Damian Wayne.
@heirtothemantle.bsky.social
- TT! -
▪︎▪︎▪︎ #DCRP⠀⠀⠀⠀
▪︎▪︎▪︎ #DCRP⠀⠀⠀⠀
Pinned
I WASN'T TAUGHT TO FIGHT FAIR, I WAS TAUGHT TO WIN.
Crime never sleeps, so neither does he.
But, and he'd never admit it aloud, he sure wished he would sleep well lately.
But, and he'd never admit it aloud, he sure wished he would sleep well lately.
June 5, 2025 at 10:15 PM
Crime never sleeps, so neither does he.
But, and he'd never admit it aloud, he sure wished he would sleep well lately.
But, and he'd never admit it aloud, he sure wished he would sleep well lately.
He's totally not falling asleep into his cereal bowl.
June 4, 2025 at 4:03 PM
He's totally not falling asleep into his cereal bowl.
Long suffering sigh.
June 1, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Long suffering sigh.
I get one free swear!
You weren't supposed to see that!
Oh So you can swear but I can't?
February 28, 2025 at 6:59 PM
I get one free swear!
Oh So you can swear but I can't?
Hold the fuck up.
February 28, 2025 at 5:51 AM
Oh So you can swear but I can't?
Reminds him of something....
February 23, 2025 at 2:45 PM
Reminds him of something....
Reposted by Damian Wayne.
"Unfortunately, I hardly hit them at all. In fact, I missed several times and made it look like I was dodging." Sigh. "My ego is more sore than anything." He winced.
"They got you good," he remarked, looking over to check for other bruises. There seemed to be none.
"You didn't hit back as hard, right?"
"You didn't hit back as hard, right?"
"Ugh." Eye roll. "I got into a fight...." He paused.
"At school."
"At school."
February 22, 2025 at 7:08 PM
"Unfortunately, I hardly hit them at all. In fact, I missed several times and made it look like I was dodging." Sigh. "My ego is more sore than anything." He winced.
"Yes. It is most, odd. She got them for his birthday. I assume she stole them."
February 22, 2025 at 7:06 PM
"Yes. It is most, odd. She got them for his birthday. I assume she stole them."
Reposted by Damian Wayne.
MY BODY MAY BE HEALED, MY MIND MAY BE CLEAR, BUT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS WILL NEVER COME OFF.
February 22, 2025 at 6:33 PM
MY BODY MAY BE HEALED, MY MIND MAY BE CLEAR, BUT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS WILL NEVER COME OFF.
"Ugh." Eye roll. "I got into a fight...." He paused.
"At school."
"At school."
"Everything. Now tell me what happened?"
Sigh.
"What part of don't ask is hard to understand?"
"What part of don't ask is hard to understand?"
February 20, 2025 at 7:30 PM
"Ugh." Eye roll. "I got into a fight...." He paused.
"At school."
"At school."
Sigh.
"What part of don't ask is hard to understand?"
"What part of don't ask is hard to understand?"
"What happened?"
He asked anyway.
He asked anyway.
Holding an ice pack to his face. Don't ask.
February 20, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Sigh.
"What part of don't ask is hard to understand?"
"What part of don't ask is hard to understand?"
"Selina got father some new cufflinks, and he won't stop looking at himself in the mirror with them."
February 20, 2025 at 6:34 PM
"Selina got father some new cufflinks, and he won't stop looking at himself in the mirror with them."
Holding an ice pack to his face. Don't ask.
February 20, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Holding an ice pack to his face. Don't ask.
Nibbling his cookie, crumbs dusted his lap as he settled down, trying to minimise his own mess.
"I really want to try the mechanoid one."
"I really want to try the mechanoid one."
January 11, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Nibbling his cookie, crumbs dusted his lap as he settled down, trying to minimise his own mess.
"I really want to try the mechanoid one."
"I really want to try the mechanoid one."
"I had never considered that." He paused, mind wandering.
"I'm not sure what I'd even do with that space."
"I'm not sure what I'd even do with that space."
“Radical,” he murmured, looking at the finer details even closer.
“You should have one of those art stores. You know, the fancy kind where you sell your stuff.”
“You should have one of those art stores. You know, the fancy kind where you sell your stuff.”
Despite Colin's words, Damian cannot take his eye's from the goft, nor can the smile be wiped from his face. This is going on his treasure shelf.
"A few hours, most of a day., it wasn't much really."
"A few hours, most of a day., it wasn't much really."
January 11, 2025 at 7:01 PM
"I had never considered that." He paused, mind wandering.
"I'm not sure what I'd even do with that space."
"I'm not sure what I'd even do with that space."
"You better not use that against me in the future."
"Right. I was that kind of kid once. Let's hope your father won't find out."
"No. That's my own money. Father may be mad but that is his own issue."
January 11, 2025 at 7:00 PM
"You better not use that against me in the future."
Says the irrelevant Superboy.
Ranking the Robins. Conner’s list. From best to worst.
Tim
Dick
Steph
Jason
Carrie
Jarro
A literal bird that’s a robin
Damian
Tim
Dick
Steph
Jason
Carrie
Jarro
A literal bird that’s a robin
Damian
January 11, 2025 at 6:33 AM
Says the irrelevant Superboy.
"No. That's my own money. Father may be mad but that is his own issue."
"I appreciate it. But, uh . . . won't you get in trouble for this?"
Transfers ten thousand dollars to @an-outsider.bsky.social bank account.
January 10, 2025 at 8:49 PM
"No. That's my own money. Father may be mad but that is his own issue."
"Excellent." He popped open the cookies and offered Jon one as he took one for himself.
"How is the new Monk-E-Monsters?"
"How is the new Monk-E-Monsters?"
January 10, 2025 at 7:12 PM
"Excellent." He popped open the cookies and offered Jon one as he took one for himself.
"How is the new Monk-E-Monsters?"
"How is the new Monk-E-Monsters?"
Despite Colin's words, Damian cannot take his eye's from the goft, nor can the smile be wiped from his face. This is going on his treasure shelf.
"A few hours, most of a day., it wasn't much really."
"A few hours, most of a day., it wasn't much really."
“Trust me, it’s not that nice.
This is getting hung up in my room,” he grinned, looking over the art once more.
“How long did this take you?”
This is getting hung up in my room,” he grinned, looking over the art once more.
“How long did this take you?”
"Shit?" Damian responded as he looked at how thoughtful Colin had been, offended by his statement. "This is one of the nicest things I've been gifted. I did make yours but this?" He showed off his own gift. "This is treasure, Colin. Thank you."
January 10, 2025 at 7:11 PM
Despite Colin's words, Damian cannot take his eye's from the goft, nor can the smile be wiped from his face. This is going on his treasure shelf.
"A few hours, most of a day., it wasn't much really."
"A few hours, most of a day., it wasn't much really."
Reposted by Damian Wayne.
Joel Kent.
(also called "Jo-El")
@steelkon.bsky.social 's future son.
#roleplayaccount #DCRP OC, semi-descriptive, semi-literate, serious/non (mostly non), banter and SL friendly, selective.
(also called "Jo-El")
@steelkon.bsky.social 's future son.
#roleplayaccount #DCRP OC, semi-descriptive, semi-literate, serious/non (mostly non), banter and SL friendly, selective.
December 6, 2024 at 5:09 PM
Joel Kent.
(also called "Jo-El")
@steelkon.bsky.social 's future son.
#roleplayaccount #DCRP OC, semi-descriptive, semi-literate, serious/non (mostly non), banter and SL friendly, selective.
(also called "Jo-El")
@steelkon.bsky.social 's future son.
#roleplayaccount #DCRP OC, semi-descriptive, semi-literate, serious/non (mostly non), banter and SL friendly, selective.