Babby \o/

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[A toddler is sitting in the middle of the library, all by his lonesome. People who know Damian might recognize the endlessly-judgmental eyes, but otherwise, he just appears to be a dark-haired little boy with big blue eyes and a big stuffed bat under his arm. Good thing he's an independent little guy and doesn't seem to be bothered that he's all by his lonesome. He seems more puzzled by the endless bookshelves around him than anything.

For now, anyway.]



[ooc: Damian's a little bb.]

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[batfail.livejournal.com]

[She looks over her shoulder at the sound, expecting to see someone--there's usually SOMEONE she knows hanging around the library--but just sees... a child.

A CHILD? Whoa now. She takes a quick glance around, seeing no one else in the immediate area.]

Ooookay. I better not be on hidden camera.

[Who the hell has a kid this age in Paradisa, and why the hell did they leave him alone, around lots of things with pointy corners? Steph heads over to investigate. Unless...]

Hey, bud. What are you doing here?

[Give her a moment or two before it clicks.]

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to stare up at her for a second, wondering why she's not picking him up. When she doesn't seem to get the point, he lifts his arms to her.]

Up!

[batfail.livejournal.com]

Alrighty.

[Another glance around before Steph picks up the kid. As she adjusts him in her arms so he doesn't wiggle and fall and get a concussion or die, she gets this eerie feeling. Foreboding. Doom.

He has a certain someone's coloring. A certain someone's judge-y eyes, which she is judged by all the time. She knows them well.]

You wouldn't happen to be able to say your name, would you? I promise I won't freak out and fling you across the room.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[Damian's happy to just sit up in her arms, and he looks at her like he has no idea what she's talking about. That's probably because he doesn't. He's just gonna reach to poke you in the face. Maybe in the eye.]

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Tuuuurns her face and gently grabs that hand.] Careful, there. I need both of those to figure this out.

I'm going to feel really dumb if my intuition is wrong.

[Darn you, magical castle. You don't make this easy.




After a few awkward moments of holding him in silence--]

Damian? Is that you?

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[But he wanted to :( He tries again, but he's not that hard to fend off. He's just a widdle stupid baaaaaaaaaby. Have some random babytalk and then, somewhat clearly:]

Steff.

[Still trying to poke that face.]

[batfail.livejournal.com]

... say that again?

[In shock. Defenses -10. FREE TO POKE.]

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[Pokes her in the eye.

And laughs.]

[batfail.livejournal.com]

Ah! [OWTHATHURTSDON'TDROPTHEBABY--

She shifts him to one hip so she can rub her eye.

This baby is now Damian.]

Old to young. I... guess it makes sense. And hurting me in every stage of life.

[As she waits for her eye to stop tearing, it's slowly sinking in that she's holding a little Damian Wayne. Tiny little baby. Innocent, tiny little baby.

... oh, god.]

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[The laugh is almost sinister. As close to sinister as a baby's laugh can be, anyway.

While she's being horrified he's going to be fiddling with her hair.]

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[She lets him fiddle around with it as her mind processes this. Well, it's better than him being older and unhappy. A toddler is easier to handle than a big bald guy. Despite her near-phobia of 10 year olds now, Stephanie does like kids. She hasn't had too much experience with toddlers, but if she could handle that time the castle landed her and Terry with a kid... no sweat, right?

She's thinking she might have a better grasp on this than Bruce, anyway.]

We can do this. Right?

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He's not really paying attention to what specifically you're saying, though he's certainly happy that she's talking to him.

Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle... yank.]

[batfail.livejournal.com]

Ow! No. Don't do that. Be nice.

[She'll pull his hands away from her hair. B( ]

You want your... bat? [Ironic.]

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He lets her go, momentarily distracted by his bat! That's right. He leans away from her, to try to "reach" to his bat, but given that he's in her arms, the only way he'll reach it is by tumbling on his head.]

Give it!

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Thank god for her reflexes, as she quickly gets a better hold on him. She laughs a little because this is ridiculous and he's oddly cute. For a little brat. So tiny and pudgy.]

Okay, okay. [She leans down and picks up the bat.] All yours, don't worry. Just don't pull on my hair.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He takes it from her with both hands, and then shoves it in her face.]

S' bat.

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Smothered. But he can get away with it since he's tiny and adorable right now.]

Yeah? Not a bird?

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He'll let her breathe, pulling it away to look at it.]

A bird?

[batfail.livejournal.com]

You know, they go "tweet-tweet!" Or "caw, caw!"

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He laughs and parrots her.]

Tweet-tweet.

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[There goes her heart.]

That's pretty good! Maybe we'll get your bat a bird friend if you're [NOT A DEMON] good, okay?

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

Robird. [Robin bird, clearly, but he's now focusing on his bat and trying to pick the eyes out.]

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Precious. Stupid castle.]

Robin. And hey, be nice to Mr. Bat. He likes his eyes.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He stops plucking at them for a moment to look at her.]

Bats don' have eyes.

[batfail.livejournal.com]

Then what are those? [She points to the eyes.]