#ravagerd

Too say Damian’s time with the Titans had been a bust was an... understatement.  To him, they were all annoying kids lead by an even more annoying kid, who in turn gave leadership to the most annoying of the bunch.  However, there was one exception to them.  Someone who put Damian in a less homicidal mood than the rest of the Titans, though her sudden appearance in Gotham was jarring.

“What are you doing here Ravager?”

“don’t be, he’s a big boy. he survive slade once, he’ll survive him again.” she’s trying to sound confident–yet somewhere in the middle it turns more into trying to convince herself joey will be okay.”

“he’ll be back soon.” she’s hoping. “you’ll see.”

“Yeah. He’s-” any lack of confidence on rose’s side is mirrored in gar, as much as he went on about the awful cards life dealt him, joey’s entire life could be equated to walking under a ladder and past 13 black cats. “He’s bounced back from worst.” 

THIS IS SO MEAN

NEVER SAID THAT

a hand kiss.

     She hated these... events. She knew her father wasn’t the fondest of them either, but they served their purpose. Charity was, of course, a big part of who they were. The Wayne Foundation. She needed to put on another face for these, pretend to be the ritzy rich girl daughter of playboy Bruce Wayne, roles they spent a long time perfecting.

     She didn’t expect it to be crashed by a woman sharing her NORMAL taste in dress sense, but in hindsight she really should have. A silver haired woman in a leather jacket stuck out like a sore thumb among all these high society trappings, but if she was going to play this game, Izzy could too.