3889/What's your problem!
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| What's your problem! | |
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| Date of Scene: | 16 February 2018 |
| Location: | Gotham City |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Robin (Wayne), Batman
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- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian had been...away for a while. Following up on leads concerning his newest venture, along with attempting to secure a better base of operations that wasn't a disused cavelet. He let his suit do the talking for him in this case, all readings had his vitals within normal ranges, spare for the odd spike in heartbeat while he destroyed a practice dummy or ten.
The Redbird announced his arrival, an echoing screech as Damian entered the tunnel to approach the launch bays leading to the Batcave. His hands had healed, and Robin was more or less back to normal. As much normal as a fifteen year old former assassin and son of a billionaire philanthropist playboy could be. Still there were things that had been weighing on his mind, things that hadn't been talked about for months, if not a year. The League of Assassins, his other half of the family, suddenly crept back into his life. As the youngest Wayne approached the armory, he had already taken off his mask, and his sword was in hand, still in its scabbard and ready to be put back for the time being.
- Batman has posed:
With the networks being rendered non-functional only very few computer networks were still able to function for the time. With its Kryptonian technological add-ons and the aid of their tech security operatives, the Batcomputer was one of those few. It still was able to convey data to the team of vigilantes functioning in Gotham, conveyed the communications needed, and allowed them to deal with the crisis in ways better than the traditional law enforcement agencies.
Yet it was no easy thing to maintain during the crisis. The oversight was intense and important, and both he and Oracle had to pay attention to the demands of the system. So it might not be entirely surprising to the young Wayne to see his elder there in front of the system as he tries to reestablish contacts with other networks across the world. And failing.
The Dark Knight is there in the chair, brow furrowed, expression grim. He rests his hands upon the laser displayed keyboard as he considers what has passed. Eventually he shakes his head...
Then the sound of the Redbird roars to life in the cave itself. He turns to the side. When Robin emerges from the vehicle, he pushes himself to his feet and turns to walk across the gantryway towards the armory and where Robin walks. "Damian."
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian looked up to Bruce. "Father." He responds, continuing to the armory if he's unimpeded.
He usually had no problem looking Batman in the eyes, but for once he keeps eye contact to short bursts. Wouldn't be a problem with the eyelets on his mask, but without it, the subject of what he gazes upon is able to be seen fully.
- Batman has posed:
His stride continues until he stops at the edge of the armory, the taller man folding his arms over his broad chest as he looks across the way towards Damian, following the movements of the young man with that steady gaze of his. He tilts his head slightly to the side, then back towards him. "There've been reports of activity by several groups pushing into Gotham." He watches Damian's body language, considers the young man's manner, but says nothing about it.
"SHIELD, Hydra, the League." The last hangs there for a moment as he considers the youth that is his son.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Robin had taken a seat on the bench in the armory, starting to unbuckle his boots. It was then that Damian heard the words that he had known he would hear sooner or later: The League. "Grandfather is making another move for Gotham." Damian gives a grimace, bling his hand into a fist and punching the bench lightly. He then starts to buckle his boots back, readying back up to fight the League back.
- Batman has posed:
Another nod is given. But there's silence between them. It's a silence that lingers for a time, hanging between them like a pall. It lives only long enough for him to draw a breath. But then he tells the young vigilante. "Wanted you to be aware." He unfolds his arms, then adds. "I wanted you to know that I trust you to make the right decisions."
That having been said he turns and starts to step away, his boots clanking upon the gantryway. But then his step falters briefly and he turns to look over his shoulder. "But you should know you don't have to go it alone." He adds, "There's no shame in asking for assistance when it's needed." He looks back and adds, "It's why we're a team."
And, if allowed, he'll start to walk back towards the computer and leave it at that.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian took Batman's words at their face value. He trusts Damian to not fall back in with the League. But it's as Batman stops and adds the rest that takes him aback. He's heard things like that from his Titans teammates, but hearing them from Batman has him at odds.
Damian's eyes go back to Batman, looking a bit understanding. "I, I will." He's almost sure he will need to ask for assistance in some form this time around. Between his friends and the other party offering to fund their venture.
Damian hopped to his feet after Batman left, running to catch up to his old man. He hesitated for a moment, before clicking his tongue in frustration before giving Bruce a hug. Not the first the two have had, but the first that Damian had initiated on his own accord.
- Batman has posed:
At first the man is resistant, held in check and withdrawn as Damian embraces him. His brow furrows beneath that cowl and he seems reluctant to reciprocate. But then slowly, very slowly, he'll rest his arm around the young man's shoulders, engulfing him in the black cape and drawing him close. Just enough to give him support, to give him that brief moment of succor as he holds him there, resting his hand on Robin's head.
It's a small shared moment, his fingertips pushing the hair briefly from the young vigilante's eyes. But then he gives a nod and then says simply, quietly in that low rumble, "Come on. Still a lot to do."