6579/A Joyous Reunion of the Best of Friends

A Joyous Reunion of the Best of Friends
Date of Scene:	20 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Raven, Robin (Wayne)

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Raven has posed:
    It has been... Weeks. Nearly, if not a month or more, since the last time Raven was in the tower for more than a few minutes or hours. She's been reachable by communicator, and other methods- but she has been absent doing... Something. Nothing to worry about, surely. Still, though, the alarms are in place now that a Titan isn't in their room.

    These alarms, of course, are triggered- not extremely, of course. Raven is indentified as a Titan, and as a result, they're not exactly locking down the tower: But they still register movement in her room. She has returned, without announcement- and as the seconds or minutes pass, she isn't leaving.
    

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian had been focusing on Gotham of late. But now he had more reasons to be around the Tower. Robin had found a modicum of solitude in the Tower, and that was great on his nerves.

  Alarms ring out to the Titans leader, and Raven's coming back had Damian visiting Raven's room. He knocks, three sharp raps on the door.

Raven has posed:
    Raven turns, and after taking a moment to get everything in order- her luggage having come through the portal she made to teleport herself home- she makes her way over to the door. It opens, Damian not having been left to wait long, and Raven is standing there in the doorway. She's wearing something somewhat different than normal, and most of her is obscured under it- a long cloak of sorts, perhaps a cape- complete with hooded cowl, in the same deep blue-purple that suffuse her hair and eyes. "Good evening, Robin. What do you need?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin notices the new garb, interesting. He was in civilian clothes, but still in mask, at least concealing his identity from certain people. "It was quiet, noticed you were here. I trust everything is fine on your end?" He asks, his version of small talk, it still had his own brand of disconnection to it. He holds up a small tray with a teapot and small tea mugs. "Tea?"

Raven has posed:
    Raven is impassive for a few moments. Her eyes seem as if they're appraising Damian for a scant second or two, before she responds. "As fine as it can be. Everything is as it should." She considers, for the moment, giving Robin her usual 'No thank you' and returning to the silence of her room. However, it has been a great deal of time since her last proper appearance in the tower... And she very much ought to at least -pretend- to be social. "Tea would be... Good."

    With that, she takes a few short steps out of her room- letting the door close behind her.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin takes the tray to the common room, setting it down and serving two mugs, it's Chinese oolong, one of his favorites. "You know I do not give compliments flippantly or with ulterior motive. I appreciate the fact that you are quiet, unlike the other Titans." Damian has preferred to keep to himself, unless he was needed. "I am glad you are unharmed."

Raven has posed:
    Raven is silent. Much like usual, she's quiet for a small bit of time longer than would necessarily be appropriate. One could say that it's because she is appreciating the tea. After a few tenative sips, with very little addition other than the tea itself, Raven speaks up. "I do not like to talk without meaning. I appreciate that you were concerned. I was handling business that was not... Particularly conducive to including the rest of the Titans. Regardless, several of the others managed to locate me on some inane holiday about Penguins. That was unpleasant."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "I am glad you were able to handle said business." A long sip, before he closes his eyes and enjoys the flavor of the tea. "I was aware of this action. I tried to discourage the others, but they are oft keen on not listening to reason." Or in other words, to most Titans, everyone's business is their business. "Do you remember what you told me when the new recruits were around?"

Raven has posed:
    There's a nodding silence, as Raven considers addressing the smalltalk. It was a done matter, though. She didn't doubt that if Damian had known, he'd have objected. The matter is whether or not he really knew, and she has no intention of discerning a lie. In the end, it doesn't matter. When she responds, it's about the latter comment. "Yes, I remember." Entirely neutral, her tone betrays nothing of how she feels on the matter- only that she remembers that it occurred.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "I am not Grayson. I do not wish to be him, but he is someone I do have respect for." Damian takes another sip of tea. "I do not apologize for my candor, I have to be honest when it comes to prospects. But I could have done that better."

Raven has posed:
    "I do not expect you to be." She begins, setting the tea down, and addressing Damian directly with her gaze. "I expect you to be Damian Wayne." HEr continuation is pointed, her words precise. The tone is sharp, and she's looking him right in the eyes- or, where the eyes should be. "And Damian Wayne is not an idiot." That is as close to a compliment as can be, give or take, at least when Raven is not feeling especially vulnerable. "Candor is appreciated. So is tact. I think you have learned that. It is for the better."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian nods, almost feeling like she can see right to his soul. Her empathy allows her to see into Damian much differently than the others. "Correct." He comments, finishing his mug, and looking back to her. "Should you ever need my assistance. You need only ask." It's as close to a declaration of friendship he has ever said aloud, but it is true. "I may not me a mage, but I do have experience around the arcane. And you know I have seen much more combat than others."

Raven has posed:
    Raven stands up, and sets the tea down- finished. Her response is relatively simple, and not overly swift. "Matters of the arcane- anything... Magical. I don't know if I'll ever need your help. But there's going to come a time when I'll need you to fight as hard as you possible can, and maybe even that... Won't be enough. It is... Good to know that I can rely on you to do that." Her movements shift, and she turns- making her way towards her room. Cryptic, as usual, but at least it was pleasant- and, perhaps, at least she'd been... Almost nice, or close to it.