If you were to step outside right now, you would be able to feel yourself inhaling moisture. It is tremendously humid outside, but at least not unbearably hot.
I have spent much time reading books and resting. Last night's patrol was taxing. Father and I were out for hours thwarting crime in the slimy alleys of the Gotham's worst district: The Narrows.
An old saying is that one comes from the wrong side of the train tracks, which means to be born in a bad section of an area. Gotham doesn't have a conventional train system (we have a subway), but the Narrows would be considered the wrong side of the train tracks. Drugs and cheap liquor are found alongside diseased prostitutes and dead bodies. The only way to truly eliminate crime in the Narrows would be to burn the entire district to the ground.
The wrongdoers Father and I apprehended were just people. They weren't any of the costumed acts, or the hardcore scofflaws, they were just numerous offenders of the law. Every form of luck ran against us last night.
For every crook we captured, two more needed catching. We ran ourselves ragged running all over the Narrows last night.
However, we did go the Blue Street Diner afterwards. Occasionally, Father and I will go there after patrol is over. It's an all-night diner that serves excellent food. Located in Northwest Gotham, it is in a relatively safe area.
I ordered bacon, hashbrowns, and scrambled eggs. Father ordered an omelette and coffee. It was delicious.
I've been in our library for most of the day. It is quiet, with many places to read unseen if desired.
I do wish that I could ride horses today, but I still have to wait another nine days before that restriction is lifted. It rankles with me that I can't ride.
The guest list for the Gala is expanding by the day. Wealthy benefactors from Gotham's financial circle have begun to RSVP. The fact that the Gala is known to be a wild affair does not deter them in the slightest from coming.
The food has been planned out nicely as well. It will be a buffet of many different foods. Fruits, salads, a meat carving station, fish, breads, and an extravagant amount of desserts, all crowned with the finest selection of liquor the world has to offer.
Father continues throwing this Gala because he must be seen as a socialite; rich, famous, and a party hound.
I tolerate this party for our own sake. We do not need to draw any suspicions to us since we are crime fighters. Any unwanted attention could be disastrous.
I have no uncensored thoughts today.
That is all.
Damian Wayne
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The Diary of Damian Wayne
FanfictionThis is less of a story, and more of a first hand account of the life of Damian Wayne. This is his journal, as it is his story. It holds the highs and lows of his thoughts, as well as his daily whereabouts. There is no language or adult content, ju...
