mercy meme

[magnitudes]

forced truth meme

1. Post your character(s)
2. People respond to your character with a question

3. Your character must reply, and they must reply honestly
4. ????
5. Have fun. Fun is obligatory. Lack of fun will result in severe repercussions.

Comments

Damian Wayne | DC Comics

[earlybird]

[aboveand]

Why are you such a major twip?

[earlybird]

I was born to rule, not to make friends.

[ This may be an honest meme but he can manage that and continue to be twerpzilla at all times. ]

Why are you so annoying?

[ It's playground insults all the way. ]

[aboveand]

You rule anyone like that and your country's going to have a revolution in no time.

[Bring it.]

Because I've got a little brother a little younger than you, and every time you open your mouth it makes me want to mess with you.

[earlybird]

A revolution which I would crush and absorb into my forces, my reign absolute.

[ A proper conqueror. ]

-Tt-. Don't make the mistake of comparing me to him -- unlike your brother, I'm not a child.

[aboveand]

Whatever you say, King George.

[Terry's proud of himself for remembering which king it was. He has a bad habit of sleeping through history (and all of his other classes).]

No, you only think you aren't a child. Last time I checked you're still what, 11?

[earlybird]

Wrong -- I'd be Alexander the Great.

[ His own name is a reference to one of Alexander's titles; Damianos, to tame, after the story of Alexander taming the great stallion Bucephalus. His name is the only thing his mother gave him that he is still proud of. ]

12. And? No mere child can do what I can.

[aboveand]

Didn't someone kill him?

[A stab in the dark. Didn't most "great" rulers people still talk about get killed?]

No one's saying you aren't talented, twip. Doesn't make you any less 12.

[earlybird]

He died from fever, not assassination.

[ Damian is just a little too smug when he answers. ]

What twelve-year-old has seen what I've seen, done what I've done? I'm a child in age only, but a soldier in everything else.

[ Proud of it, too; he's capable, independent, on equal footing with the adults around him. He doesn't need to be protected, or coddled.

And, when it comes to himself, he doesn't recognize the horror of it: innocence hollowed out by the time he should have been first setting foot in kindergarten. Doesn't understand why his own father finally looked at him on his return to Gotham and saw, with certainty, that he was broken. ]

[aboveand]

[Drat. Worth a shot. Oh well.]

Kids are supposed to be allowed to be kids for a reason. Social skills, for starters.

[earlybird]

I have social skills.

[ He does. Look. He's talking to you just fine. ]

[pummelgranite]

Did you really use a sword before you could walk? Not sure if that is more impressive or impractical.

[earlybird]

Please. No toddler has the strength or balance to wield a sword.

[ He tuts. Ridiculous. ]

It was a throwing knife.

[restingstitchface]

How do you feel about your constant need to prove yourself?

[earlybird]

-Tt.- I don't--

[ Well, an excuse can't be used. Forced honesty meme and all. The boy's distinctly sour about this turn. ]

I don't know. It just is.

[ Just as in-touch with his feelings as Batman. Like father, like son. ]

Are you trying to psychoanalyze me?

[ He sounds scandalized. Get your dirty feelings-talk away from him, Crane. ]

[restingstitchface]

I am trying to provoke certain emotional responses.

[Yes. Yes he is. He just loves to push and poke and break those buttons!]

If you cannot handle it, I suppose I will have to ask the big bat instead of the second string.

[earlybird]

Don't.

[ An impressive snarl for a small Robin. Damian's particularly touchy about Scarecrow setting his sights on Batman instead, however innocuous it may seem. ]

You deal with me.

[restingstitchface]

Not unless you answer the question.

How do you feel about your constant need to prove yourself?

[Honestly though. He'll just deal with Batman ANYWAY. Come at me, bro.]

[earlybird]

Frustrated.

[ Like the word is dragged from him, after he bothers to give any serious thought to the question at all, and he clenches his jaw before any further explanation can escape. ]

There. Answered. Satisfied, Crane?

[restingstitchface]

Yes.

[He speaks with a calm tone - and ticks off his notes.]

It must be hard, living up to your father's example. But perhaps we'll talk about that later on.

[earlybird]

I don't think so, freak.

[ Boy is rude. ]

What kind of game are you playing here?

[ He doesn't believe for a single second that Scarecrow's seriously trying to reform. ]

[restingstitchface]

[Wow. Now he'll get Batman just to spite the little shit.]

A game? Do you believe I'd extend my efforts on a game with a child like you? Research is my life. I am adapting to utelize the opportunity afforded to me. This is a challenge, an intellectual one, fielded by a bully and a coward.

[And because he can't escape the curse of the meme.]

I am not a coward.

[earlybird]

I'd believe it, but then again, I'm no child.

You only think you're not a coward. But men like you are nothing but shifty rats, scrabbling and biting for a piece of greatness. Do you want to be remembered, Crane? Recognized for your work?

[ Two can play this game, whether or not it's acknowledged as one. ]

[heckblazer]

What's in the files yer' dad's got on me, anyways?

[earlybird]

...Enough.

[ An ominous answer, in true Bat tradition, but also one that speaks for itself when it comes to John Constantine. Synonyms include: 'nothing good,' 'too much,' 'Mother would be scandalized,' and 'strangely if horrifyingly impressive.' ]