4134/Kids these days!

Kids these days!
Date of Scene:	22 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Batman, Robin (Wayne)

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Batman has posed:
    Snow continues to fall over Gotham, mixed in with the steady spatter of rain creating an icky slush that coats the city's streets. Occasionally snow plows push the slosh out of the way as they drive up the roads, at least preventing them from icing over the streets. Yet on a night as grim as this, most of the city knows well enough to stay indoors. The homeless shelters are full to bursting, the streets are mostly empty.
    But tonight the one of the few that have dared to venture out is the city's protector standing sentinel in that cold drizzle, his shoulders hunched as he stands upon the demonic skull of an old gargoyle that had held vigil over this part of the city for almost a century.
    Yet even as the city itself is quiet, the comms are busy. Hectic. The lone man standing there listens to the steady patter of the police frequencies, the emergency band, and the Bat-Family. At times the voices overlap. But with the pace being so slow tonight... it doesn't happen very often.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The cold didn't bother Robin, much like his father. He had made a promise to approach the man about the recent occurrences. Things reached a breaking point, and Damian had chose to do something he'd never had to do before: ask his dad for advise.

  "Batman." He says quietly, the city's calmness allowed for the boy to speak softly. "I w-need to ask you something." Robin had his good up, allowing the cold drizzle to slick off. "Two subjects." He approaches Batman in a calmed pace, he's already worked through the anger, now to work on fixing the situation.

Batman has posed:
    The dark figure barely moves as he stands there, just enough for one hand to slip from beneath that dark cloak and lift leatherclad fingertips to one ear as he tilts his head slightly. The other hand appears as he holds it in Robin's direction, as if staying him and his approach for a moment. There's a low rumble of words that comes from him, vocalized quietly for the comm as he murmurs. "Tail them, report every fifteen."
    But that having been done he rounds to face Robin, a bit of frost and slush sloughing off of his shoulder as he faces the youth directly. White eyelets narrow slightly as the man looks him over, gaze drifting down then back up to meet his own gaze. "What is it?" He asks in that same rumble.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The hand that stays the Robin garners a small huff, he felt it was already flustering to admit he needed to consult anyone.

  Damian's eyelets also narrow as he starts. "First off, my group, we encountered someone. A group called the Temple in Byzantium. They offered to set us up with...everything. It's a trap of course. But the reality of it is that they are an ancient order...splintered off of the same group that became the League of Assassins. They want to overthrow the League. Same bullshit story 'we will be better' and everything. I saw through it fast enough. They are backed by heavy funding." Damian takes out a datadrive and hands it to Batman. "I prepared that for you."

  Robin had a much harder time saying the next item, simply deciding to hold off for the moment.

Batman has posed:
    The data is accepted as Batman reaches out with one hand and then takes the drive. He eyes it for a moment, brow beetling with a scowl then he gives a single sharp nod. He unclasps a pocket and slips the data drive out of view, then closes it with a click. The whole while his attention doesn't slip away from the young man before him.
    "I'll go over it later tonight." But he tilts his head to the side slightly as if to give Damian a chance to state that it's time crucial. When that isn't forth-coming he then lifts his chin and asks, "The second?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin exhales with slight force. "My Mother isn't as dead as once believed. She lured me out from one of my snitches with this." He took a small object from his utility belt. A small brass Arab soldier. A healthy petina in spots, and worn down around the arms. "She said she is operating on her own, and that..." A moment of hesitation. "I will have to choose between you two." That was the piece that weighed on Damian the most.

Batman has posed:
    If the Batman was surprised it doesn't seem to register on his features. He had been watching Robin with the steady unwavering intense gaze as he almost always sees from the man when he's in uniform and now is no different. But at the latter part of his statement, there's a furrow to the man's brows as his eyes narrow. It's a moment of intensity, of gauging the youth before him and all that has passed in the last few years they had spent together. In the experiences that had passed.
    It takes him four seconds before he responds in that steady rumbling tone of his. "If you wish to go with her, there are things you can learn from her and can take with you. Talents and techniques that will aid you no matter what you choose to do in your life." He shifts his weight to the other boot, the cloak rustling faintly even as the rain and the frost continues to fall upon them. "Then when you get older, if you wish to continue the mission, then you can return. You'll be a grown man then and will be able to decide your own future."
    He starts to walk towards Damian and then past, but adds. "But you are old enough now, and strong enough to make this choice yourself. I wouldn't force you either way." With that said he takes three more steps, then turns to look over his shoulder. "But tonight there's work to do."
    There's a pause then he turns to face Damian directly, "Right Robin?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian feels the intensity, it was almost the same feeling he got doing what he does every night. The boy gives a nod. "I don't know what I want. For the first time in my life I can't make up my mind."

  Truth is, he knew there was a family here. He was not a weapon here, no grand heir. He was Damian. But for now, he liked being Robin. "Yes, work to do." He says with a level of calm in his voice not heard very often.