Three posts in one, yayyyyyy

[heirdom]

[Thursday Night

Mindy Macready / Room Filter]

[Damian is glad to be back in the castle, even if he would rather not be here at all. That said, after dealing with the outdoors and the leaves, he's also glad to stay in for a night

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city filter forever

[wornbright]

[ even after sitting in the room where the trial took place, being (uncomfortably) questioned by sakura about things she didn't really want to discuss anymore and having to look at two-face again, uru didn't want to keep being afraid of the same thing. she had to man up, right? besides, two-face was jailed in the castle, riful was gone, tyki was jailed in the dead zone. she didn't have to be afraid.

all of that goes out the window when something speaks to her from the shadows, and she staggers back with a yelp like she's just been electrocuted. she quickly holds up her bag, posed to throw it. ]

Don't come close. [ she takes another step back, eyes desperately trying to make out a form. ] I'll scream really loud!

[heirdom]

[He raises his hands in mock surrender, keeping a few steps back from her.]

Who would come running to rescue you, I wonder?

[wornbright]

[ STEPHANIE... if she's not on a potty break or something. there's something oddly familiar and unnerving about the voice but she can't place it yet. ]

There are always people patrolling.

[heirdom]

[He can never quite kick that growl, even with people he likes. The hard edge to his voice is almost burned in now, irreversible. He couldn't sound sensitive even if he tried.]

Like who?

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[i_neverlose]

[You are lucky that she's tired, because otherwise she'd be flouncing onto the bed and harshing your calm. Instead, she's just trying to think about how weird it is to be in the castle again. Wandering around their room, tank top and loose boxers, glancing to him every once in a while.

Eventually, she relented her pacing for climbing onto the bed and finding her way into the personal space of Damian. For as long limbed as she was, she had managed to perfect the way that she could fit against him, her head resting near his shoulder, but mostly against his chest. She would deny that it was to make sure he was still breathing.]

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[heirdom]

[He gives only the slightest of reactions when she climbs onto him, trying to stay in that deep, deep place of thought where he can get away from absolutely everything, but he supposes, too, that he's been lost to that place for some time now. If she wasn't climbing over him, maybe he'd just drift into the lull and never bother coming out of it. There was a twinge of frustration, irritability at being disturbed, but he was in enough of a stupor to not deal with it.

He puts his arms around her and then exhales, long and slow.]

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[i_neverlose]

[That small moment of irritation is felt in the lack of exhale, in the fact that he doesn't slide into something less stiff and 'focused', and in the brief moment where she almost feels like she overstepped. When he relents, when his arms move to surround her she exhales along with him. It's something she knows he needs and she measures his breath by how long her own exhales along with his.

Her arm slides around his side, brushing her fingertips against his spine lightly. She can feel the healed scars, the light pattern that is raised against the pads of her fingertips.]

Something's on your mind. [She doesn't ask, she states.]

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[heirdom]

[He feels almost distracted by her fingers on his back, tracing out all those double-ended "Y"s where, once upon a time, as a boy, he'd had a new spine installed. It wasn't pretty, as it has stretched over time, as he grew. The battle scars weren't much better off. It felt bizarre to know his healing factor would take care of anything new, but anything prior to his eleventh birthday was getting uglier and uglier anyway.

You couldn't cheat nature.]

Of course there is.

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[foolishrisk]

[Hush stumbled down the hall, looking a touch tipsy, very likely as he was still holding an empty shot glass. His shirt was partially unbuttoned and disheveled.

Then he saw passed by a man who bore a strong resemblance to the man he was pretending to be and did a double take. Was this really how he was going to be found out? Just by passing a hairless Bruce down the hall? No, he couldn't be him, there was a strong resemblance, but it couldn't be the Bruce he knew.

It took him a moment to get his act together again, but he continued to stumble past the man.]

You're the worst reflection I've ever seen..

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[heirdom]

[Damian's eyes widen for the briefest second, not in shock at having come across him, but at the sight of the stumble, and the glass in his hand.

He wasn't Batman -- he didn't remember Batman -- and he was reduced to this, a drunk playboy. The thought was infuriating, but to see it is worse.

And then his father goddamn recognizes him.]

I could say the same to you, but I'd rather be bald than drunk.

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[foolishrisk]

[Hush couldn't help but smirk a little on the inside. This wasn't Bruce he was facing, at least not his Bruce, his Bruce would have known this was an act.]

You kidding? If I gave you a comb, you wouldn't even know what to do with it!

[He'll just keep laying it on thick, just like he has for everyone else.]

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[heirdom]

I wouldn't need one, anyway.

Bruce Wayne, right?