/ pokes my head in here

he’s here!!

!!!!! get back here!!

damian simply shrugs, feigning disinterest in the conversation topic. ‘ you have no duct tape, and i'd lick your hand. ’

( brow raises. mouth curves into a soft pout ) don't really feel like hushing. any other methods to make me be quiet?

( leaning up to bite her fingertip instead ) are too. the delusions are finally getting to you.

( sticking out his tongue, uncharacteristically childish ) i think you're finally going insane.

( wincing —— the sudden noise is a little jarring ) no. because i'm perfectly fine. i'm not sick.

NO?! that hurt last time.

hey. i'm dying.

the comms cut through his prior thoughts and damian snarls, frustrated at the sudden interruption. ‘ i'm fine— ’ he snaps, voice shaky. ‘ i have it handled. ’

jay. damian losing a fight .... dare i say delicious concept

he feels ... sick. really, really sick. might pass out kind of sick. but he can't let it show. to slow down is a weakness. so try not to notice, *reader.

despite his best efforts, there's no denying this is far from his best fight — movements are a little slower; clumsier. no longer sharp and precise. damian hisses as the edge of a knife draws across his side, but (cont.)

sword meets hand in a split second, a low snarl catches in his throat. sick or not, damian al ghul puts up a fight. ‘ i'd advise you to rethink. ’

he clears his throat, gaze sharp. ‘ and you need to work on your manners. ’

he feels ... sick. really, really sick. might pass out kind of sick. but he can't let it show. to slow down is a weakness. so try not to notice, *reader.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. The Rock of the #F4

chay. can i interest you in our savior, #charussy?

jay. btw if you think trans representation and how it’s fetishised for non trans eyes is in any way “just drama“ and not absolutely a mockery of a real life issue in a society that’s actively fucking over trans people, maybe shut up.

jay. as a trans person i’ve literally had to stop myself from writing any of my muses as trans even if that’s what i personally headcanon because when i do, people always got so weird about it. do better.

... drawing his sword from the holster.

you look like grandfather. it is not a compliment.

your poor fashion sense. i have an image to protect.

father. i highly suggest you consider changing. or simply stay in today.

... eyebrow raise.

he’s not even going to grace them with an answer. instead damian rolls his eyes, crumples up another sheet and chucks that one, too.

blinking back. why not?

chucking a paper ball at the reader.

it's going to be very out of pocket i am so sorry

‘ it can wait, ’ he agrees, voice soft. eyes shut, dark lashes fanning out against tan skin and damian all but purrs. ‘ i've missed you. ’

jay. he ONLY rises to irritate his siblings i fear

... #canceltimdrake.

STARES IN 5’4“. daring you to say something.

good morning.

i've made my point. vanishing under mysterious circumstances again.

he also doesn't use protection. as evidenced by myself being here.

too late. i'm reading even harder now.

okay, good. he'll figure it out himself when kara comes. i'm not his nanny.

speechless, by the way. is that a common misconception?

wait — hold on. you think i'm dating jon? that's the conclusion you've drawn? can't i have friends?

why would i be seeing jon? ( 🤨 )

bye.

uh huh. nice speech. i’m going out to see my mystery partner. be home tomorrow.

... you quite literally cannot stop me. i will burn all my clothes except the robin uniform.

jay. bruce trying so hard to gentle parent damian is frying me

see? i knew you wouldn’t follow through.

or. what.

i read between the lines.

i asked you a question, father.