[A very small, self important looking little bat is sitting outside the Ari Apartments on a pile of clothing.]

Tch, you’re all so easily amused. Where I come from extraordinary abilities aren’t something to gawk about. Of course back home these sort of powers came with a certain amount of responsibility, people who used them for personal enjoyment tended to be self indulgent criminals. [Shakes off some of Mokona's flower petals with an indignant squeak] Of course a lot of these powers seems to be completely useless, so I guess what you do with them is of little consequence.

...Why is it always bats? Had it been one of those oversized ninja monsters of my mother’s, well, that would have been tolerable, but this is ridiculous. Other people gain the ability to freeze or burn things, or use superspeed, and I...this is so asinine. Look out, criminals of the underworld, I may carry rabies!

Someone has to open the door to the apartments. And then to my room. This transformation didn’t work the way I expected, and there’s something I need to take care of.

Now, 'please.'

Where is Pennyworth when you actually need him?

[OOC: Yeah, he didn’t think his cunning plan through and transformed outside without realizing his clothes wouldn’t change with him, so he’s stuck as a bat out of modesty.

1% memory regain from the ball used on remembering Alfred. 34% memory regained in total, 2% remaining]

I'm done working in the kitchen. I've had enough of dull, thankless activities. It was completely beneath me, and I have more than enough money saved up to suit any whim I may have. It's summer, I plan to enjoy it.

Tsuna, your cookies were depressingly mediocre. I hope you're not planning to hand another batch like that in to be graded. I suppose since I have so much free time I may deign to give you some advice.

[OOC- Yeah, Damian's quit his job as a kitchen worker. His pay for the last three weeks (which would be about $1050?) has been slipped to Ritsu...who technically earned it in the first place.))

Oh, enough of this crap! If I can't make sense of it after all this time then there obviously isn't an answer. I can't believe someone would waste my time with this gibberish. I thought it would at least be an interesting diversion, but it's just annoying. Next time I get something like this it's going straight into the trash.

[Damian crumples up a letter that is completely indecipherable and tosses it aside. It's actually from his future self (essentially telling Damian to stop being an ass...but selling your soul for more power works out surprisingly well!) but given the nature of the island it's now impossible to understand. It does bare a rather familiar symbol though.]


Well, at least I don't have to work in the kitchen for the next little while. Heh, eager to please people are such fun

Memento Eden again, is it? Wonderful. So much for the devil’s children having the devil’s luck.

[private]

This really couldn’t have happened at a worse possible time, for me or for Gotham. I hope for everyone’s sake back home that this doesn’t become another year long stretch. The city won’t survive without Batman for very long. The pretender, that false Prophet, is dead, but I can’t imagine that will be the end of it.

No-I remember these things seldom lasted longer than a week or two. I hope that’s the case this time. I will return to Gotham soon, otherwise…

The memories flooding back now, they’re almost embarrassing. Fighting Tim Drake on top of that ridiculous robotic dinosaur because I believed it wasn’t possible for two sons to both inherent the legacy of their father...stupid. The anxiety of an ignorant child. If I knew then what I know now…I wouldn’t have wasted so much thought on such trivial things.

I wonder if my old room is still free?

[[OOC- Blood covered, bullet ridden (not that they seem to bother him much), pill popping and cranky Bat!Damian has recovered memories! 3% spent remembering his fight with Tim on top of the always awesome and in no way lame robotic T-Rex in the Batcave and 2% on training with Dick Grayson. 33% of memories regained in total]]

[Written in slightly shaky handwriting.]

A little cold and everyone starts whining. So stupid. It’s not THAT bad, and even if it was, complaining about it doesn’t help.

My roommate disappeared. He wasn’t around much to begin with, but at least now I officially have the room to myself. Again.

…

Hey, Tsuna. I’m coming to stay at your place.

[If Damian’s been a little bitchier than usual lately it’s because he recently remembered this rather embarrassing encounter with Killer Croc and Poison Ivy. 3% memory regain, 28% total, nothing remaining]

[Currently throwing lumps of coal at indiscriminate targets, generally NOT at people, but if you get hit that's your own fault]

Tch. "Smile! Have some coal!" 'Santa' certainly sends mixed messages. Still, I suppose I owe less fickle gift givers my thanks. So yeah, you know who you are...I'm not saying any more than that, and don't you dare say anything about it being so late!

I've been stuck on this stupid Island for over a year now. Unbelievable. And I'm not even remembering anything interesting or important anymore, though even hearing boring old stories would beat staying here any longer. These idiots are always yelling about something.

((OOC-4% stored memory spent recovering Ra's Al Ghul's history as related by his mother. 25% total, 3% remaining.))

Hey, whoever Olette's roommate was, I need to talk to you.

It's been so boring lately. You can tell because everybody's gawking over a brand new floor. Big freaking deal, its happened before.

Bah, maybe I'll start going to school after all. It may be good for a laugh.

And I've regained yet another memory involving monsters attacking me, this time ambushing me in a cemetery. Heh, so many try to kill me and so many fail, why are people such slow learners? It's all that shitty old man's fault, he must have set the whole thing up somehow. That's what I get for listening to a creepy old person. Trying to unnerve me with ghost stories in an attempt to defeat me, how pathetic. Between asking me stupid riddles and constantly changing their forms it made the fight more annoying than anything. The spider woman, the ghouls, that idiot with the centipede on his face, they all kept implying I was already dead and didn't realize it. What a joke. As if I would be so easily killed.

Besides, if I was already dead then what would be the point in trying so hard to kill me?

Those boys wearing the same symbol I'm wearing were interesting though. I wonder if they were rivals? Tch, it doesn't matter, I cut most of them down.

((5% memory regain of his trip to China and fight in the cemetery with the ghostly Robins and the rest of Ra's goon squad. 18% memory regained total, 0% remaining)).

I'm getting pretty tired of people complaining about the food.

No, those little hard chunks in the meals aren't bits of plaster or the missing residents or whatever other 'clever' ideas you've had. It's because it's cooked unevenly and burned. Yes, I burn the food. Constantly. Including soup, somehow. I also mix up ingredients and yesterday I forgot to debone the fish entirely and sent half the portions out still scaly. I can't cook, I admit it. Are you happy now? What do you want from me, I'm a ninja, not a chef! You people make me sick. Bitch, bitch, bitch, you can all go to Hell.

Fuckers