I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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Sunday Matinee #66 on June 25th... and bro, it’s gonna be OPEN AIR!
On Sunday 25th of June it’s Sunday Matinee #66!
also known as The First Open-Air edition of the season.
On stage from 4PM and in no particular order:
Grief Scene is a indie trio composed by Berlin’s usuals: the people you’ve already seen in other bands and you’re like: “Holy schnapps! I’ve seen that guy already!” ...and a few minutes later you pleasantly find yourself thinking:
“Nice tune... This guy! When does he find time to do the dishes, or buying groceries? I’ve seen him play drums with that other band and has that other solo experimental-ambient (or industrial?) thingy project, and here’s playing indie guitar music with a surprising vibrato singing! Jeez! I grew moustache for a whole month after seen him play last year at a open-air Sunday Matinee”
…or: “I’ve seen her playing in... in?… Grußedamen! why I can’t bloody remember %&$§?” Or again, “oh! That’s the guy doing paradiddle on instagram! I saved that video willing to practice along, but I still haven’t.”
Check them out and singalong Grief Scene pop tunes as in this super funny video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfsCl92Ho-E&ab_channel=GriefScene
https://www.facebook.com/griefscene/
https://griefscene.bandcamp.com
https://instagram.com/griefscene
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5jrEWAStN1xMQwMHDR1mnl
Nikkoko (aka @JUNG_KNIK on the instagram) is our guest of honour on tour from Switzerland land of DADA and Cabaret Voltaire.
Nikkoko is the solo act of Nik.
Nik-plays-the-sax
And
Blows-all-he’s-got
From-his-lungs
To-his-horn
You’ll get minimal sounds, experiments, loops, glitches, free-jazz, love and anarchy.
https://www.instagram.com/jung_knik/
https://nikokko.bandcamp.com/track/schoona
https://www.nikolajangross.ch/
GZHI
Tatsumi Ryusui is back at the matinee and we cannot wait for it!
Probably the artist who played the most number of editions at our events (slightly ahead of Yury and DuChamp in terms of presences).
Each time under a different “spell” and/or part of different ensembles, Herr Ryusui will join this edition of The Sunday Matinee with GZHI: a fresh new project out of Berlin composed by Tatsumi on electric guitar, Adam Goodwin on electric bass and Itta Nakamura on drums. Adam and Itta too have been seen a bunch playing at the matinee through the years.
GZHI’s music oscillate between noise, industrial and doom, but not exactly.
https://gzhi.bandcamp.com/
Plus:
—>>> DJ Adventurous Juan will play J-pop, Indie, Latin and more.
—>>> Food will be provided by Eat The Reach
**2G rules no longer apply in Berlin, however, we would be very glad if you test yourself before coming, and if you have cold-like symptoms we suggest you having a cup of tea and stay put! thank you**
**The Sunday Matinee is smoke free, children friendly, wheelchair accessible**
**Check out the Matinee double cassette mix tape here. Copies are still available and can be purchased at our events:
https://thesundaymatinee.bandcamp.com/album/the-sunday-matinee-sampler-1
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https://xbsundaymatinee.tumblr.com/
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Dick gets his drink mixed up with another persons in the library while visiting Barbara.
He was drinking some kale smoothie thing, for health and stuff, and he set it down to grab a book from the shelf. There was another guy next to him, who also had a smoothie in the same kind of shake-n-go bottle.
They swapped by accident.
Dick checked out his book, said goodbye to Barbara, and took a sip of his smoothie.
That's the last thing he remembers.
He wakes up two days later pinned down by a practically feral Jason, who's eyes are glowing a sickly Lazarus green, with Bruce, Tim, Cass, and Duke all showing signs of losing a fight. He's sore everywhere, and Damian is nowhere to be seen.
"Uh...." his voice cracks, and he's suddenly aware of how fucking painful his throat is. "Hi? What's going on?"
"...Is it really you, Dickwing? I swear to God if it isn't and this is another-"
"Jay I really don't know what's going on, man."
Jason doesn't believe him. Dick is cuffed with anti-meta cuffs and escorted to the cave, where Bruce demands test after test and Dick tells them the last thing he remembers.
Apparently, after taking that sip, his eyes had turned to Lazarus green, and he had beelined for the mansion. Along the way there, he had run into the Riddler.
He had broken most of the Riddler's bones.
That was when everyone had been called in to subdue Dick, who for some strange reason kept gunning for Damian. Hence, Damian was upstairs and not allowed down until they were sure Dick was okay again.
It's concluded that Dick drank some alternate form of Lazarus Water, lost his mind, proceeded to take everyone out with enhanced strength and speed except Jason, who had entered a Pit episode just to keep up, and worked through it two days after consumption.
But who the fuck transported a material as dangerous as modified Lazarus Water in a fucking shake-n-go bottle?
Danny, however, is a little sad that his ecto-shake was stolen by some rando at the library.
Their kale smoothie was pretty good though.
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