[for Jason and Stephanie] The Short Halloween
Underestimating an enemy is one of the most dangerous mistakes to make. Damian knows this. But they were just toys. Not a threat and more of an annoyance. He didn't think twice about separating himself from Batgirl over the course of the day, wanting the chance to fly solo, to lash out against these paltry opponents, and prove himself still worthy of the name Robin. (That there's no Batman to speak of doesn't matter. Should either his father or Grayson arrive, he won't be sloppy.)
A single clown doll, brought to life by this place's magics, should not have brought him trouble. They stood at about half of Damian's height, though their coloring isn't dissimilar to the Joker's. (Purple hair instead of green, but the face is the same, painted white with a sloppy red grin, an artificial madness gleaming in their beady black eyes.) He's kept up with his training. This shouldn't be a struggle. And were there just a handful of them, perhaps Damian would have had no issue, but there's a veritable army encircling him, and there's no promise of backup any time soon.
That he'd been right about thinking the carnival suspicious is of little comfort when his swords cuts through the head of one clown only for another of the blasted things to launch itself onto his back, arms circling Damian's thin neck so tightly that it cuts off his air. With his free hand, he tries to find purchase around one of his blades, but there are clowns at his hip, too, tugging hard on his cape to pull Damian down to his knees, and he knows, in that moment, that he has his work cut out for him.
A single clown doll, brought to life by this place's magics, should not have brought him trouble. They stood at about half of Damian's height, though their coloring isn't dissimilar to the Joker's. (Purple hair instead of green, but the face is the same, painted white with a sloppy red grin, an artificial madness gleaming in their beady black eyes.) He's kept up with his training. This shouldn't be a struggle. And were there just a handful of them, perhaps Damian would have had no issue, but there's a veritable army encircling him, and there's no promise of backup any time soon.
That he'd been right about thinking the carnival suspicious is of little comfort when his swords cuts through the head of one clown only for another of the blasted things to launch itself onto his back, arms circling Damian's thin neck so tightly that it cuts off his air. With his free hand, he tries to find purchase around one of his blades, but there are clowns at his hip, too, tugging hard on his cape to pull Damian down to his knees, and he knows, in that moment, that he has his work cut out for him.