1698/No Seriously. A Hubcap.

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No Seriously. A Hubcap.
Date of Scene: 28 July 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Insight, Robin (Wayne)




Insight has posed:
    It's late and almost Friday in Gotham. The light is still on in Doctor Goodspeed's. He didn't intend to do paperwork for so long. It's obvious given his armor and hood are sitting on the couch.

Georgie leans back in his chair, the leather and metal of the chair squealing in protest. He rubs the bridge of his nose and looks over at the hood. "Looks like we might not make it out to fight the good fight tonight, fella." He gives a rueful smile as he glances at the time. "This weekend might be better anyway," he mumbles to himself. He might say it, but guilt is written on his face over it. He rises and makes his way to the little fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and cracking it open. He takes a sip and then sighs, gazing out the windows at the peaceful garden outside.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had made his way over from the manor to Gotham University. He hasn't seen his friend in a while. He hadn't been on the streets at night either. Today's call was purely because he wanted to see his friend. He looked to the door to Georgie's office, and knocks with authority, he pulled out an envelope, just in case he would have to leave the note under the door.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie nearly jumps out of his skin as the door is knocked on. Damian can likely hear the exclamation of surprise followed by a string of curse words while the good doctor's heart returns to it's proper place. The door opens shortly after, the doctor's dour look becoming a genuine smile. "Damian!" he greets, opening the door and welcoming him in. "Good to see you, dude! Wicked good. Come on in! Can I get you anything?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian's green eyes widened as the door was answered. "Hey, umm...sorry it's been a while." He offers, before entering. "If you have some water I'll go for that." He adds in, holding the note in his hands. "I almost didn't expect to see you here this late." He cursed himself in his mind, it would have been easier for him to leave the note without having to talk about it, but that was out of his control.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie just smiles at the apology. "It's alright, Damian." He winks and says, "I'm not the only guy in your life." He shuts the door and makes his way over to the fridge to grab a water for Damian. He tosses it over to the boy and takes a swig of his own. "I didn't really expect to be here this late," he says, gesturing casually to the costume sitting on the couch. "I'm glad you dropped by though. I sorta... well..." He colors slightly with a blush and finally confesses, "I sorta wanted your expert opinion on something. You're probably the best warrior I know and... well... I ran into a bit of a snag the other day trying to help the cops with a carjacking."

    His eyes flick down to the note and it gets a curious look, but he doesn't comment on it just yet.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The boy takes a seat after catching the bottle of water, taking a sip. "Okay...what do you want to know?" He asks, looking over to his side. He was a very skilled assassin, but not that it was something that he had made known. Damian's eyes go back to the Doctor, looking to the note and almost immediately Damian puts the note on his desk, ripping off the bandaid, so to speak. "You first."

Insight has posed:
    Georgie thinks for a moment as he looks at the note on the desk. He tears his eyes from it and chews his lower lip before saying, "You said before that you've been training all of your life in combat and whatnot. Like, I do mixed martial arts, but.." he gestures towards the window, "out there, it isn't exactly a ring, yaknow? So I was helpin' break up that truckjacking thing and the bastages had freaking assault rifles." He gives a rather disgusted look. "Freaking machine guns, yaknow?" He gestures to his armor and says with a sour look, "I have armor, but not up to those specs and I don't have any real training in any ranged options. So I'm running into a gun fight with my fists." He sighs and purses his lips. "So, strategically speaking, if you have some time and inclination, I was wondering if you might... give me a hand coming up with some options?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looks a bit proud when Georgie mentions his own training. In his thoughts, he flashes back to all of the ranged weapons he has worked with, assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles, crossbows, compound bows, recurve bows, shuriken and other throwing daggers. "I'll be honest, if you aren't looking to end someone's life, my experience may not be the best. But I can try." The first time Damian had really mentioned what kind of training he had had before he came to Gotham. The teen looks down to his shoes, almost afraid to lose a friend over it all.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie's heart breaks a little when he feels Damian's hesitation and near fear. He reaches out and gives Damian's shoulder a squeeze if given half the chance. "I feel ya, dude. Weapons aren't usually meant to take prisoners." He pauses a moment, considering how much of a chance to take. Finally, he decides to open up just a little about what exactly he does. "You know, dude, I'm a licensed therapist. I actually have a specialty working with young people. I've dealt with stuff that'd make you weep for humanity. It brings me to tears regularly at any rate."

    Georgie withdraws some, giving Damian some space. "I know what I see in you, buddy. I won't talk about it until you want to. If you want to. But I want you to know that there really isn't much you could tell me that would make me think less of you." He flashes an earnest, if tinged with worry, smile. "You're my friend, D. Like, for reals."

    He draws a breath and moves away from the more touchy feely subject, not expecting much in the way of response from Damian. So it's back to weapons. "Well, as for options, against those dudes with the assault rifles, I ended up stealing a couple hubcaps off a Buick. Used one like an impromptu discus and caught one of them in the face. Don't expect he'll speak right again cause I managed to hit him right in the mouth." He rolls a shoulder in a shrug. "I wish I took a degree in engineering instead of mathematics. I could do... like dart gauntlets or something. I'm really good with geometry and stuff, so I thought maybe marbles or a shot put or something, but that's... well... sort of dumb." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, a little frustrated thinking about it.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian at first jumped slightly, his knee jerk reaction would have been to evade being touched and demand to be unhanded. Though this was not the reaction he wanted to give, he lets his friend console him. The teen makes a mental note of the more professional portion of Georgie's discussion. With all the drama that he has experienced lately, he sure has done his fair share of venting. "Are you looking for projectiles or throwing weapons?" He offers, getting down to business.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie gives the question some thought and asks, "Well, I know Batman and Robin seem to like thrown weapons. I guess depending on what you have access too, it would be more versatile. I hear the Green Arrow likes the arrows, but I think that without some major training or some weird metapower, which I don't have, I'd just end up killing people." He sighs, "So... thrown? Does that sound right?" He rises and paces a few times before going to his desk and grabbing a notebook. There are a few sketches that look like fakir horns or little buckler sized shields that, according the sketches, attach to the forearms of his armor. He shows them to Damian, saying, "The hubcaps sort of gave me this idea. The drawback would be that there are only two of them, but the pluses are that they'd be pretty cheap and easy to create." He gestures around with a blush. "This isn't exactly Stark Industries, Lexcorp, or Wayne Enterprises, yaknow? Fightin' crime on a budget." He snickers.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "There's a reason why shuriken and small throwing weapons work. If you get good at throwing them you can so many things. Pin someone's clothing to a wall, trip them up to keep them from evading." He studies the picture, grabbing a pencil from the desk. "If you modify this design, you could keep the shield portion. but arrange a small crossbow underneath that would give you what you are looking for. The utility of a detachable blunt object, with the precision of a projectile. Either way you will have to spend time making sure your accuracy is on par. If you miss with either weapon it can cause more damage than you are looking to deal." For what was probably the longest time he had spent talking at once with Georgie, Damian had made a crude drawing of how such a weapon would work.

Insight has posed:
Georgie Goodspeed watches as Damian sketches, sitting next to him. He's probably a little closer than Damian would like, but you sort of have to be to look over someone's shoulder, so to speak. "I like that," he says. "The little shieldy things would protect the dart mechanisms too." He chews his lower lip as he watches it come together. "Do you think a crossbow is better than say... an airsoft mechanism or something like that?" He glances up at Damian, face showing genuine curiosity. "I've never actually used... hell, I've never actually seen an actual crossbow. Probably simpler to repair and maintain though, huh?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian nods wholeheartedly. "A crossbow would be more difficult to make, than using airsoft parts. But overall you would have less maintenance and you would be able to reuse your bolts." He draws a simple crossbow mechanism. "A machine shop would be able to make most of your parts, split them up between shops, and use parts from shelf ready crossbows when you can. " The tension on the bow can be customized." He offers, then showing another mechanism. "You have this attached in a gauntlet, and use a pull trigger, you could send a bolt flying at the flick of your wrist." Damian had a knack for mechanics, and how machines worked.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie chews his lower lip, nodding as he takes in the wisdom that Damian has to offer. "No school like the old school," he murmurs half to himself. He smiles at Damian then, bright and thankful. "That's awesome, dude. One of the mechanical engineering TA's asked me for my number a couple weeks ago. I bet if I play my cards right, I can get the key to the shop and use it after hours to work on this." He looks for all the world like Damian might get a hug, Georgie's holding back though, nearly trembling as he tries to deny his hippy leanings. He settles for an earnest smile as he says, "Seriously, you probably saved me life. Thank you, Damian. I owe you one."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looked at Georgie, unsure what the man was thinking. "I hope you can use it well." His family never really did much hugging so he isn't sure what the body language would look like. He suddenly looks to the note. "Umm, that's for you. I...like to draw and I had remembered how you were dressed at the fight." He holds his shoulder, attempting to shy away from eye contact.

Insight has posed:
    After a deep breath, the doctor contains his affectionate instinct. He can feel the uncertainty, so explains without really thinking, "I'm trying really hard not to hug you and respect your space." He blushes faintly and laughs as he says, "Which is a struggle when you grow up hippy." He stands to forestall any more such urges, moving to the desk and picking up the envelope. He seems surprised as he glances over at Damian after hearing the explanation as to what it is. His face lights up, his eyes shining with warmth. "Oh my god," he says. He smiles brightly. "You brought me a present? That's... wow, D." Damian can almost see Georgie's opinion transforming into something different and perhaps more uncomfortable.

    Georgie starts to open it, but then stops, a look of indecision crossing his features. "Did you want me to open it with you here?" He thinks a moment and warns, "I have to warn you that I'll probably like it because you don't strike me as the sort that would ever offer to share anything that you aren't amazing at. And then I really will hug you. So, if you want, I can open it after go and save you from such abuse." He winks and laughs, joking, "And you won't have to kick my butt."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "You can open it, its fine." He offers, and Georgie was right, the sketch was of The Doctor, dressed to the nines and wearing the domino mask he wore at the fight, mid stride. The drawing wasn't photo-quality, but the thought of each stroke could be seen. Damian looked up at Georgie, a slight smile on his face.

Insight has posed:
    Georgie opens the envelope carefully and withdraws the picture. He spreads it out and gazes at it for a long moment. A blush creeps along his cheeks and he reaches out to feel along the edges of the paper. "I was right. It's gorgeous, Damian." He flicks his attention to the boy and his smile almost splits his face. He's a man of his word, moving over to draw Damian up into a tight hug. It's the sort that includes most of the body, not a bro-hug or anything like that. It is the sort of hug that exposes a person in one of the most exquisite expressions of trust and affection. There are a hundred ways Damian could kill the doctor should he so desire.

    As he releases the hug, Georgie takes a moment to brush a few stray hairs back into place. "You're a fine man, Damian. Thank you." He glances at the walls and smiles as he spots a place above his desk. "I'm going to take down the diplomas and put this up instead," he says half to himself. "Finally something important to put up." He grins and turns back to Damian. "Okay, dude. I think I'm ready to head on home. Can I give you a lift anywhere?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The empath would feel a surge of not quite panic, not quite rage. Just awkwardness, from the boy. Before he calms down and closes his eyes, allowing himself to feel this experience. After he handed it over, it's Georgie's, not having a say in where the counselor should put it. Damian gives a nod. "I need to go back as well." He offers, though he would, as always politely refuse a lift anywhere. That was one thing he couldn't do. "I can make it back, thank you though." He offers, before walking with Dr. Goodspeed to the entrance to the building, bidding him good night and making his way back to stately Wayne Manor.