6. A drabble about the first time the muse killed someone.
((Oohhhh goodness. You have good taste in prompts. I hope this does it justice. o-o))
His eyes were locked onto his opponent. Even so, he could feel the numerous pairs of eyes that were focused on him.
Damian knew that most of the looks belonged to his teachers. But one of those piercing gazes, he could feel it, was that of his mothers. He knew that they were watching, waiting, to see if the fruit of their labor was worth it.
He would prove that he was. Damian’s small fingers curled tighter around the hilt of his katana, and his already stoic face hardened in concentration.
"Finish him, descendent of the Demon’s Head! Prove you are a worthy heir to the al Ghul empire!"
The words rang out clear and crisp, and Damian recognized the voice of the league’s sword master. He had been training with him the longest, since he was two years old—and to think that had only been what, three years ago? Yes. Damian was currently five.
Damian’s opponent was older than he. Not a young man, but not quite as small a child as Damian was, either. His age is of no concern. All that matters is ending this, he reminded himself. The other boy was knelt in defeat, trembling arms held outwards.
"He presents himself as a sacrifice to you, young master, for the benefit of your upbringing. His life is being given for the greater good of the league."
The young al Ghul gave a curt nod, holding his sword high as he slowly approached. His tiny lungs were still heaving from the exertion of the battle. Yes…the good of the league. And Mama is watching, too. Damian thought, blade raising to aim at the other male’s chest.
I will make Mother proud of me. And the great Batman too!
It was the last thought he entertained before he gave a loud shriek, rushing forwards to pierce his katana through the other’s torso—right at the place his sensei had said to. The ‘sacrifice’s’ eyes bulged, breath hitching in his throat.
Damian tugged his sword free, and not a moment later his opponent fell onto the ground.
I did it! Just like sensei said to! I won!
Although he rejoiced in the inside, he remained composed, just like he had been taught. He stared down at the other as blood seeped from his chest, pooling slowly around him.
Damian waited for him to get up, so they could begin the second round. That’s what always happened when he practiced fighting.
But the other boy didn’t. He didn’t get up.
Why isn’t he getting up?
His eyebrows furrowed, but he dared not ask. His head turned slowly, gazing upwards to the sword master. The man gave him an approving nod, before turning away.
So this was…normal? It must be. That nod of approval made Damian’s heart flutter with triumph. That was all that mattered. He glanced back at his fallen foe one last time, before he exited the sparring room.
He would keep practicing. Sensei was proud, and he hoped mother was too. Damian would get better, and one day show his skills to the Batman, and make him proud as well.
Batman and his son Damian Wanye, The Hood Robin.
You need more stroller meat!jason todd on your dash. quick comic based on this precious de-aged damian headcanon by maladictive.
Batman: Li’l Gotham #8
"Only one parachute? Seriously?”
"I’m normally the only pilot"
”This is embarassing.”
"Only for you."
Damian: Son of Batman #3 by Andy Kubert and Brad Anderson
maybe I’ll cosplay Red Hood and find all the Joker cosplayers and we can take turns hitting each other with a crowbar and see how many people take pictures and how many just cry
Sorry for lack of art… stupid art block. ;n; Here’s a stupid doodle. *rolls away*
Tim is still really feeling the sting of Bruce’s first words upon returning, even if Bruce has briefly apologized. He’s insecure about his role in the lives of both Bruce and Batman. He’s being left behind more frequently that he had been before Bruce left, which is a harsh contrast considering that he’s been working a solo career for a while now.
This is also one of those recap-type issues where Bruce looks back on his past, which means we get a quick recap of the Robins. Most notable is the statement, “Even now, he cannot make peace with the memory of Jason Todd.” He’s farther down the path of acceptance than he’s ever been, thanks to Shondra, but Bruce will never recover from Jason’s death, even after he returns to life.
Lastly, just an observation about that very last panel about Tim; Bruce says he will never knowingly pit Tim against Two-Face and the Joker, or at least not unprepared, but the ironic thing is that Tim has already faced the Joker on his own and triumphed (back in the second Robin mini).