Damian's Thanks
| Damian's Thanks | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 23 November 2017 |
| Location: | Gotham City |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Robin (Wayne) |
After the nightly patrol, before the sun's first glimpses over the horizon appeared. Robin had a number of deliveries to make. The first was a short ride on the Redbird, through the streets of Bludhaven. He eventually made his way into the apartment of Dick Grayson. Leaving a letter addressed to Grayson, sealed with a wax seal bearing the monogram W. http://imgur.com/a/2jpKW
After delivering the letter, Damian had zoomed back to Gotham to deliver the next one, following the route he knew would not cross paths with Batgirl's patrol route. A quick grapple to the fire escape and a slight jimmy of the window before making his ingress, he leaves his second letter, addressed to Barbara, with the same wax seal. http://imgur.com/a/BcLzI
With the sunrise rapidly approaching, Damian made sure to get back to Wayne Manor before his father made it back with the batmobile. This delivery didn't require any stealth, after parking the Redbird and setting it up to charge, Damian had slipped this letter addressed to Father after changing into civilian clothing: http://imgur.com/a/iACrf
One last letter before turning into his room to record the last. This one was left in front of Alfred's room. He respected the man enough not to sneak in, opting to slip it under the closed door. Addressed to Pennyworth and sealed like the others: http://imgur.com/a/c7zcG
Damian pressed record on his WayneTech phone, looking into it, he gave a small sincere smile, holding up Abbadon the kitten in front as well. "I know we don't work so much with each other, but I wanted to let you know, I enjoy the times we do get to work together your combat prowess is great. Abbadon is thankful too for giving him a great home. Thank you, Cassandra. We'll see you at dinner." The camera shuts off before the quick message is sent to Cassandra's personal comm.
Abbadon was grasped close to Damian's chest before he laid down, dimming down the lights and giving the kitten a rub on the head. "Ready for some sleep?" He asks, rhetorically of course, before turning off the lights and automatically shutting the blinds to the window, which was now showing an adequate amount of sunlight. "Happy Thanksgiving." He says to the kitten before shutting his eyes.