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kat8chaDamian is skulking in the background, a dark shape and domino mask shadowed by Gotham's classy architecture. Steph and Tim are standing on the edge of the Building, Steph in her Batgirl uniform and Tim in his Red Robin one. They're both staring down at the Gotham Public Library's entrance where 'The Librarian' and his thugs are being lead away in cuffs. He's calling out curses at the police in…
Was that pig latin?
" Okay, I get that we had to stop those guys from robbing the public library," Steph motions downwards, then flips her hair over one shoulder, "but why we had to take junior with us in the first place?"
The cowl covering Tim's face is really hard to read sometimes. At least with the domino mask Stephanie could see eyebrow quirks, narrowed eyes, etc. Now almost as bad as trying to read Bruce.
"Dick thinks we need to 'bond more'." Tim does the air quotes himself. "…and I had no idea you'd be there or 'The Librarian' would try to rob the place."
Also, 'The Librarian' was a freaking weak name. Steph still wasn't sure why he had decided on it or what his motivation for robbing a public library was. Seriously, it's not like Gotham's main library even had that great a selection. They were ten years out of date on some things.
"…so what, 'Tim and Damian Wayne' were actually… hanging out?" The smile gives her away, but at least she manages not to laugh in Tim's face. She can barely stand the little shortstop, but she knows Tim likes him even less. God, if Dick forced HER to take Damian to the library… "And don't you guys have enough money to buy Amazon.com?"
"We already have stock shares." Tim shrugs and glances at the cloud of anger and disgust forming over Damian's head. Robin has turned away and is now definitely sulking instead of skulking. "…I'm pretty sure he was meeting someone there, but The Librarian interrupted and he's not telling me who."
Steph thinks about the really built redhead in Hulk-like torn pants she saw toss a guy into a bookshelf on the second floor before she shrugs and smiles. "Not a clue."
Damian, like the creepy Omen brat he truly was, appeared behind them. Not that either Tim or Stephanie was surprised. "If the two of you are done flirting," Which was so unfair as they hadn't been, "I would like to get going."
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He doesn't like Drake.
He doesn't. He's… he's pathetic. He's a waste of space. He's useless. He's… he's normal and not even normal in the same way that his father or Grayson is. He's disgustingly normal.
Anyway, Damian doesn't like Drake. He doesn't, and nothing will convince him otherwise. He might have grown to, grudgingly, admit that he, possibly, might have accepted Grayson as Batman and grown to consider him as a half-decent partner.
Not that Damian needs a partner. Not for fighting crime or anything else.
And he certainly doesn't need Drake as a partner. Someone who might trust Damian to watch his back but also doesn't trust Damian as far as he can throw him… which is a bad analogy, because Drake can actually toss Damian a fair pace.
It's stupid the way he feels about Drake. He doesn't like him, he doesn't, and he has never felt this way before (which might have something to do with being raised by the League of Assassins and missing out on all that grade school pig-tail pulling) and he has no way to… control it.
He can control himself, his body at least, so it's not hard to ignore the way Drake looks when he walks around half out of his Red Robin costume (which is a RIDICULOUS costume Drake should lose the cowl) but he cannot quite control the thoughts that run through his ear when he hears Drake's voice in his ear during a stake-out or when they're stalking evil-doers. Or the way Drake has shouted his name, once, when he thought Damian was injured. (Damian wasn't.)
And for some reason he can't stop THINKING about Drake. Even if he's just thinking about how much he hates the former Robin.
Or how much he doesn't hate him. But he doesn't like Drake. He doesn't.
(And Grayson can take all those jokes about a first crush and… and… place them somewhere unpleasant.)
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Ever since that incident with his grandfather, and what a crock that had been, Drake's Teen Titans 'friends' had taken to stopping by Gotham now and then. Damian could now understand his father's rule on not allowing metahumans in his city. They were a nuisance, they made a mess, they were loud and they were…
They were annoying, alright?
"So." And the loudest, most annoying, messiest one of them was flying next to him as Damian swung through the air. Damian roughly jerked on the line cord and maneuvered himself onto the ledge of a nearby building. The hulking monstrosity followed him.
"Want to talk about it?" Superboy, 'Kon' as his friends called him, asked, fists pressed to his waist in a mockery of Superman's usual pose.
Damian wondered if Superboy even knew he did it. Damian himself was sup- ultra aware of when he acted as his father did, in fact he did his best to emulate Bruce Wayne's mannerisms. He also attempted to hide those that he picked up from his mother.
"There is nothing to talk about." The bandage on his cheek was fresh, and Damian wondered if there was visible bruising. Possibly, Drake had hit him hard. "Least of all to you."
He hopped off the ledge and stalked across the rooftop to the other side of the building. Superboy dropped onto the roof and followed him on foot, his large feet clunking across the stone in contrast to Damian's undetectable footfalls. It was irritating. It was lucky that Superboy's outfit was simple otherwise he would no doubt jangle.
He even BREATHED loudly.
"Look, I realize it's Red Robin that got your hackles up-" Damian jumped off the side of the building before he had checked if his line was steady. Thankfully it was, the last thing he wished was to fall and be caught by that clone.
However, Superboy did not desist. In fact he continued to follow Damian as he flew over Gotham's busy roadways. "But trust me, he was probably just doing what he thought was best. He's kind of an ass, I know, and he likes to go behind your back-"
Damian landed on yet another building and he waited for Superboy to join him before he threw that punch.
The half-Kyrptonian let him connect and it hurt but Damian still threw the other fist as well. "Do not tell me that he means well, alien." Punch, kick, flying kick, PUNCH, head butt… the last left Damian standing a little uneasily, the world spinning around him. "Do not tell me he means well, he does not trust me. He considers me…" Damian scowled, "An apostate."
"…" Superboy cleared his throat and looked awkwardly around. "First off, nice use of a vocabulary word. Second, uh, care to dictionary that for me?"
"…" Damian glared, than collapsed onto the rooftop, his legs folded up under him. He knew that they could speak here without fear of being overheard… not by anyone who would put the information to use at least. If that Oracle was listening in then… then Damian would just have to threaten her not to release the information to Grayson.
Not that he was going to reveal anything new. And not that he felt the need to talk.
"A traitor, simpleton. He believes I am disloyal to the cause." Damian swallowed, then turned to look at Superboy who had sat down next to him. "He has files on his computer on how to take me down."
"…" Superboy's face flickered from 'listening' to 'confused' to 'surprised' and then to 'oh'. "Oh."
Damian growled.
"Oh." A smile grew slightly. "Awww, Don't be like that little chum!" A heavy hand fell on Damian's shoulder, keeping him from punching the clone AGAIN. "Look, if T-Red Robin has files on you just means he cares!"
Damian stared, unimpressed. Superboy raised his hands in self-defense, as if Damian's glare could do the same things his could.
"I'm just saying. Rob's mind works in mysterious ways."
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It's come to Kon's attentions that Bat's have a tendency to need people. Not that they'd admit it, part of the point of being battish was hiding your needs. Or at least that was how Kon saw it.
Batman needed a Robin, or at least that's what Tim had said, but it was becoming clear to Kon that Bats needed Supers. Like, Batgirl had been pretty close with Supergirl, and then Kon'd felt like he and Cass were pretty close, and then Kara was pretty chummy with the new Batgirl…
And Superman had always been at Batman's side whenever he needed him, or at Batman's back if he needed, well, back up.
So. Kon wouldn't say 'I'll be the Superman to your Batman' to Tim, because he knew how much Tim never, ever, ever wanted to be Batman. And he couldn't just say 'I'll be your Superman' because Tim would think he was quoting a song or something, but the thought was there. You know. Unspoken.
...but some things were meant to be said aloud.
"Hey, superhero in the gimp suit!" Kon snagged Tim under his arms and pulled him up in the air. "Would you think I was being schmoopy if I said I'd be the Super Boy to your Boy Wonder?"
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Guy simply stares at the plate in front of them. Kyle was the one who was adventurous enough to go up and poke it. Either the alien delegation didn't notice, or everyone at the party was politely ignoring the two Green Lanterns staring hickishly at the buffet table.
"Is this alien food," Guy hissed, sneaking over to Kyle and staring over his shoulder at the wiggling, green, lit up, phallic… thing surrounded by plates (well, the alien equivalent of plates) of similar wiggling but not phallic things. Though some of those things looked a lot like tentacles, and others a lot like unmentionable parts of the female body.
"Or a sex toy?" Kyle surreptitiously imagined up a tiny floating hand which reached out and poked the quivering green… dildo thing. It quivered. It jiggled. It looked suspiciously like Jell-O in Dildo form. "I have no idea."
Guy waited a beat before glancing around at the party. It might have been a 'thank you for saving our world from inevitable destruction' party, but most of the aliens attentions were on Hal Jordan instead of Guy and Kyle. "You know." A glowing green hand wrapped around the Jell-do and stroked it before yanking it off the table. "There's really only ONE way to find out."
Was that pig latin?
" Okay, I get that we had to stop those guys from robbing the public library," Steph motions downwards, then flips her hair over one shoulder, "but why we had to take junior with us in the first place?"
The cowl covering Tim's face is really hard to read sometimes. At least with the domino mask Stephanie could see eyebrow quirks, narrowed eyes, etc. Now almost as bad as trying to read Bruce.
"Dick thinks we need to 'bond more'." Tim does the air quotes himself. "…and I had no idea you'd be there or 'The Librarian' would try to rob the place."
Also, 'The Librarian' was a freaking weak name. Steph still wasn't sure why he had decided on it or what his motivation for robbing a public library was. Seriously, it's not like Gotham's main library even had that great a selection. They were ten years out of date on some things.
"…so what, 'Tim and Damian Wayne' were actually… hanging out?" The smile gives her away, but at least she manages not to laugh in Tim's face. She can barely stand the little shortstop, but she knows Tim likes him even less. God, if Dick forced HER to take Damian to the library… "And don't you guys have enough money to buy Amazon.com?"
"We already have stock shares." Tim shrugs and glances at the cloud of anger and disgust forming over Damian's head. Robin has turned away and is now definitely sulking instead of skulking. "…I'm pretty sure he was meeting someone there, but The Librarian interrupted and he's not telling me who."
Steph thinks about the really built redhead in Hulk-like torn pants she saw toss a guy into a bookshelf on the second floor before she shrugs and smiles. "Not a clue."
Damian, like the creepy Omen brat he truly was, appeared behind them. Not that either Tim or Stephanie was surprised. "If the two of you are done flirting," Which was so unfair as they hadn't been, "I would like to get going."
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He doesn't like Drake.
He doesn't. He's… he's pathetic. He's a waste of space. He's useless. He's… he's normal and not even normal in the same way that his father or Grayson is. He's disgustingly normal.
Anyway, Damian doesn't like Drake. He doesn't, and nothing will convince him otherwise. He might have grown to, grudgingly, admit that he, possibly, might have accepted Grayson as Batman and grown to consider him as a half-decent partner.
Not that Damian needs a partner. Not for fighting crime or anything else.
And he certainly doesn't need Drake as a partner. Someone who might trust Damian to watch his back but also doesn't trust Damian as far as he can throw him… which is a bad analogy, because Drake can actually toss Damian a fair pace.
It's stupid the way he feels about Drake. He doesn't like him, he doesn't, and he has never felt this way before (which might have something to do with being raised by the League of Assassins and missing out on all that grade school pig-tail pulling) and he has no way to… control it.
He can control himself, his body at least, so it's not hard to ignore the way Drake looks when he walks around half out of his Red Robin costume (which is a RIDICULOUS costume Drake should lose the cowl) but he cannot quite control the thoughts that run through his ear when he hears Drake's voice in his ear during a stake-out or when they're stalking evil-doers. Or the way Drake has shouted his name, once, when he thought Damian was injured. (Damian wasn't.)
And for some reason he can't stop THINKING about Drake. Even if he's just thinking about how much he hates the former Robin.
Or how much he doesn't hate him. But he doesn't like Drake. He doesn't.
(And Grayson can take all those jokes about a first crush and… and… place them somewhere unpleasant.)
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Ever since that incident with his grandfather, and what a crock that had been, Drake's Teen Titans 'friends' had taken to stopping by Gotham now and then. Damian could now understand his father's rule on not allowing metahumans in his city. They were a nuisance, they made a mess, they were loud and they were…
They were annoying, alright?
"So." And the loudest, most annoying, messiest one of them was flying next to him as Damian swung through the air. Damian roughly jerked on the line cord and maneuvered himself onto the ledge of a nearby building. The hulking monstrosity followed him.
"Want to talk about it?" Superboy, 'Kon' as his friends called him, asked, fists pressed to his waist in a mockery of Superman's usual pose.
Damian wondered if Superboy even knew he did it. Damian himself was sup- ultra aware of when he acted as his father did, in fact he did his best to emulate Bruce Wayne's mannerisms. He also attempted to hide those that he picked up from his mother.
"There is nothing to talk about." The bandage on his cheek was fresh, and Damian wondered if there was visible bruising. Possibly, Drake had hit him hard. "Least of all to you."
He hopped off the ledge and stalked across the rooftop to the other side of the building. Superboy dropped onto the roof and followed him on foot, his large feet clunking across the stone in contrast to Damian's undetectable footfalls. It was irritating. It was lucky that Superboy's outfit was simple otherwise he would no doubt jangle.
He even BREATHED loudly.
"Look, I realize it's Red Robin that got your hackles up-" Damian jumped off the side of the building before he had checked if his line was steady. Thankfully it was, the last thing he wished was to fall and be caught by that clone.
However, Superboy did not desist. In fact he continued to follow Damian as he flew over Gotham's busy roadways. "But trust me, he was probably just doing what he thought was best. He's kind of an ass, I know, and he likes to go behind your back-"
Damian landed on yet another building and he waited for Superboy to join him before he threw that punch.
The half-Kyrptonian let him connect and it hurt but Damian still threw the other fist as well. "Do not tell me that he means well, alien." Punch, kick, flying kick, PUNCH, head butt… the last left Damian standing a little uneasily, the world spinning around him. "Do not tell me he means well, he does not trust me. He considers me…" Damian scowled, "An apostate."
"…" Superboy cleared his throat and looked awkwardly around. "First off, nice use of a vocabulary word. Second, uh, care to dictionary that for me?"
"…" Damian glared, than collapsed onto the rooftop, his legs folded up under him. He knew that they could speak here without fear of being overheard… not by anyone who would put the information to use at least. If that Oracle was listening in then… then Damian would just have to threaten her not to release the information to Grayson.
Not that he was going to reveal anything new. And not that he felt the need to talk.
"A traitor, simpleton. He believes I am disloyal to the cause." Damian swallowed, then turned to look at Superboy who had sat down next to him. "He has files on his computer on how to take me down."
"…" Superboy's face flickered from 'listening' to 'confused' to 'surprised' and then to 'oh'. "Oh."
Damian growled.
"Oh." A smile grew slightly. "Awww, Don't be like that little chum!" A heavy hand fell on Damian's shoulder, keeping him from punching the clone AGAIN. "Look, if T-Red Robin has files on you just means he cares!"
Damian stared, unimpressed. Superboy raised his hands in self-defense, as if Damian's glare could do the same things his could.
"I'm just saying. Rob's mind works in mysterious ways."
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It's come to Kon's attentions that Bat's have a tendency to need people. Not that they'd admit it, part of the point of being battish was hiding your needs. Or at least that was how Kon saw it.
Batman needed a Robin, or at least that's what Tim had said, but it was becoming clear to Kon that Bats needed Supers. Like, Batgirl had been pretty close with Supergirl, and then Kon'd felt like he and Cass were pretty close, and then Kara was pretty chummy with the new Batgirl…
And Superman had always been at Batman's side whenever he needed him, or at Batman's back if he needed, well, back up.
So. Kon wouldn't say 'I'll be the Superman to your Batman' to Tim, because he knew how much Tim never, ever, ever wanted to be Batman. And he couldn't just say 'I'll be your Superman' because Tim would think he was quoting a song or something, but the thought was there. You know. Unspoken.
...but some things were meant to be said aloud.
"Hey, superhero in the gimp suit!" Kon snagged Tim under his arms and pulled him up in the air. "Would you think I was being schmoopy if I said I'd be the Super Boy to your Boy Wonder?"
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Guy simply stares at the plate in front of them. Kyle was the one who was adventurous enough to go up and poke it. Either the alien delegation didn't notice, or everyone at the party was politely ignoring the two Green Lanterns staring hickishly at the buffet table.
"Is this alien food," Guy hissed, sneaking over to Kyle and staring over his shoulder at the wiggling, green, lit up, phallic… thing surrounded by plates (well, the alien equivalent of plates) of similar wiggling but not phallic things. Though some of those things looked a lot like tentacles, and others a lot like unmentionable parts of the female body.
"Or a sex toy?" Kyle surreptitiously imagined up a tiny floating hand which reached out and poked the quivering green… dildo thing. It quivered. It jiggled. It looked suspiciously like Jell-O in Dildo form. "I have no idea."
Guy waited a beat before glancing around at the party. It might have been a 'thank you for saving our world from inevitable destruction' party, but most of the aliens attentions were on Hal Jordan instead of Guy and Kyle. "You know." A glowing green hand wrapped around the Jell-do and stroked it before yanking it off the table. "There's really only ONE way to find out."
