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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[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Whoa, whoa, whoa! [She skids over to where he's seated, ripping the book out of his hand, a page tearing loudly as she yanks it away from him, causing her to wince] And these aren't toys!

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[Hey, that was his book. His face scrunches up and his eyes start tearing up.]

Mine!

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Not quite, kiddo. The wonder of library is it belongs to everybody. [Oh shit, he's gonna cry. Oh god. She hesitates, and then reaches down to try and scoop him up] C'mon, we'll find you your ... mom or... whoever left you here.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[When picked up, the screaming commences. And flailing hands.]

No!!

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, she holds him out at arm's length, trying to keep from dropping him.] Ok ok ok, calm down! Jeez, you've got a set of pipes on you. [She tries to wrangle him back into her arms tightly enough to keep his little arms on lockdown but it's mostly a hot mess of failed parenting skills over here] Shhhhhhh.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[he's just gonna wail for a bit before finally calming down. As calm as big, gulping sobs are, anyway.]

MY book!

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Hopefully we can wish up another one of these. [She'll hand him the stupid book again, keeping him in her arms though]

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to look sour as he takes the book and continues ripping pages out.

Little did Lois know, that was the book with ALL THE SECRETS and now it's ruined.]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[It is just her luck, ok]

... You know, I really hope this isn't some kind of spontaneous kid thing again because I do not have the diaper training for dealing with this.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[Rippy rip rip.]

No.

[He reaches up to knock her in the face.]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Whoa there, fists of fury. You can not just-- [waiiiit a minute] ... You know, you seem kind of familiar, kid.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He looks at her with a sour expression and tries to hit her again.]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[She'll hold him out at arm's length and fix him with a cross look of surprise] ... Damian?

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He dangles there with that usual critical, unyielding look on his face. If he could pronounce it, he'd call you a harlot right now.]

Baman!

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Well... that's a definite positive ID.

Come on 'Ba-man'. We'll find you somewhere a little more child friendly to play.