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#Point blank 1998 movie#
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#Point blank 1998 movie#
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AN:Hey everyone! Hope you’re doing well, here’s chapter two of my wrong number daminette AU. I had a lot of fun with this, enjoy!
Chapter 2
Damian held back an unimpressed sigh when two goons rushed him. Their stances were off balance, and he could smell the stench of alcohol wafting off of them. A low sweep to their legs had both tumbling to the ground. If he had a dime for every lowbrow thug who thought they had a chance at beating him, he’d be richer than his father twice over.
It wasn’t his fault the brain lacking buffoons hadn’t figured out they had a snowball’s chance in hell to beat him in the seven years he lived here. Damian certainly wasn’t going to be the one to tell them different now. He needed some sort of stress relief after Alfred banned swearing in the house.
He flipped another grunt over his shoulders, an audible crack of a broken bone soon followed.
His mask hid a glint of amusement that was surely gleaming in his eyes, but he kept his face an annoyed scowl. The last thing he needed was word getting back to his father for finding pleasure in the suffering of others. Even if the whole reason they were out tonight, punching up a contingent of near brain-dead loons, was to stop a sex trafficking ring. It was times like this where he seriously considered the validity of his father’s no-killing rule; surely some scum wouldn’t be missed.
He whipped around to punch another man, nearly a foot taller than him and thrice as wide, across the face. Blood spurted from the thug’s nose as the behemoth fell to the ground. Good. Damian jumped back and flipped himself over to roundhouse kick another goon. Another satisfying crack, and the last of them had finally fallen to his superior skills.
Easy.
He waited for the warm glow of satisfaction after a fight well fought, but all he received was the familiar rush of adrenaline and the delicious burn of his muscles tensing for another go.
Unfortunately, all too easy.
Damian didn’t sigh, he was too disciplined for that, but the low-level grumbling in his mind, and the displeased sneer were all too indicative of his problem.
He was utterly unchallenged.
It wasn’t that he enjoyed getting beat to hell and back. He wasn’t a masochist (although, the same could not be said for the rest of his family, if anyone asked him (which, of course, they didn’t)). It was just… after three years with the Titans, constantly stretching to prove himself, pushing his abilities to keep up with those endowed with advantages he simply didn’t have, Gotham felt… lacking in comparison.
And with the Titans all but formally disbanded, Gotham was all he had.
Well… that wasn’t entirely true. He could follow Cyborg and Blue Beetle and join the Justice League. He had enough blackmail material on all the core members needed to vote him in if his father protested. It would be a welcome change; higher level threats and off world missions, if only there wasn’t the pesky problem of dealing with other heroes.
He would be the first to admit that in his younger teenage years his anti-socialness was a bit… problematic, but he’d grown past that. Socializing with the Titans had been difficult at first, but by the end he could say he was more than an acquaintance with them – even if he wouldn’t go so far as to call all of them friends. But even if he had gotten used to them, it still took three years. At least in Gotham his potential partners were all known quantities. Even if he disliked half of them on his good days.
“Robin, do you read?” called his father on the comms. He shook away his distracting maudlin thoughts.
He raised a hand to his comm. “All clear southside Batman, making my way to the roof.”
“Negative, Hood is already there. Red Robin needs help releasing the captives – cops will be here in fifteen.”
Damian bit back an irritated sigh. “I’ll be of more use-”
“Robin, that’s an order.”
The words wrapped around him, restricting in their resoluteness. He glared down at the unconscious thug and gave a swift kick to the side resulting in an incoherent groan. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, “Yes, Batman.”
His comm feed dropped off.
The resulting string of swear words he uttered in Arabic would have cost him two hundred dollars in the swear jar. Damian just didn’t give enough of a fuck to bring himself to care.
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Damian didn’t slam his bedroom door shut, but it was a close thing.
Between avoiding his father, deflecting the inane chatter of his siblings, and dealing with the GCPD, all of whom were either corrupt, uncaring, or ridiculously overworked, he had been ready stab someone, repeatedly, consequences be damned.
And that discounted dealing with the inconsolable sobbing women they rescued from the shipping containers. The sight of dozens of girls packed together like cargo, most of them his age, if not younger, would be enough to throw even the most experienced off their game.
Damian lived through some truly horrid things growing up in the League. He killed a grown man before he lost his first baby tooth. Suffered through endless hours of training with painful consequences upon any sign of failure. He had been beaten, starved, tortured, and pushed to the extremes of what a child could endure, but the utter horror and disgust he was faced with tonight, well…
At least the suffering he’d endured had a point.
Rubbing a towel through his still damp hair, he collapsed on top of his bed with an exhausted groan. The shower did little in relaxing his tensed muscles, his bed a welcome retreat after being on his feet for hours. Reaching out blindly he grabbed his phone off his bedside table. Going to bed would be the better choice, but it was Saturday, so he didn’t really give a damn.
His phone flicked on and he was taken aback by the notification awaiting him.
40 unread messages
He raised an eyebrow. That was odd. Not completely impossible, but odd. He did have acquaintances who would text him, Jon and Garfield came to mind, but it would be one or two messages at the most. Maybe a missed call if it was something extremely important.
He unlocked his phone.
Tapping on his messaging app, he saw that the messages all came from an unknown number.
That raised even more concerns, considering anyone who had this number were people he should already have programed into his contacts.
This put Damian’s suspicions on high alert.
Cautiously tapping on the text stream, he began reading.
- As long as you’re not an evil villain running around in a purple suit
or a bitchy Italian transfer student I figure you won’t care about
what I have to say
- I haven’t slept in two days. My brain is buzzing. And between my
insomnia and four years of repressed anger generated by
existing in the same city as an emotional terrorist who uses magical
butterflies to turn distressed people into monsters, I might come off a bit
incoherent
Before Damian could stop it, a small laugh of amusement passed his lips. This person was either really high, or entirely serious.
His finger hovered over the delete button. This had nothing to do with him. The person admitted they were texting a random number to blow off steam. He should just let it go and get some sleep.
But despite the long drive home, the debriefing, and a shower, the adrenaline hadn’t left his system yet. And the sight of those women in the container wasn’t going to leave his brain for a while. Sleep wouldn’t be coming for a long time yet. Whoever this was, sounded, if not entirely sane, at least somewhat amusing.
Looking back on it, Damian didn’t know what the influencing factor that made him read further. It could have been amusement, or curiosity. It could have been sleep deprivation. It could have been the promise of distraction. It could all of those or none of those, or any combination thereof.
Or it could have been luck.
Pulling up the knitted blanket from the end of his bed, he settled in against his covers, and began to read.
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do u got any tidbits of Lyra's character/story development that you hasn't got a chance to reveal and would like to show in this ask? 👀👀
oh hella yea i do anon
i suppose this is less of a titbit and more of a psa i guess but lyra is pretty drastically different than the one you all know and love. i’ve gone retro baby, new lyra is much closer to my pre-tumblr rp interpretation than my previous swing at her. she’s less cutesy in and optimistic way, more cutesy but also an absolute brat and unashamed of both of those things.
to elaborate; cutesy, cheerful, lyra who believes in goodness and fairness is still there, to an extent. she’s just been buried by the weight of her home life falling apart and several life threatening encounters with rocket. one of which was actually orchestrated by a double agent, a rocket who earned lyra’s trust and manipulated her into stealing several times before finally luring her into a trap she nearly didn’t escape from.
and that betrayal hit hard. so hard that lyra stopped feeling as though she could trust other people. so hard that lyra convinced herself it was being friendly and optimistic, that believing the best in people had made her an easy target, that even people she considered friends would take advantage of her if she gave them any of the love and kindness she was capable of giving them.
so she couldn’t let other people see how much of a bleeding heart she really was anymore. she had to send the message, loud and clear, that she was tough, hard, could take on anyone no matter how cute she might look.
she got bolshy. once upon a time she would mind her own business, only strike up a conversation with people who seem interested. now she criticises other people on the street, tells them off for what they’re feeding their pokemon or the way they’re dressing. now if you give her an inch she’ll take a mile. you thought she’d only take one potato chip when you offered the bag to her? nah, she’s taking a whole fistful sucker. you don’t think she looks that tough? she’ll roundhouse your bag, or worse your own ass, into next week.she started smiling all the time. not a sunny, happy smile like she used to have. this was a nonchalant, self-assured smile that covered up her real feelings. she could be staring down an enemy, so scared she could hardly breathe and she’d still be smiling at them to try and unnerve them. drooping the facade means admitting she’s really afraid, so if she gets caught of guard, if someone makes her gasp or tear up, she’ll start to panic. so if the walls start to tremble, if she can feel her emotions start to get the better of her, she’ll explode in anger at a last ditch attempt to push them away before they see her breakdown in panic, see how weak and easy to hurt she really is.
she’ll never be able to get rid of her sensitivity, her sweetness, it’s a part of who she is. it’s now just harder for herself and others to see it, it’s more heavily guarded. but if the right person comes into her life, one who can be patient with her but still challenge her, force her to take a good hard look at how she’s handling her emotions, well they’ll be getting a full look at the sunshine that’s still inside her.
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