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Meeting his father for the first time (B&S 47-50)

First time seeing the batcave/this child is feral (B&S 53-58)

dear dad, here is a dead bird. do u like it?????? (B&S 72-73; 77-82)

LOOK AT ME MOM (B&S 89-96)

Damian says Fuck History (B: RRAG 33-34)

SHOW HIM THE ZOMBIE (B: RRAG 40, context on 42)

Damian says Fuck Ghosts!! (B: RRAG 51-56)

Stop hitting yourself (B: RRAG 56-61)

Breaking into the batcave and Tim's a jerk for no reason at ALL (B: RRAG 88-94)

Alfred does my dad love me :(? (B: RRAG 98; 103. Minus continued Tim fight.)

Nice job birdbrains (B: RRAG 124-131)

DAMIAN OUT!! (B: RRAG 134-135)

thx 4 the save dad (B: RRAG 226-228)

BUT MOM :( (B: RRAG 229-232; 236-238

Damian says Fuck Ambulances (Batman RIP; 145)

Did we just watch Batman die??? (idk end of RIP, look for exploding stuff)

Damian says FUCK NIGHTWING (BR 2009; #2 14-18)

Did you just save my life? (BR 2009; #3 12-15)

Geeze Dick I can fight blind :T (BR 2009; #4 18-21)

Big Bro #3 SUCKS (BR 2009 #5 6-9)

ffs jason THANKS A LOT (BR 2009 #6)

Aren't you dead?(BR 2009 #8 22-23)

This recovery arc sucks (BR 2009 #9 5-11, 15-18)

but I like the status quo NOW (Br 2009 #10 15-18 [part for context])

changed my mind; new spine sucks (BR 2009 #11 16-end)

electrocution will solve this problem (BR 2009 #12 7-9)

Moms suck (BR 2009 #12 14-18)

Movie night with the fam (BR 2009 #20 start-5)

Birthdays with Mom (BR 2011 #0 10)

The last birthday with Mom (BR 2011 #0 11-15)

no one cares about your dead parents Dad (BR 2011 #1 7-12)

And I didn't kill anyone! (BR 2011 #1 16-20)

Quality time with Dad (BR 2011 #2 9)

Damian says FUCK CHESS (BR 2011 #3 3-9)

This is fine (BR 2011 #3 10-19)

Dad you SUCK (prelim Ducard background) (BR 2011 #4 13-17)

With Ducard (BR 2011 #4 20-21; #5 5 to #6 3)

Thank fuck my dad is Batman (BR 2011 #7 start-8)

Double tap (BR 2011 #7 11-end)

A moral discussion (BR 2011 #8 13-end)

We're not so different you and I, Tim (BR 2011 #10 15-19)

Jason talks to his furniture (BR 2011 #11 start-7) NTS3

Big brothers aren't all bad (BR 2011 #12 8-9)

y. you aren't my real dad nightwing (BR 2011 #12 17)

goddamn bounty hunters (BR 2011 #13 13-16)

Do you even know what selfishness means? (BR 2011 #14 18-20)

It's not me who needs protecting... It's the 4 highly trained and experienced adults!! (BR 2011 #15 start-11)

Damian says fuck this murder in particular (BR 2011 #15 19-#16 15)

for FUCK'S entire sake Joker (BR 2011 #16 16-end)

Well this is nothing but nightmare fuel (Batman 2011 #17 start-7)

fuck (Batman 2011 #17 8-15, through to end for misc cutaway scenes)

what the fuck is a "game"? (Red Hood 2011 #17 13, 15)

Todd's sad attempt at being a big brother (Red Hood 2011 #17 4-5)

Jason's receding hairline (Batman 2016 #16 16)

Artistry (Implied canon, montage)

Violin practice (Implied canon, montage)

You trust people. That's what makes you you. (NW 2011 #17)

Trust me, they're a curse (not canon; loosely based on this)

MEMORY

MEMORY

MEMORY

MEMORY

MEMORY

MEMORY

TAKEN

guess who's got a NEW SPIIIINE (BR 2009 #8 18): Write Up | IC thread

Shut up and let me train you Jon (SS #6 5-12) Writeup | IC thread

Are you using my hand for a tissue :/ (GA #7 7-14) Writeup | IC thread

And that's how I learned how to dispose of a body (Reference, SS #1 14; AoSS #6 5) Writeup | IC thread

There's a new Batman in town (B&R 2011, Annual #1) Writeup | IC thread

Time to fuck off, Tim! (B&S 66-70) Writeup | IC thread TBD

Forest training (implied canon) Write up | IC thread TBD

Boss baby (BR 2009 #10 3-5) Writeup | IC thread TBD

sup granddad. fuck you. i'm out. (B: RRAG 76-77; 79-83) Writeup | IC thread TBD

Family Portraits (BR 2011 #10 5-8) Writeup | IC thread TBD

This is NOT my order and I hate you (Batman 2016 #16 11-13 pre-Bruce's outburst)

Brothers beWARE! (BR 2011 #10 11-13)

Dads >>> Moms (B: RRAG 182-184)

Torture lessons with Ducard (BR 2011 #6 16-end)

who cares about you dad AM I STILL ROBIN??? (BR 2009 #16 29-end)

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[ Implied League of Assassins training; #1 ]

The memory begins in a thick pine forest. Damian, just barely 5 years old, is trekking through the woods with a pack that is easily half as large as he is slung over his back. He's alone, and occasionally pauses to scowl up at the sun, just beginning to set, through the gaps in the trees and adjusting his course based on whatever calculations he's making. He eventually comes to a stop in a particularly thick copse of trees with some shrubs scattered around their base and drops his pack, starting to pulls supplies out from it.

A thin sleeping bag is tucked into the thickest of the bushes, and he grabs a collapsed mesh contraption and leaves the copse to follow the sound of water to a bubbling stream not far away. He sets the fish trap in place near the middle of the stream, weighing it down with a rock and partially covering it with a fallen, already waterlogged branch to hide it from view. The whole time he works his attention is on his surroundings. He frequently glances up to watch the forest around him, sharp eyes focusing on any sound or twitch of a branch, but his work passes without incident and he returns to his crude little camp once the trap has been set.

Dinner is a protein bar paired with dried fruit that he dug out from the depths of his pack. He doesn't so much as light a fire for warmth before he beds down for the night, double-checking that both his pack and sleeping bag are securely hidden from view before he finally lets himself lay down and rest. The memory begins to blur as he starts to fall asleep…

Only to snap back into sharp focus with a chorus of snapping twigs and a sharp, high-pitched cry of pain. Talon remembers the burning pain of a knife in his shoulder, but people simply watching the memory will have trouble following the hazy blur of motion as he forces himself awake again and scrambles out of the brush the second the knife is drawn back for another strike. He can hear the snapping of twigs again and the thud of an approaching footstep and whirls around to press his back to the trunk of a tree, scrambling to draw his own blades from sheaths strapped around his chest. The shadows in front of him have all gone still, and the forest is quiet save for the quiet chatter of birds and insects, and—

A soft rustling to his left has him spinning to face it, hopping straight up and bracing one foot on the tree trunk to give him an extra second in the air. It was the right move to make. His assailant's sword sinks into the trunk where his midsection had been moments ago, and he lashes out with his own blades in strategic, upward arcs at the same moment. One of them must have struck cleanly, because there's a wet spray of dark liquid followed by a gurgling sound, and the assailant crumples forward to their knees and clutches at their throat as they slump forward.

Damian drops back down to the ground, gulping in shaky breaths of air that he focuses on getting under control, eyes scanning the forest with carefully restrained, but tense expression. When no one else rushes out to attack him, he bolts away from the tree and hauls his pack from the bushes, leaving the sleeping roll behind and rushing away through the forest. It isn't clear how long he runs for. It could be minutes or hours, but he does pause at one point to haul himself into the upper branches of a tree for something that could almost pass for resting. He manages to slap a rough bandage on the wound on his shoulder, and waits there until the sun has risen enough for him to use it to navigate.

He descends the tree again—with some stifled whimpers and winces each time he strains his injured shoulder. Again, it's unclear how long he travels for, but eventually he comes upon the edge of a larger camp and strides in with confidence that doesn't seem to fit such a tiny, injured child. The camp is filled with armed men and women dressed in dark, robed uniforms, but although they clearly notice him, none make a move to stop or speak to him until he reaches a central tent.

A tall woman with hair beginning to gray at her temples steps out and regards him critically for a long moment before finally sighing in disappointment and motioning him inside. "Another disappointing attempt, young lord. You are lucky your skill with a blade was enough to save your hide this time, but it should never have come to that."

Damian says nothing, but bows his head in uncomfortable acknowledgement. The woman sighs again, still irritated, but gentler this time, and guides him by his good shoulder to a cot with a few medical supplies spread on a little table beside it.

"Come. I will stitch the wound, and then we will prepare another series of lessons in properly avoiding detection."

Notes:
--Apart from the cry of pain when he was taken by surprise, Damian did not make a sound through this entire memory
--He also did not cry at all over the injury, although it was clearly distressing him and was a pretty significant wound. A flesh wound, but still a significant hole in his shoulder.
--Everything in his pack was sized to suit a small child. It was clearly designed with him in mind.

Talon is aware that:
---This is stealth training. The goal is to spend a night in the woods entirely undetected. Catching and preparing a meal for himself is part of this training.
---This is his second attempt. He was noticed by less people this time, but even escaping after detection is considered a failure
---That person he stabbed absolutely died
---The woman who meets him is his current field instructor. She is new.

Edited 2019-06-05 16:39 (UTC)

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