gamehead | night post; graveyard

With night's fall, the television broadcasting everything happening in town turns off; even the ghosts will have to be kept in suspense over who will be joining them come morning. A list appears on the table in front of the TV with a ballpoint pen lying next to it.

Ghosts, what will you unlock?
The jail - unlocked
The school
The church - unlocked
The gallery - unlocked
The supply shop - unlocked
??????? (audio) - unlocked
??????? (video) - unlocked
??????? (scrap) - Abigail's diary (unlocked)
??????? (scrap) - Abigail's diary (unlocked)
??????? (scrap) - unlocked
??????? (scrap) - unlocked
??????? (scrap)

You will have until 6:00 AM to make your choice, before the list disappears and the television flickers back on.

((OOC: This post will work a little different from other night posts! You do not have to show up every night in order to perform your role, and there will be no punishment for not doing so; however, we highly encourage you to do so as it will make the game more fun! You can also tag whenever you want instead of waiting for night to start; we'll put up a new 'night' comment at each day start.))

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[Damian gets the message. And he wants to ignore the message. But this is the man he's tried to get to know for so long, and he's started to suspect his father might be worthy of being Damian's father despite being a hunter. Aftera minute, he trails along behind.]

[Part of him is pleased when Damian comes over, though his face doesn't show it. He's too focused on what's to come. Once Damian is close and everyone is out of earshot, he turns his head to his son.]

In a few minutes I'll be giving up one of my memories in order to unlock one of the clues. I want to tell you that memory before I surrender it. It isn't one you're aware of, but it's important.

[Damian steels himself. As much as he's alarmed by the thought of his father giving up memories, he's also pleased that his father wants to confide those memories to him.

He opens his mouth to argue about his father giving up anything, but them quiets. He'll argue after he finds out what the memory is.

Without looking at his father, he nods.]

[...Alright then.]

Years ago, Tim was out on the streets solo for the evening. I don't know how, but he ran into a trap set by the Joker and was kidnapped. His location alluded me for weeks...until Joker left an invitation if the form of a straight jacket. I quickly figured out that he was being held hostage in the ruins of Arkham Asylum, which was shut down due to the decrepit structure and crumbling stone. Batgirl and I went to rescue him...but, the real horror was not known to us yet.

[ Damian has to work harder than he wants to admit to hide his grin at the thought of Drake being in trouble. That's what happens to fake Robins, after all.

It falters as his father continues, however. Sure, Damian has tried to kill Drake before. But that was months ago. Even though he might not miss Drake, but Grayson certainly would. ]

The Joker killed him?

[ Which would make two Robins the Joker had killed. It was times like these that made Damian hate the no-killing policy all over again. ]

No.

[Though at the time, he wished Joker had. It would have been a kindness compared to what he actually did.]

We found him at the Asylum, along with Joker and Harley Quinn. That's when I found out what Joker actually did.

[His hands tense around his cane, the memory still fresh as it was all those years ago. Heavy and harsh.]

Joker tortured him. He used the old equipment at Arkham Asylum to do it, along with some chemical agents. The lunatic even taped it all and showed me. Tim...he broke. For weeks he was subjected to this torture. He told everything to Joker, my identity, his identity, and so on, in an attempt to save himself, but it didn't help him. Joker practically turned Tim into a clone of himself. Tim couldn't even talk when I saw him again...he could only laugh brokenly and even attacked Batgirl in his delirium.

In the end, Joker attempted to use him to kill me knowing I wouldn't dare fight Tim in his state.

......But, in the end, Tim was able to find a moment of clarity. Your guess was only half right - Joker didn't kill Tim. Tim killed the Joker. Shot him right in the chest. Died almost instantly.

[ Damian can't say he's surprised. Not at Tim being captured, not at his being tortured, not even at the Joker getting shot and dying. Certainly not at the Joker using Tim to fight Batman.

But there is one thing that definitely gets him. ]

Tim told who you were?

[ Yes, because this is the most important thing. Damian wouldn't have told. ]

Yes. Not that it mattered. Even Harley Quinn was never found after that night - she fell into a large hole and never came out. Tim was rehabilitated a year later after extensive therapy...and quit being Robin afterward. I don't blame him for it.

[ Damian is quiet for several seconds. ]

Where was I when it happened? What happened to me?

[Oh.]

I can't tell you. You're not on the same line of time as I am. Even telling you this much can be risky. No one should know a great deal about their future.

But I'm still there, right? I haven't... failed you or anything?

[His eyes turn to Damian.]

You've never failed me.

[If anything, he's the one who failed Damian.]

[ He gives a slow nod. Part of him, though, is genuinely pleased that his father thinks that. ]

And you really want to give up that memory? Poland still has some limbs left...

[ And yes, Damian knows that they can each only give up one thing, but Poland. ]

[He smirks a little.]

I do. ...The matter is settled now. There's no need to keep it anymore. Even I have some things I wouldn't mind forgetting.

[Not everything, but some things. This is just one of them, now that the issue is resolved back in Gotham. He can be without it.]

[ Damian nods. ]

Very well, Father.

[ He hesitates. He isn't accustomed to discussing his feelings, but he feels that if his father has taken this much effort, perhaps he ought to make an effort as well. When he speaks, his words aren't entirely confident. ]

I'm honored you decided to share this memory with me, Father.

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