Born a Bat, Fly a Bird

Have you ever heard of time, place, and occasion? It’s in the middle of the night.

I do have a job to strip, you realize? And occasionally entertain guests. I take no parties on my breaks.

Have you ever heard of time, place, and occasion? It’s in the middle of the night.

Rather nice day in Gotham, isn’t it? I would point out how particular odd that it is but it is a really pleasant day. [Pleasant enough that instead of heading out to work, Damian had opted for a quiet stroll in the city—where he caught sight of someone new and opted for curiosity than wariness.] 

It’s.. kinda odd yeah. Gotham’s not usually such a pleasant place to be but.. Not bad. …Have we.. Met before?

And last I heard, Todd has an odd sense of friendship and an even odder group of friends.

How old are you?

*beams at Damian* I’m sixteen!

And how would you know that? Last I heard, magic was still available to make the impossible possible.

Is that Todd’s helmet you are wearing as your own?

*quickly scampers over and grins* It’s my helmet of course. Though Dad’s the one that gave it to me.

How old are you?

That’s what you’re looking for? [He almost wants to laugh but Damian decides to just ignore the opportunity to humiliate the other man and just leans in. A hand curls around a good bit of Lance’s shirt as he tugs him forward for a rough kiss, Damian’s teeth nipping harshly at the soft flesh before he licked the redness. Though it was a rough kiss, it was a short one and he pushes Lance away a few moments later.] You’re welcome. 

*The black and purple clad vigilante stumbles slightly at the tug, his breath hitching lightly at the kiss, a light grunt dying in his throat at the nip and his feet planting themselves in place as he took a couple steps back into the shove, licking his lips as he stared at Damian. That was certainly not the knife he was expecting. He swears his brothers have some sort of vendetta against him for some reason; perhaps it was because he picked on them when they were younger?* Thank you, not-so-mini-demon.

Al Ghul has not been a part of my name for a very long time, Lance. And "demon" is hardly an insult to someone like me. I know I can be very harsh in some aspects. [The leer he gives him is clear as day that Damian means in some not so innocent subjects too.] 

Mellow indicates that I have gotten sweeter with age, which is incorrect. I simply found better use for my time and energy than finding reasons to dislike things or people. 

Damian? [Tim can’t help but stare. The kid’s grown.] I’m chasing up a lead. When did- How old are you? [It’s fairly evident this isn’t the Damian from his own universe.]

[He lifts his brow before grinning.] Did I surprise you, Drake? I am seventeen this year. Barely toeing at the line to being an official adult. Ironic considering who I am.