Legacies
| Legacies | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 21 January 2024 |
| Location: | Batcave, Wayne Manor |
| Synopsis: | Damian takes a walk into the past. |
| Cast of Characters: | Damian Wayne |
| Tinyplot: | N/A |
Damian grunted as he finished his training, a backflip as he nailed the landing on the back of the mat, a turn to catch the birdarang out of the air and he let out a breath that crystalized in the air. It was a little cold in the Batcave - and Damian wasn't adverse to a little training in the cold weather, dressed in a muscle shirt, sweatpants and a pair of running shoes. Putting the birdarang aside, her started to walk back towards the main area of the cave, and his path took him along the path of costumes.
As he did so, he glanced towards the containers as he passed. The first was his own, of course. In it's black, grey and red, it was good for the assassin that he was raised as - but he knew, even in that, he wasn't the Robin that the rest of them were. The brighter colored suit, the light that was Batman's side, that was the one he'd use in Gotham, the darker was when he was not with the Dark Knight. It had been drilled into his head that is the way it should be. A small sigh and he continued on, coming across Tim's next.
Tim. In all honesty, Tim was the one that intimidated Damian the most. Only because he could possibly embody everything that a Robin should be. Intelligent, quick-witted. Easy with a quip. He was bright, dilligent, stubborn and strong-willed. Yet he could still smile through it all. While Damian shared similar traits to him, he knows he could never be like his 'Red' counterpart.
His footsteps continued, to Jason's costume. Damian was at least pleased that they had not used the 'battle-ravaged' one, and it was one of Jason's originals and not one he had borrowed when he was so desperate to prove he could be the Robin that his Father needed. Jason was someone he had never made in-roads with and he regretted it at times. But at the same time, he was envious. Jason was given a pass that he himself will never earn. His past misdeeds seemed to be forgiven, swept away in a Father's guilt. Damian realized he could never be quite so guileless. And it's what forced him to stay on Batman's code.
Finally, he stood before Dick's costume. The original. Damian hadn't seen him in... who knows how long at this point. He seemed to be always busy. Never in contact, always on some mission. His abscence hurt and made him feel forgotten. He had come to realize that Dick had been his biggest supporter. That he had introduced him to the Titans to try to temper the cruelness of his upbringing. That he had agreed to him being Robin because he needs to be close to his father. He wasn't sure what was going on. But he knew Dick was doing well. But he still felt left behind.
He shook his head, feeling a pang of sadness in his chest at the loss of the connection with his mentor and climbed the stairs. He turned back and looked at the hall of costumes again. The Robins. The Batgirls. Batman. The others that sat in their containers. He was the youngest of the group. He would probably not be the last. But as he took in the four Robins... he had hoped that a little bit of the best of the three that were before him would stay put just a bit longer while he figured out what Robin he would be.
