: If needed
the lay of the land. - open
[ you won't see him at the diadem hotel. oh no, no way. damian knows he's a wanted man across the multiverse and not completely willing to buy into the idea that this one world has been cut off from the rest.
in truth he's squatting in a warehouse not too far away from town. he technically has a room at the hotel and has stolen in to make off with some of the luxuries, but the second he hears familiar voices he knows that he's not going to linger.
but you will see him around town. damian's operating on a cash-only policy. if you're short on cash when trying to buy something, you may find this gruff young man stepping in to foot whatever amount you can't afford. ]
nightwing. - open
[ central city reminds him of gotham in the best and worst ways. vigilantism is frowned on in this world - he understands it on some level, he's seen just how bad amateur heroism can go. and the parts of him still shackled to the regime's rigid way of thinking crave the overarching order and structure it promises... but he's not ready to commit.
not yet, anyway. he likes atomight. he likes the things he says, his outlook on power and how it should used resonates deeply within the young man.
but he also liked clark and his father for all those same reason.
so for now, he's on his own. trying to get his feet back under him. it's been way, way, way too long since he was able to do work like this. it's... liberating. flinging himself from rooftop to rooftop. able to turn his mind off and focus on the target.
it's a small time robbery. the guy stole a bunch of atms - the whole atm, not just the money in it - as well as some cash registers from small businesses. he's got them floating around him so it's fairly easy to track him from above.
downside is, he's able to move metal with his mind. and unfortunately for damian - his left arm is entirely made of metal. damian's about to take a swing at him when he's yanked off of his feet and slammed into the wall, held aloft by his mechanical arm. baring his teeth, he tries to kick off and lunge at the foe -
when a helpful alley suddenly intervenes. thank you, kind stranger, for saving his severely out of practice ass. ]
I had that! [ sadly, gratitude is not his strong suit. he's too busy feeling embarassed. ]
family. - closed to dc folks
[ life is hard when you're from an alternate future. life's hard and nobody understands.
finding his siblings in this woe begotten corner of the multiverse should be a good thing. there's always that rush of elation in seeing them alive and well, followed by the fear of being rejected. or the fear that they're from his world. that they know what he did, and they, like his father, will never forgive him for it.
he's made a lot of choices across the last ten years that would alienate him from even the most lenient of his siblings, and the few steps towards getting back on track that he's taken aren't exactly going over well.
and so damian... stalks them. not obviously, of course. he's not stupid enough to follow them close enough to be noticed. just... enough to get snapshots of who they are.
granted, this isn't limited to just the family anyone from gotham with a recognizable name might find themselves with the occasional shadow. ]
strange in the multiverse. - closed to dr stephen strange
[ and there's... one other person he wants to follow.
loss isn't new to damian. losing someone and then seeing them again, without knowing him at all, is a new kind of pain. for the most part he keeps his distance. it's too painful, it's too goddamn hard - but he's just not that good at steering clear.
he just wants to make sure he's okay. that's what he tells himself. he swings by the guild hq long enough to say he wants to check out the city because he might want to movve there, and...
and he ends up standing outside of dr strange's house. he's given it the once over. noted areas that may need to be secured, and meant to move the fuck on before he gets caught. but alas, he's lingering. eyeing the door with the temptation to knock. to be sure strange has no idea who he is.]