3493/Post Christmas 2025

Post Christmas 2025
Date of Scene:	27 December 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Red Robin, Robin (Wayne)

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Red Robin has posed:
    His motorcycle got in just a few minutes prior. With a methodical manner, Red Robin clicks things off and inspects the motorcycle. The helmet comes off, and he hangs it on the handlebars. He plucks a battered, frankly disgusting box off the bike. It is wet, nasty cardboard. Like a shoebox left in the snow. Tim considers it for a moment, then reaches into the box and plucks a small gray kitten out of the box. To call him troubled, would be to call it an under statement. She is tiny, and is purring up a storm as he cradles her. Emotions war on his face. It settles into a rare position; he doesn't know what to do.

    Straightening his shoulders, visibly swallowing his pride, he calls out. "Damian? Could you please help me?" He worries he will never hear the end of this, but whatever compelled him to bring the little kitten into the cave with him compels him to call out for help.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "I swear to everything that is dear to you, Drake, if this is a ruse to get me to fix your gear, I will find every computer of yours and toss them into the river." Soon enough, however, Damian makes his way out, stamping his boots down with every step. He's sans mask and cape for now, but quite in uniform.

  He pauses once he sees the kitten, his eyes widening with surprise. "What is that?"

Red Robin has posed:
    "A moment of weakness." Tim replies, his tone deadpan as he regards the kitten gravely. He looks troubled. "I know you have a cat. This one, I think it is a she, was nuzzling at a bit of roadkill. She is... very small." And he didn't have the heart to just drive past. Christmas seems to have exposed his sentimentality.

    His features show his conflict. He knows he is out of his experience here. "I think she is too little to eat solid food. I could look it up, but you are really good with animals."

    He hates to say these words. "I don't know what to do. I don't know that Bruce will let me keep her. I don't know if you want her. I just couldn't leave her on the road." Of course not. Not some orphan cat. "Will you please help me?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin's Al Ghul green eyes look over Tim and the kitten over and over. Damian's own personal battle with himself playing out. Wether it was contempt for Tim, or perhaps just his own demons making themselves known is in the air.

  Once he makes up his mind, Damian walks briskly until he is next to Tim. His footfalls nearly silent, as is his nature. "Let me see her." Damian removes his gloves and gauntlets, dropping them to his side. Christmas didn't expose his sentimentality, it was an animal that did.

Red Robin has posed:
    The former Robin hands the kitten over with a careful hand She is terribly small. She still has blue eyes, and her paws and ears are far too large. She is suffering from a little exposure, but the shoebox is stuffed with one of Red Robin's survival blankets, so she is already starting to come around. She is tiny, and quite helpless and lets out a couple of tiny little mews.

    "Thank you. I wasn't allowed to have pets. Da--dad was allergic to just about everything. Then when i was here there wasn't time. Maybe barbara needs company in that clocktower. I mean, I can't keep a girlfriend. how am I going to keep a kitten?" He seems to think it is difficult. He tries to keep his hands out of the way, but he does gently rub a gloved finger under the kitten's jaw, and a hint of a smile flickers over his face. "I appreciate it, Damian. I don't know the first thing about taking care of a cat." he seems to be under the impression Damian is going to take her. His blue eyes watch the kitten and his lips quirk into a slight smile. "She going to be okay? It'd be nice to do just a little bit more good today."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian cups the kitten in his hands, giving her a once over. "She was lucky to find you. Given the roadkill she was next to, it is most likely that was her mother. If she doesn't take to kitten milk, she is old enough to eat. I can try some tuna. But she should be fine once she's warm and has a full t-stomach." Damian looks to Tim, blinking. "Pets and romantic relationships are hardly one and the same." He offers, keeping the kitten clasped in his warming hands.

  "Have you thought of a name?" Damian asks idly, trying to make small talk.

Red Robin has posed:
    "yeah. Well. They both require time, energy, and commitment." Tim Drake replies in his analytical manner. he regards the younger man for a moment. "You don't want her?" He seems surprised that Damian thinks he should keep her. He does find that rubbing under her chin makes her purr, and despite himself, that makes him smile a little. It's a funny look on his face, for him not to have that crooked grin, but rather this bemused little smile. "I mean." he flicks his eyes back to Damian's. "You think I should keep her? I mean, what do you name a girl cat? I mean. I." he frowns a little. "Should I keep her?" he is never this indecisive. Normally, Tim Drake calculates and does. He is definitely at a loss, not only about whether he should keep her, but if he does, what to name her.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "You should have the option. I have Abbadon, and it is only appropriate that she be with someone that cared enough to have picked her up on the road." Damian offers, as much as he is a rage machine, animals are his soft spot. He speaks matter of factly, and with pure indifference. "If you decide to keep her, give her the home she deserves." Damian offers, looking into the blue eyes of the kitten. "And Grace would probably be a fitting name."

Red Robin has posed:
    He regards Damian for a moment. "I-- okay. Grace it is." He says quietly. He reaches for her again, and will tuck her under his chin. He gives his 'younger brother' a little nod as he does so. "Litter box. Food and water dish. Some toys. What else do I need to be responsible? I will get her to the vet as soon as I can." He is paying rapt attention. The kitten purrs just a little louder. Damian was nice, but Tim did snatch her up out of the cold and icy road. He softly sighs, and rubs at his eyes. "Also. Thank you." he says graciously. "I don't know why I was so anxious about a kitten." It's just more change, and his life has been changing a lot over the last couple of years. If he wasn't experiencing it, he would already know the problem.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Give her places to climb. If she can be higher than the floor, she will be happy." He bends over, picking up his gloves and gauntlets, he places them back on his arms and hands. "I'm going to go back to training. See if she will eat some of Abbadon's food. He is a little older than her so it would be fine, if she will take to it."