|Damian is son & (heir) wrote in rooms,|
@ 2015-07-11 07:20:00
|Entry tags:||!dc comics, *log, damian wayne, stephanie brown|
Quicklog, Wayne Manor: Stephanie B & Damian W
[Just after this.]
[It was late, and Damian was up, alone and restless in the widemouthed kitchen of Wayne Manor. There was no Alfred—he'd learned that quickly, and with some pleasure, because at least then he didn't have to eat horrible cooking. But, there was displeasure too, as now there was no one else to make anything. He wasn't sure what was worse: enduring Alfred's meals or having to make his own.
Let's not get into how strange the Manor was or how eerie it was being back, like existing in a parallel universe where everything was the same, but the utensil drawer was on the opposite side of the room (...though, in truth, it was a parallel universe, wasn't it?)—Damian was doing his best to not think on it all just then. Drawers and cupboards were open, the flexed wings of a bird canted, behind him—all over the room, as he trawled the space in pajamas borrowed from his father, looking for a frying pan.]