2917/Post-Shivonic Plague

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Post-Shivonic Plague
Date of Scene: 20 October 2017
Location: Gotham City
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Robin (Wayne), Batman
Tinyplot: Shivonic Plague


Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin had been watching from a distance, not that he was unwilling to join in, there was not much need for him to be there. Once Batman had grappled away, Robin soon followed. He landed at the rooftop RV location, discussed prior of course. A sharp click of his tongue before he speaks. "I didn't tell you because it was not my business." That was the truth, between brothers, there were certain things that didn't need to be disclosed to the parental figure.

  "She doesn't realize who I am, that could be used as an advantage." Damian adds, to anyone who could be watching, he was not speaking to anything. But he knew who his father is, and just how easily grey and black hides in the shadows.

Batman has posed:
    The Batman landed with barely a sound, walking across the rooftop steadily even as Robin fell into step nearby. The young man's words are greeted with silence, at least for now as the elder vigilante places a hand to his ear, a gesture that Damian can tell is for when he's sub-vocalizing something into the network that they share. Not given to the open channel between the other vigilantes, lest he would hear it, instead he'll hear that tall man's side of the conversation.
    "Heightened observation is needed for the Basin. Mark the known informants of the Yingtze Tong, bring up the last known locations for their officers." And as he speaks the data will be provided but it's once this steady stream of information meets his gaze, it's only as he considers it that he turns his attention, albeit partially, back upon Damian.
    "It's too late to explain. What's done is done." Not exactly absolution, nor admonishment, but far from approval.
    His footsteps are heavy as he tilts his head to the side, jaw tensing as he scowls. "For now I want the team to give her wide berth. She's my responsibility now." And with that he breaks into a run and then /leaps/ off the side of the building, hurtling down into the abyss between the buildings and then arresting his fall with a grapple line that converts that fall into a smooth swing, clearly expecting at this point for Robin to stay close.
    A flip through the air, and then he's running across a rooftop, sliding under some pipeworks as his cape billows, then planting a hand heavily on the ledge of a higher roof and vaulting upwards.
    Over the shared comm channel he'll hear, "Will work the informants, get a better picture. After that I'll want you to stick with Nightwing. If he makes a move before I'm ready I need to hear about it. Do you understand, Robin?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "I know." Another click of his tongue after Batman leaps off the building. Robin dives behind, performing nearly the same maneuver that Batman did, if not just a touch later. Robin has to perform a bit more acrobatics to get to the higher rooftop, but he adapts quickly. "I don't suppose you want me to give myself away to him then." He retorts, only to stare down at the street. "Surveilance only?" He asks, not knowing if he needed to resort to other methods of slowing Grayson's egress.

Batman has posed:
    "Your discretion," The tall man says as he stalks across this last rooftop, their arrival further into China Town as silent as their earlier departure. He reattaches the grapple line to his belt and kneels at the edge of the building. One hand lifts towards Robin as if staying him even as he tells him, "His patrol usually starts in thirty four minutes, though he'll be delayed." As to how he knows that, it's anyone's guess. But he does not elaborate on his methods.
    "Should give you time to get in position and make contact if you need to." That said he rests his forearms on his knees and becomes still, his attention on the mass of people who seem to be lazing around front of a Chinese Grocery, laughing and talking even as various modified sports cars slowly creep along the street far below, a gathering point for the young toughs of the Tong.
    The young vigilante has seen that body language before, the man is settling in for a long stake out, able to hold that posture for hours with barely any movement. In the past he's done that in complete silence, leaving Damian to do the same. But after a moment the cowl turns slightly to the side and then he'll hear his voice in that low rumble. "We have five minutes." Before what he doesn't say. Before Damian has to head off, before his target is expected.
    But then he may surprise the young man by inquiring. "How are you finding your place in Gotham?"
    As simple as that. Asking about the teenager who has come to live with him more in that moment than he may have since they first met. Perhaps that break in behaviour inspired by words shared with a particular butler. Or perhaps it comes forth spontaneously.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian's stakeout pose is a little more relaxed, but still on guard. He crouches down, hands to his side and palms down. He was ready to jump at any time, but he's spent hours waiting for a mark to appear on the crosshairs for the perfect shot.

  The question causes Damian to blink, almost in disbelief. He takes a moment before responding. "I'm fine. Despite working with the Titans." He would never say it, but they were growing on him, like a fungus. "Everyone buys the cover. And people pretty much leave me be." The cover of course is his being the son of the billionaire philanthropist. "I keep getting asked if I am going to get my license, they don't know I've been driving since I was ten." The youngest Wayne sighs a bit. He hesitates stating that he feels at home here, much more than he did in the League.

Batman has posed:
    For a moment there is no answer from him. Batman's silence carrying such a weight of import that it's an instant that seems to last longer than the five ticks of the clock that it takes up. But then the answer back to him is a small nod, the cowl turning back towards the men and women who are lounging all over various modded sports cars, the LED lights casting an alomst christmas-light glow upon the tableau below.
    But above, in the shadows, Batman's features are still hidden, still distant even as he lifts his voice. "It's good to find friends. You should cultivate that." There. Advice. Not necessarily fatherly, but good enough. His leather gauntlet creaks as he makes a fist and then pushes himself to his feet.
    "If needs be will arrange your schedule better to facilitate that." But that seems like it might be an opening for a conversation. Which he cuts off. "Take the Wing. Autopilot. Set the course for Bludhaven. I don't think Shiva would move on him after our meeting, but it isn't entirely out of character for her."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian watched the scene below. He could only think of what Batman was setting up.

  As the Bat gets up so does Robin, with a bit more pronounced creaking of not as worn leather. "You mean cutting patrols for Titan time." A bit jumping to conclusions, but Damian genuinely enjoys patrols with Batman. One last click of the tongue before he starts calling the Batwing. "I can fly it, you know." Not too much later the plane hovers above. He readies his grapple to ascend into the cockpit, firing once, and the line is taut. "I've made protocols for them. In case something should go awry. For all Titans. Including me." Protocols to incapacitate, to take them out so to speak.

Batman has posed:
    "I know." He answers, responding at first to his ability to pilot the Batwing, but the timing is such that it might well apply to the latter statement. He begins to step to the side, turning even as the exhaust from the 'Wing's nearly silent engines cause his cape to flare around him as he moves.
     A pause as he waits for Damian's ascent to take him up towards the hovering vehicle, then the young vigilante will hear his voice on the other end of that commlink. "Stay vigilant." Not 'be safe,' nor 'be careful, but vigilant. He gives a nod and then drops off the side of the building, billowing cape snapping firm to arrest the speed of his desent as he drops out of view.