⇢　BATMAN.

Finally, he took a deep breath and revealed the gift box that he kept behind his back.

"Happy birthday... Father."

He wasn't the one that Damian knew from his home world, yet this man loved him like he was his own. It was more than enough.

Inside the gift box, there was a set of silk ties.

"I —" he let out a nervous chuckle in an attempt to suppress the surge of emotions threatening to spill out of his mouth.

"I brought something for you," he said, still rooted in place.

Damian nearly forgot about the date if it wasn't for his brothers fussing in the kitchen the other day. —

// nyehehehe

"... Father."

Damian looked like he was hesitating, the hand behind his back grasped tightly onto the present that he prepared for @oathtojustice.bsky.social.

"Do you have a moment?"

Patrol duty today. 👍

Damian couldn't help smiling at the kid's gesture. Somehow he felt proud too.

"That's amazing," he nodded, "it's already late in the afternoon though. I'm heading to a restaurant over there if you want to come with?"

Father looks extra broody today.

// little buddy that my uncle delivered to my doorstep

// big earthquake woke me and my little buddy up. might as well order something and get a few replies while i wait...

// ☝️ guy who cannot resist (let's just say the scar is still there)

// HELLO GOOD MORNING

from Knightfight #4

... Would it be possible for me to meet Mother?

( And it's a 5'10 man in a Talon armor. That's his Robin. )

Patrolling with a Robin.

I should start drawing again.

"Shaky Spear guy?" he furrowed his brows, trying to think of someone.

But to no avail. No matter.

"Then... Have you eaten today? Do you want to have something?"

Oh. In a few weeks. Right.

Valentine's coming up?

His hand hovered around the boy's back, ready to catch him if he fell.

"I am? I think I'm just very tall," he laughed. "Do you know what time your mom gets off work? And what can I call you?"

// the big brother Damian agenda must go on

"He is," Damian nods in agreement. The cicada really is big.

"Are you here alone? Just you and Mr. Cicada?" he asks with a friendly smile, making it not sound like an interrogation.

"Oh," he crouches and puts his hand out to accept the cicada, "and where do you and this little friend come from?"

// i appreciate that

// i'm staring at this Damian and normal Damian... choices.... who to give headache...m

// OH MY GODDDD

I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴜɢs. Mᴏᴍ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢʀᴏss ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. Sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs!

[ Child Event ]

Not really. I do not and have no intention to get to know people outside of the family or the 'community.' I cannot be seen.

And I am content with the way I discreetly live now.

Accidentally overhead Father's lecture about the importance of being in touch with one's civilian identity.

That is not something I can do.

...

Why don't I teach you.

I sewed his cape once and that's how he behaves.