Crime never sleeps, so neither does he. But, and he'd never admit it aloud, he sure wished he would sleep well lately.

He's totally not falling asleep into his cereal bowl.

Long suffering sigh.

I get one free swear!

Oh So you can swear but I can't?

Reminds him of something....

"Unfortunately, I hardly hit them at all. In fact, I missed several times and made it look like I was dodging." Sigh. "My ego is more sore than anything." He winced.

"Yes. It is most, odd. She got them for his birthday. I assume she stole them."

MY BODY MAY BE HEALED, MY MIND MAY BE CLEAR, BUT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS WILL NEVER COME OFF.

"Ugh." Eye roll. "I got into a fight...." He paused. "At school."

Sigh. "What part of don't ask is hard to understand?"

"Selina got father some new cufflinks, and he won't stop looking at himself in the mirror with them."

Holding an ice pack to his face. Don't ask.

Nibbling his cookie, crumbs dusted his lap as he settled down, trying to minimise his own mess. "I really want to try the mechanoid one."

"I had never considered that." He paused, mind wandering. "I'm not sure what I'd even do with that space."

"You better not use that against me in the future."

Says the irrelevant Superboy.

"No. That's my own money. Father may be mad but that is his own issue."

"Excellent." He popped open the cookies and offered Jon one as he took one for himself. "How is the new Monk-E-Monsters?"

Despite Colin's words, Damian cannot take his eye's from the goft, nor can the smile be wiped from his face. This is going on his treasure shelf. "A few hours, most of a day., it wasn't much really."

Joel Kent. (also called "Jo-El") @steelkon.bsky.social 's future son. #roleplayaccount #DCRP OC, semi-descriptive, semi-literate, serious/non (mostly non), banter and SL friendly, selective.

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"Shit?" Damian responded as he looked at how thoughtful Colin had been, offended by his statement. "This is one of the nicest things I've been gifted. I did make yours but this?" He showed off his own gift. "This is treasure, Colin. Thank you."

"Cola, chocolate, crisps and ramen in a pot."

Brooding. "Hrm."

Snuggles up to Batcow, her soft fur giving rest to his racing thoughts.

I GAVE THEM JUSTICE.

"Thank you Richard." He decided, that this towel was very good and he would remain in it for a bit longer, scooting onto the sofa closest to the chair Grayson sat on. "I would like to think so. A girl said she missed doing things in the snow and I asked why? And it it happened so quickly, we were--

Everything is well, as always. Please, open your gift...It's a bit messy but... Inside it, a small canvas of himself and Colin was contained, a small bit of cursive writing in the corner read. "Abuse, the best hero ever."

Laying on the pebbled roof of a building, looking up at the starry skies. Light pollution couldn't crawl up here.

While ruffling his hair dry, he explained. "Well, I allowed them to hit me. A lot. Very very much in fact. In fact Damian Wayne is now known to be a poor aim at snowball fights. So technically it wasn't. But I allowed the moment...It was fun, even if I wasn't the best."

I am sorry I did not invite you for Christmas, it wasn't something I got to celebrate much this year, but I did get you a gift.

"Thank you." He would reprimand his sloppy reaction but he was too cold, the towel was huge and soft and he quickly wrapped himself in it. "I had a snowball fight with others at the hospital after I finished volunteering. I won, of course."

I hope father ruins you all.

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"Could you get me a towel?" He's standing there, looking like a drowned rat.

"GRAYSON!"

Damian stood outside the hospital, grinning. After a hard day at the hospital volunteering, he had begun a snowball fight with the healthier patients. He, of course, should win naturally, but he allowed snowballs to hit him. One even hit his face. He couldn't let his secret as Robin out, could he?

NOBODY DIES TODAY.

"Oh no, Kent. We have more important matters At hand." His eye's widen as he bellows. "We shall play, video games...! I brought snacks."

Starter for; @superjustice.bsky.social Damian had promised Jon that he could surprise him, and now was the perfect opportunity. He stealthily approached Superboy, holding his breath for two minutes and making each step deliberate and soundless , inching --