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Starter | @bruz3r | A Dangerous Robin

The night was dragging on, nothing was happening in the city to provok the vigilante to leave his post. Damian was still brand new at being Robin, taking the mantle not that long ago, having to prove himself to his father even if the young boy didn't think that it was needed given his background.

A hushed tut left his lips as annoyance settled in. Waiting in silence for a moment more before going back to his route of patrol. The same one he's been doing for only a week.

Suddenly hearing a cry for help had him rush to the voice. A woman cornered by two large men. He had to stop this now before it progressed.

Perhaps that was a mistake in itself. Due to the fact he was sat in the Batcave, arms crossed, still in his costume besides the mask that was set in his lap. Getting scolded for maiming the criminals with his sword. Damian thought the men deserved it, they where lucky to get away lives anyhow.

"Its not like I killed them. They only got a couple of wounds! I don't understand why you are so upset with me over this."

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Amortentia @ riddler

Scents

Some sort of expensive cologne, nothing over the top. Maybe Kilian Paris Angels Share? Spicy cinnamon mixed with tonka beans. Eddie can't really picture Bruce wearing something floral or citrus, but sure the billionaire could if he wanted to.

The slight scent of wool. Nice suits often are made of such material. Coffee, freshly roasted, nothing that's been brewing for hours on end to become bitter. Perhaps an expresso scent.

Of course turning things over to the Dark Knight.... a whole different story.

He can't get the smell of Kevlar, steel, and blood out of his mind when it comes to Batman. A slight smoke depending on if guns have been pulled out to try and kill the vigilante. Oh how fun.

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There was a sort of soured look towards his father. Damian was still trying to change his ways, learn how to take a different path besides violence when it came to disciplining those wrong-doers. He slightly scowled. Knowing that Bruce was right. There was a different way to go against criminals. Picking the deadly answer only made you the same as them.

"Yes…I understand." The child grumbled. Hating to admit that someone else's view was correct in this matter. Death and blood was wrong. Sure you could injure someone to get an answer but that wasn't always the best way to do it. "I'll try a different approach next time."

Hopefully Damian would take his time and follow behind his mentors. Trying to remove this violence out of his life, change himself for the better, wouldn't just happen over night. But he would try his best.

The simplicity in his argument is perhaps what terrifies him. The ease of that line he has come so close to ; the familiarity of it – the weight of it that feels like a belt tightened around his fists. 

Restraint is the practice of the common man.

     [ ₁ ] The great equalizer. 

A gloved hand pinched the bridge of his nose. Words that taste like poison and acid cling to the roof of his mouth and he swallows, desperately, to wash it down with air and asphyxiate it before it could raze the walls of his throat on its way down. 

“ Criminals are like weed, Damian. You cut one off and another one takes its place. It’s a vicious cycle. “ He knelt down in front of him then, touching the big bat symbol over his chest. “ This is supposed to mean something. And it’s not choosing the deadliest option at its convenience. Do you understand? “