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.]

Comments

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. I was waiting on someone el-errr I just woke up, yes that's what I meant.

[He takes Damian in one arm and offers the other to shake.]

Thanks very much for finding him... Uhmm.... Just who exactly are you anyways?

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He goes over, pleasantly, grabbing onto the front of Hush's shirt for support. Also, don't mind the slight-drooled-on stuffed bat being shoved in your face.]

1/2

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ he's... lying...

and he already forgot who she is. crey. ]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

It's no trouble... and it's Uru. We spoke the first day you returned.

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[He tries to avoid the slightly drool covered bat as it is thrust into his face. He knew he took it away from him for a reason.]

Oh right! I gave you my number. I'd never forget something like that.

Well as you can see now that I have to look after little Damian. You'd have to take a rain check until I find him a babysitter.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[Pushes it in his face again. With random baby jibberish.]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ having difficulty believing this is what bruce is going to be like now thanks to his loss. he seems... not smart. :( ]

If you need any help while he's on this loss, I'd be more than happy to. I'm actually good with kids.

1/2

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[Bat in face again! takes it from Damian and holds it in front of him, making it do a little dance.]

Oh I wouldn't worry too much about that. I'm sure there are plenty of toys around here to keep little Damian amused for a week.

2/2

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[Like my Nine Iron for example. I do need to work on my golf swing.]

Re: 2/2

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[He reaches for it.]

Give it!

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

I don't mind. [ in fact... ] I'd like to come by and play with him, if that's okay?

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[If he survives that long.]

Of course! He has a very busy schedule, but I'll see if I can fit you in.

[Let's Damian's fingers just touch the bat before pulling just inches out of his reach.]

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[Heyy, that's not fair. He leans to reach, trying to hold onto "Bruce"'s collar with one hand so he doesn't topple out of his father's arms while still reaching out.]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ schedule wat. ]

Alright. I should go now but if he needs to be watched you can filter to me or drop by my place. [ address in the city here.

she looks over at damian and waves to him. ]

Bye bye!

1/2

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to keep you in mind!

[He smiles and closes the door, taking a few steps in.]

2/2

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[Glances down at Damian.]

Seems I'm stuck with you again, hmmm?

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

Byebye.

[He waves at Uru, momentarily distracted from the bat, and when Hush takes him inside he just looks up at his father with big eyes.]

Baman.

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[He carries Damian to his room, then sets him down on his bed.]

Who me? No, you must have me mistaken for someone else.

You see, I'm not a big fan of bats.

[He demonstrates this by taking Damian's stuffed bat and slowly rips its' little head off.]

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[what the fuck :( that sinks in for a second







eyes welling up in tears aaaaaaaaaand

let the screaming commence!]

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[He moves and lifts Damian up, cradling him in his arms and rocking him back forth.]

Hush little Damian
Don't say a word
Hush's gonna get you a hangman's noose.
and if that hangman's noose don't choke.
Hush's gonna slit your throat.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[good thing he doesn't have a strong working knowledge of language or else that would be terrifying as fuck.

baww, calming down in daddy's arms.]

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[That's right, just relax little baby. Don't mind me, just walking along toward this window over here.]

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[suspecting nothing]

[foolishrisk.livejournal.com]

[He holds Damian in one arm, opening the window with his free hand.]

Does Damian want some fresh air?

I think he does, yes I do.

[babbydamian.livejournal.com]

[looking out the window. Oh, that's nice :) la la la oblivious]