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Just a quick scene that I came up with. This is also a Gratuitous Icon Post. *loves the Damian*
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"Nibor, og kcab ni emit ot erofeb uoy erew nrob." It was the last thing that he heard before a burst of white light stole his vision, before the ground vanished beneath his feet and he fell.
Never piss off a homo magi. If there was only one lesson that Damian Wayne could retain at the cost of everything else, he'd pick that.
Damian reached up for the lip of the dumpster he was in. He was sure that even this indignity had been plotted by Zatanna. She'd said something before her spell, something about teaching him a lesson. For the most part, all the lessons that his father's former cohorts had to teach were about stripping him of his dignity. And that was only when they weren't whining about how they liked Drake better and that he, Damian Wayne, son of Batman, did not deserve the mantle of Robin.
He growled at the thought of it. He vaulted up and out of the dumpster, landing lightly on the pavement. He shook a wadded up burger wrapper and and some half-rotted potato peels out of his cape before putting it back on with the hood up. His tunic was sticky with spilled cola and beer; he scrubbed at it half-heartedly with the end of his cape, but knew that it was hopeless. 'I have to get back to the Cave,' he thought, 'if I'm still in a world where the Cave exists.'
A shadow flicked over the ground. Damian dropped into a crouch and hid behind the dumpster. A moment later, a familiar caped figure dropped into the alleyway. 'Batman!' he thought, but didn't speak. Something was different... not only the costume, with its blue-black cape and cowl, but the build of the person wearing it.
'It's not Grayson under that costume.' Damian realized. 'But it can't possibly be... Father?'
The Batman staggered, stumbled, and fell to his knees with a groan. He was obviously hurt. Damian rushed to his side; if this wasn't Grayson, he needed to find out who was pretending to be Batman. And if it was... by whatever miracle or magic, his father...
Batman was unconscious by the time Damian reached his side. Speaking of Batman's side, there was a steadily bleeding wound there, the dark grey of his bodysuit stained almost black with blood. Damian slapped a pressure bandage on the wound immediately, and looked around the alley nervously. It wouldn't do for people to see a wounded Batman and take advantage. He kicked open a nearby door and dragged the man inside.
Meanwhile, Talia al-Ghul, who had been following the Batman since he left the Gotham Chemical Plant, rushed into the alleyway he'd landed in, only to find it empty. "Beloved, where are you?" she murmured to herself. How could she have lost him? How would she stop Qayin now?
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...yes, Damian got transported to the beginning of 'Son of the Demon'. Has he doomed himself? Oh no! (Or, as I'm sure Glor is saying, "Oh, yes!")
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comment_fic"Nibor, og kcab ni emit ot erofeb uoy erew nrob." It was the last thing that he heard before a burst of white light stole his vision, before the ground vanished beneath his feet and he fell.
Never piss off a homo magi. If there was only one lesson that Damian Wayne could retain at the cost of everything else, he'd pick that.
Damian reached up for the lip of the dumpster he was in. He was sure that even this indignity had been plotted by Zatanna. She'd said something before her spell, something about teaching him a lesson. For the most part, all the lessons that his father's former cohorts had to teach were about stripping him of his dignity. And that was only when they weren't whining about how they liked Drake better and that he, Damian Wayne, son of Batman, did not deserve the mantle of Robin.
He growled at the thought of it. He vaulted up and out of the dumpster, landing lightly on the pavement. He shook a wadded up burger wrapper and and some half-rotted potato peels out of his cape before putting it back on with the hood up. His tunic was sticky with spilled cola and beer; he scrubbed at it half-heartedly with the end of his cape, but knew that it was hopeless. 'I have to get back to the Cave,' he thought, 'if I'm still in a world where the Cave exists.'
A shadow flicked over the ground. Damian dropped into a crouch and hid behind the dumpster. A moment later, a familiar caped figure dropped into the alleyway. 'Batman!' he thought, but didn't speak. Something was different... not only the costume, with its blue-black cape and cowl, but the build of the person wearing it.
'It's not Grayson under that costume.' Damian realized. 'But it can't possibly be... Father?'
The Batman staggered, stumbled, and fell to his knees with a groan. He was obviously hurt. Damian rushed to his side; if this wasn't Grayson, he needed to find out who was pretending to be Batman. And if it was... by whatever miracle or magic, his father...
Batman was unconscious by the time Damian reached his side. Speaking of Batman's side, there was a steadily bleeding wound there, the dark grey of his bodysuit stained almost black with blood. Damian slapped a pressure bandage on the wound immediately, and looked around the alley nervously. It wouldn't do for people to see a wounded Batman and take advantage. He kicked open a nearby door and dragged the man inside.
Meanwhile, Talia al-Ghul, who had been following the Batman since he left the Gotham Chemical Plant, rushed into the alleyway he'd landed in, only to find it empty. "Beloved, where are you?" she murmured to herself. How could she have lost him? How would she stop Qayin now?
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...yes, Damian got transported to the beginning of 'Son of the Demon'. Has he doomed himself? Oh no! (Or, as I'm sure Glor is saying, "Oh, yes!")