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A VERY MERRY BATMAS TO YOU | CLOSED
Who: Damian Wayne ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
batricide and the (extended) Batfamily, plus any plus ones they want to bring along
What: Damian finally reveals himself to his family.
When: December 21st, 2022
Where: An abandoned warehouse in Central City
Content Warnings: Damian playing mindgames with his family.
It starts with... a note.
( It actually starts with a conversation about a month earlier with an exasperated wizard and secretive young man. The young man mulling over how to introduce himself to yet another family he's never really known, and an offhanded remark about a nice family dinner slowly spinning itself into something much more... complex. Solution to his problem. A way to introduce himself and what he is all about, while seeing precisely what they are made of.
Because Damian, whether he likes it or not, his Bruce Wayne's flesh and blood. And this means he does not do anything at half-measures. )
But for the rest of them, it starts with an innocuous little note. Many notes, in fact. Left at various points in their patrol routes. The note has two numbers written on it, longitude and latitude. And at that location, different for all of them, is another set of coordinates left somewhere subtle. A puzzle for them to solve. Scraps of paper torn up and left in every corner of the room. An optical illusion they have to stand at just the right angle to decipher.
Honestly, he's beginning to understand why Gotham's criminals are so stupidly extra. It's surprisingly fun to put his family to the test without the need for fists or bloodshed.
All of it leads to here - an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The table is lain out with no shortage of delicacies - all home cooked, all his own work. Damian himself doesn't bother with a costume. His long hair is pinned back away from his face. The clothing is downright casual - for a Wayne, at least. A black turtleneck, a nice pair of dress-pants, shoes that were probably much nicer before he scuffed them all to hell in a fight. Of course, he's not unarmed - but his weapons as of late are his fists and the fire living just under his skin. Better than a sword through the gut.
His family will find their way here after a thoroughly headache inducing evening of solving puzzles and riddles. Damian himself is seated at the head of the table, feet up, head down as he scrolls through social media.
There's enough food for everyone, and it isn't poisoned - though he won't deny the thought did briefly cross his mind. Damian is a surprisingly gracious host, thanks to Alfred, and so they will want for nothing. Save for perhaps an apology for exhausting them all night, which they absolutely will not get.
Feel free to arrive with all the back-up you thought you needed! It's gonna be a long, awkward family dinner.
batricide and the (extended) Batfamily, plus any plus ones they want to bring alongWhat: Damian finally reveals himself to his family.
When: December 21st, 2022
Where: An abandoned warehouse in Central City
Content Warnings: Damian playing mindgames with his family.
It starts with... a note.
( It actually starts with a conversation about a month earlier with an exasperated wizard and secretive young man. The young man mulling over how to introduce himself to yet another family he's never really known, and an offhanded remark about a nice family dinner slowly spinning itself into something much more... complex. Solution to his problem. A way to introduce himself and what he is all about, while seeing precisely what they are made of.
Because Damian, whether he likes it or not, his Bruce Wayne's flesh and blood. And this means he does not do anything at half-measures. )
But for the rest of them, it starts with an innocuous little note. Many notes, in fact. Left at various points in their patrol routes. The note has two numbers written on it, longitude and latitude. And at that location, different for all of them, is another set of coordinates left somewhere subtle. A puzzle for them to solve. Scraps of paper torn up and left in every corner of the room. An optical illusion they have to stand at just the right angle to decipher.
Honestly, he's beginning to understand why Gotham's criminals are so stupidly extra. It's surprisingly fun to put his family to the test without the need for fists or bloodshed.
All of it leads to here - an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The table is lain out with no shortage of delicacies - all home cooked, all his own work. Damian himself doesn't bother with a costume. His long hair is pinned back away from his face. The clothing is downright casual - for a Wayne, at least. A black turtleneck, a nice pair of dress-pants, shoes that were probably much nicer before he scuffed them all to hell in a fight. Of course, he's not unarmed - but his weapons as of late are his fists and the fire living just under his skin. Better than a sword through the gut.
His family will find their way here after a thoroughly headache inducing evening of solving puzzles and riddles. Damian himself is seated at the head of the table, feet up, head down as he scrolls through social media.
There's enough food for everyone, and it isn't poisoned - though he won't deny the thought did briefly cross his mind. Damian is a surprisingly gracious host, thanks to Alfred, and so they will want for nothing. Save for perhaps an apology for exhausting them all night, which they absolutely will not get.
Feel free to arrive with all the back-up you thought you needed! It's gonna be a long, awkward family dinner.