Mailbox for Damian Wayne.

Kept in the corner of Damian's bedroom is a wooden dummy, crafted by his own hand with tools he found in the Compound. It's laughably simple in its design, a solid trunk with a few pegs approximately thirty centimeters in length protruding its front and sides to simulate limbs, obstacles ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

He's stashed the domino, the utility belt, the tunic, the gloves, the boots, the cape-- Anything and everything that could immediately connect him to Robin. On its own, the charcoal gray survival suit could pass for something like a wetsuit. It's not the most ideal of charades, but though Damian's only been on this island for under twenty-four ( Read more... )

Joker's drugs should have worn off hours ago.

It's an uncomfortable realization, to say the least, to know that Jason Todd, of all people, was telling the truth with all his nonsense about pocket dimensions. Even so, there's little denying that the dark world around Damian feels real, from the deep, lush smell of the surrounding jungle to the ( Read more... )

He's said he's different. That he's not like the other Robins. Damian Wayne was raised by assassins, criminals, and as such, was taught to kill without mercy. Despite the promises he's made -- despite the promises he's kept -- not for one second would he hesitate to inflict severe brain damage upon one of his father's rogues, and the Joker is ( Read more... )

( Damian Wayne's initial and acquired inventories. )