This is MY legacy now.
[Indie RP blog for older, Damian Wayne.]
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Luke Pasqualino in Love Bite 10/?
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Nimble fingers move up to press at the communicator in his ear. “Pennyworth. Have the caves Kryptonite available upon my return. Over and out.” He turns away once more and starts heading towards the fire escape on the other side of the roof. “1. I am not your tour guide. 2. Nor am I your ticket to food, peasant. 3. You’re going nowhere near my bike. Not even over my dead body.” Nobody touched his bike and didn’t receive injury of some sorts.
The usual Superboy would of left him to his devices by now, but this one seemed determined to get on Damian’s nerves. Why was the other teen even bothering? Or was he literally seeking to annoy him? Why did Drake have such spastic friends?
“Rude,” Kon said upon hearing Damian’s thinly-veiled threat. “C’mon dude, like I’d really try and raid the batcave fridge or whatever. Simmer down, your precious stash of poptarts or whatever hell snacks you have will survive the night.”
He sighed heavily and scanned the city sprawled out before him, not really observing what he looked at. Who wanted to look at all that smog and grime, anyway?
“Worst host ever.”
“TT- And as if we have a fridge in the Batcave, preposterous. Pop Tarts hold no nutritional value, therefore I do not consume them.” He says, disappearing off the roof and onto the fire escape. Whether the clone chose to follow him was his decision. It wasn’t like Damian could do much else to discourage him.
Host? When had…? Tch. He chose not to question Kon’s logic. The clone really didn’t remind him at all of Superman, how strange. Perhaps it was the age difference? Hmm, whatever.
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“No surprise there,” he mumbled to himself. ‘Course the guy didn’t care about babes.
He hummed loudly as he stroked a non-existent beard and made a show of actually considering Damian’s words (which, spoiler alert, he most certainly wasn’t).
“Y’know what? No.” He replied, grinning big and broad and mischievously. “I think I like itrighthere. And y’know what else, you’ve been a pretty bad host for your great city. C’mon where’s the personal tour? The invitation to your Bat-fridge? A spin in your batmobile?”
Nimble fingers move up to press at the communicator in his ear. “Pennyworth. Have the caves Kryptonite available upon my return. Over and out.” He turns away once more and starts heading towards the fire escape on the other side of the roof. “1. I am not your tour guide. 2. Nor am I your ticket to food, peasant. 3. You’re going nowhere near my bike. Not even over my dead body.” Nobody touched his bike and didn’t receive injury of some sorts.
The usual Superboy would of left him to his devices by now, but this one seemed determined to get on Damian’s nerves. Why was the other teen even bothering? Or was he literally seeking to annoy him? Why did Drake have such spastic friends?
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“I’m sorry, did you think I cared about your opinion? Because I quite obviously don’t. My stress relief is none of your concern or anyone else’s for that matter.” He hisses slightly on the end, eye twitching behind the mask. Kon was really starting to grate on his nerves now, but hitting the super would be completely futile.Glaring up at Kon as he stops in front of him. Damian bat’s his hand away in annoyance, almost yawning at the show of intimidation. “I don’t care. Accept it or get out of my way!”
“Y’know, for someone who claims he doesn’t care, you sure got a mean twitch going on there.” It wasn’t too apparent, but he could just make out the fluttery movement through the lenses of Damian’s mask.
“Not to mention that blatantly pissed off voice you got,” he added. “Unless that’s just your voice in general. Man, that must get you all the Gotham babes. People love a grim-faced assholes who struggle with the basics of having a social life.”
“If it bothers you so, then there are plenty of exits for you to choose from. I suggest you use one of them.” The teen folds his arms once again and continues angrily staring the Superboy down. He didn’t care if it had no effect. It wouldn’t stop him from doing it otherwise.
“Tch. I’ve no interest in ‘Gotham babes’ as you so put it.” He replies, now shoving past the clone and slowly walking off. Perhaps it would be wise to bring some Kryptonite on his next patrol if this jerk was going to continue being around. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like annoying, Drake instead?”
