Damian Wayne
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Must I put something here? Fine. I'm Damian, The only TRUE son of Bruce Wayne blah blah blah is this really necessary? /RP/18+ only because it's Damian./#Serpentine /Writer is 26yo female/ MDNI./ NO. LEWD. PERIOD./
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“I am Damian Wayne. Son of the Bat, and Grandson to the demons head.”

🦇Semi-Cannon portrayal of Damian.

🦇/Mun is 20+. Follow if you want he’s 18+ for language and gore. NO LEWD./

🦇Dark Themes.

🦇#Serpentine
He stops dead in his tracks and turns around.

“You have never seen one piece? How! Jon says you’re like…. The mega nerd of anime.”
“Surviving.. the usual..”

He shrugs and carries the pizza.

“We wanna go to the theater room? There’s a new episode of one piece.”
Damian opened the door and as usual was unimpressed, though Jon was really the only one that really got him bright and cheery.

“Here. Let me take the pizza, we have the whole manor to ourselves.”
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I’m still a vegetarian, pizza or Chinese is fine. Just no meat. No. Meat.
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Sounds fine to me, father isn’t home. I doubt he’d mind.
He didn’t want to sound desperate, he really wasn’t. He just didn’t like being alone.

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I haven’t started my classes yet, starting in the spring. Med school.
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Nothing… just wanted to verify you were alive.

[An absolute lie, he was a bit lonely, with his brothers gone, his father busy, and Jon off world. It was hard not to be lonely.]
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Because Jon is off world and won’t answer my texts.
//*Blows off the dust on account.*

Shit. I really let this account sit and get dusty. That’s on me. Been in and out.
“You’re on, old man.”

With a level of excitement he made his way to the F/16, it was practically muscle memory from the simulators he’s been in.

He could thank mother for that.
“A new plane? What are its specifications?”

He liked new technology, the newer the better sometimes.

“I can definitely beat you in an arial battle.”
//Nerd out. Be free. Go full ham!
“I much prefer the small compact and speed of a Porsche.”

He nods, though he was fine with whatever vehicle he drove.

“What do we have at our disposal today, grandfather?”
“I much prefer cars, but planes are more interesting.”

He was aware of the playful tone, though it was odd. He was taking it as a non-threat. He enjoyed the less aggressive tones, he loved his family, though in his own way.

Though emotions were mixed.
-excessive G-forces and hypoxia. So what exercises are we working on today?”
“His technology isn’t meant for destroying enemies, it’s for practicality. Even the missiles aren’t used for anything more than blowing holes into walls or destroying tracking munitions.

But I know how to read a radar, I know how to maneuver. And mother made sure I was equipped to handle—
“So… in essence we’re just practicing taking down drones and dog fighting.

Right.”

He really didn’t understand the necessity of this exercise, but he was going to be compliant.
“I know how to pilot, I haven’t done it in a while… but why now?”

He put on the helmet without question.
He jumps at the sound of his Grandfathers voice, picking up the helmet.

“Where…”
//Okay. I’m back here.