4002/Gotham Knights- Legacies
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| Gotham Knights- Legacies | |
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| Date of Scene: | 03 March 2018 |
| Location: | Gotham City |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Nightwing, Robin (Wayne)
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- Nightwing has posed:
The bookends are watching over a group of thugs. It is the sort of multicultural gangs caused by the sort of turmoil in Gotham of multigenerational crime, and the stresses and strains of almost 20 years of Batman. Gangs rise and fall. They reconfigure along lines of mutual benefit rather than strictly territorial.
Watching the 7 men in the alleyway, the older one quietly says to the younger. "Okay. You tell me how we do this." It is a test. Everything is a test. Life is a test. Nightwing though, he values Robin's opinions and training. The fact that the youngest Robin is helping the eldest to train for a duel is testament to that.
What is more telling is that Nightwing doesn't ready any gear yet. Robin calling it means Robin calls it. He gazes over at the y younger one for a moment. Damian might not need encouragement, but its there. One can feel his confidence in the younger man. The moment is brief as Nightwing turns his attention back below.
Nightwing's changed a little too. Richard Dragon and his training is starting to have an impact. It's tentative, but some of Bruce's Batman tricks? Damian is starting to see them show up in Nightwing. The hyperalterness, the way the darkness seems to cling? It's starting to show.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian had felt Nightwing's gaze on him. It was certainly different than when Bruce would judge him, in fact, there wasn't a judging feeling coming from the elder. It was strange, manifesting itself in a slight shiver up his spine.
A quick moment before Damian looks to Nightwing. "One shot, PEPS to the farthest back. As everyone is distracted, jump down in the shadows and take down the three on the right. I've got the left." His demeanor has changed much from the angry dangerous young man he met almost a year ago. He's become a non-lethal fighting machine, and yet still angry and dangerous. Robin activates the PEPS launcher on his right gauntlet, preparing to shoot. "On my Mark."
- Nightwing has posed:
"Just what I would do. I would have favored the ones on the left too." The compliment is not needed. Damian knows its the right call. It's not at all flattery, or judging. Damian was right- it's a sense of recognition and a small little 'atta boy' directed at him.
The elder, and former Robin has a path selected. He actually readies his two eskrima sticks. He can makes the leaps down via his training. That much he knows.
He prepares for the signal. "Ready." he says, the tone sincere, and the words likely unneeded. He starts to smile, so unlike the genetically related Batman and Robin.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian takes aim, and shoots off the round. "Mark."
Robin takes off, gliding down to the ground level. He prepares for a cape glide kick. Once he connects, he confirms the first thug's consciousness before he leaps again towards the next, pulling out his batclaw and shooting off the claw to grab the second, attempting to fulcrum midair and use the momentum to crash into the second. If someone looked, there was a wide grin on his face. This made him at ease, happy even.
- Nightwing has posed:
The older man doesn't wear a cape. It got in the way; he doesn't let anyone dress him anymore, other than Alfred. Even then, that is usually a smart suit. His booted feet hit the ledges of a building three times on his way down. He throws one stick as he goes down, and drops heaves a wingding as a follow up.
they both connect. His feet finally hit the ground to catch the first stick. Bodies are hitting the ground. The third one on his side is suddenly in a fist fight with a vigilante, and doing his best to make his friends proud. He takes his swing, but Nightwing blocks it with a forearm.
The bookends are far too fast, too experienced, too trained, too smart to fail at this.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
The third thug on Damian's side makes a lunge. Once the second is dealt with, Damian starts to fight the third. He is toying with the guy, feigning being less talented. He keeps blocking and blocking punches, until there's a lull, where Damian takes advantage.
Robin takes a moment to kick the shin of the third thug, placing his fist on the last thug's chin. Down and out cold.
- Nightwing has posed:
A couple of blows are exchanged, and Nightwing's opponent falls a couple of seconds after Damian's. "Crap." Nightwing grouses. "Drinks are on me." He quips, even as his stance remains alert. His gaze sweeps about from downed foe to downed. There is a wrist motion, and a wingding pins one man's hand to the wall, carefully avoiding damaging the man's wrist, but definitely scaring him. Even as the quips are coming, he's paying attention. That much has changed. A few blows from Dragon corrected that bad habit. "Your did yours a little faster." His frown is deep.
"You awright?" He asks it simply, and still his gaze sweeps about.
Finally he notes, "Mine was bigger. takes longer to fall from that high up?" It sounds like a deadpan joke. Mostly.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian gives a nod, looking to Nightwing. "I'm fine." He quips, looking to Dick. He doesn't ask Dick if he is, but that is cause he knows Nightwing is fine, much like Bruce, Damian cares, but shows it in different ways.
Damian turns, looking at Nightwing. "Your style has changed...you're not thinking as much during the fight. It shows." A compliment! "Do you still have it in your head that you're going to duel with Shiva?"
- Nightwing has posed:
"I am 'feeling' more." Nightwing agrees. "It's making me faster." He agrees. His nod is gracious though as he acknowledges the compliment. "Letting it become like my first life. Just something that is natural. Something that I am, not something I do." That is a huge step there. The martial arts have become a part of who he is as a person. It isn't a 'Vigilante' thing. It's part of his person now, and that acceptance and the new drills are changing him. Pushing him more to the instinctual, casual expertise of Damian and Bruce.
Nightwing moves to secure a couple more of the guys with some zip cuffs. "I mean to. She dragged Red Robin into it." He gives Robin a little look. It's a clear statement. No one messes with his brothers. "Part of me thinks the asshole did it on purpose to light a fire under me. Sounds like him."
There is a pause. "I wanted to operate with you. I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. I've had to retrain a lot of everything. I ... appreciate how hard you have worked to change things. I didn't understand that before. I'm proud of you, and I wanted you to know that. You can count on me, if you need anything." He looks them over. "I am happy with the guy wearing the 'R'."
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian gives a hmph, there's still a little contempt there for both sides. "I still say I'd reveal myself to her and tell her to back off. But...that would have wasted all this you've done..." Damian pauses momentarily, clearly thinking that may still be on the table should things go awry.
Then Dick has to give him compliments, real ones. Ones that should be given to people as they grow and learn. A concept still so foreign to Damian that he stops zip-tying a guy, lowering his hood and looking to Nightwing just with a blank stare, for a moment, then he looks to that metal 'R' over his left pec, he spent to much time with his eyes focused on being...a mini Batman that he didn't think about how the others who've worn the Robin mantle would think he was as a Robin. It touches the overly emotional youth enough that he smiles. "Th-thanks." He says, in a hushed tone, before he finishes securing the perp. "I..." He looks from side to side a moment, trying to catch his thoughts. "Think we make a good team."