7978/Robin - Homecoming

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Robin - Homecoming
Date of Scene: 21 June 2019
Location: Batcave - Wayne Manor
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Robin (Wayne), Nightwing




Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian had scaled the one of the side walls, and snuck not really trying just a natrual walking in the shadow keeping his head down as he knocks on the large door. He remembered the security when he left, and kept his eyes open for 'improvements' as he approached, but there might still be a chance he is detected. He stands fully covered head to toe in what looks to be a well stuffed parka from some goat or other animal though it has been warn with time, insilated pants, with thick fur boots to a point of where no-one would reconize him as no-one could really see him under the git-up.

The whole outfit looks like it was falling apart again as it looks to be stiched back together before when it had already fallen apart in pieces. The boy doesn't say anything just waites at the door he had hoped Alfred was around as if not he would have to try to enter himself, and he didn't like sneaking back into his fathers home after being gone so long.

Nightwing has posed:
    It isn't the stalwart Alfred Pennyworth who answers the door, today. Instead, it is the eldest brother of the wayward Damian. Grayson had stopped by, catching up on affairs, and just checking in, as he is known to do from time to time. Especially when he's depressed, and needs a good dose of Pennyworth Home Cooking. It certainly beats his typical diet of meal replacement shakes, protein bars and Chinese takeout.

    But, the door does open, and in the doorway, Grayson stands. He's dressed casually. A simple blue, Western style button up shirt, worn with the collar open, and the sleeves rolled and held fast by button straps. Black denim pants, held to his narrow hips by virtue of a thin, black leather belt. Polished black leather shoes, their toes coming to pointed tips. His aquamarine eyes narrow when he sees this roadworn figure before him, as if he doesn't recognize the boy, at first. But, as soon as his gaze meets the so-often-dour face of Damian Wayne, Grayson's own face lights up.

    "Hey," he says, nonchalant, punctuated with an upnod. Stepping to the side, he cocks his head towards the direction of the foyer. "Welcome home. Come on. Let's get you out of those clothes, get some waffles in you, and head on down to the cave."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Maybe he was practicing, but he is giving some high class brooding quietly waiting he gives Dick a small nod when he is addressed with a hey. The boy walks in, but with the fur boots seems to more pad into the place his worn look striking against the rich house. He walks in a bit and stops, "I didn't expect it to feel so small.. constricting." he adds looking around the large house. He wasn't complaining about the house itself as obviously it was huge, just living indoors again was going to take some getting used to.

His voice is calm, but distant as he walks towards where his room should be quietly as he had gotten used to walking without sound subconsiously out on his journey it often helped keep the preditors from him, well that and the goat piss which as he walked by you would give the full wiff of powerfull smell even though it was fading.

He doesn't seem to talk until he is at the top of the stairs slowly taking it all back in. "Thank you... After some clarity it is good to be back." he stops a moment looking at the large picture of the Waynes.. "Home?" and shakes his head moving towards what he hopes is still his room hopefully for a change of clothes, and a shower.

Nightwing has posed:
    When Damian remarks about the constraints of the house, Dick looks up and around, taking it all in. And slowly, he nods his head. He knows that feeling all too well. If not for the same reason.

    "Yeah. Sometimes it does. That's what I was feeling when I left behind Robin. When I left here. It all felt so very constrictive. There's a whole world out there."

    He places his hand on Damian's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. While Dick is acutely aware of the smell, he doesn't seem to take any sort of issue with it. He's been on such "sabbaticals" himself over the years, after all. But, for now, he allows Damian to head up the stairs towards his room unimpeded. When he speaks again, Grayson, at the foot of the stairwell, looks up.

    "It might seem like things have changed, but this will always be your home. You might just need some time to remember it. I did, too. Now, it's not so constrictive. It's just comfortable. Go get cleaned up. I'll have some food waiting for you downstairs when you're done."

    With that, Grayson will walk off from the stairwell, leaving Damian to do his shower and cleanup, while he goes to find Alfred and get the food going.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian doesn't reply though his actions obviously follow what you asked of him, as he leaves you to find Alfred. Then nothing for a while, maybe long enough for one to wonder if he had gotten lost on the way to the Kitchen though that is when he would arive. He wears a dark red button up shirt with a black jacket over it, and black slacks though he still does look a bit different then had before in little ways though obviously still looking like a Wayne. His skin was very tan as if he had been under the sun for long periods of time, and though he was here one could tell the gears were turning as he quietly walks into the kitchen.

He doesn't say hello mearly gives a small nod to the people inside before moving to take his seat... He starts talking while pulling out the chair though, "It was wierd.. They were my clothes, but.." he falls to silence to sit at the table and brood in thought. The scowl was still there, but it wasn't in anger just focus as he quietly sat at the table in his own mind. He finally adds when it might be almost a painfull silence. "You speak of change, but can I assume my father, and the criminals of Gotham are two that have not?"

Nightwing has posed:
    Dick looks up when Damian enters, and offers him a bright smile. He does note the changes in the young man. Not just on his tanned flesh, or in his eyes, but in his bearing as well.

    "Clothing doesn't make us who we are," Grayson offers up when Damian finally decides to speak. Reaching across the table, he slides a plate of waffles in front of Damian. Then, easing back in his chair, he starts to eat. After the first bite, he remarks, "Even the uniforms. The names. They're us, but not who we are. And you're right. Your father... he's a rock. We shift and flow about him like water, but he remains steadfast. It's a good thing. It's stable. Stability is hard in our world."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian looks at the waffles, and even pokes at it a bit with a fork at first seeming to think about them before eating them. He doesn't seem to respond his face that hard look that might look familer to Nightwing, he quietly just eats in silence letting where he was, or why he left unknown for now. He had been by himself for a long time just surviving, and he got a bit more why his father held back from others keeping that inside quiet focused on the job at hand. He didn't eat like a starving man though you could see the hunger for the waffles though he ate like his mind was elsewhere, he simply thought about his mission, and what it would take from this point forward focused on the goal he quietly ate.

When he was almost done he does give a slight nod, "They were very good thank you." brushing any crumbs he stands quietly looking at Nightwing that serious look on his face, "Shall we move bellow, I am sure you would not let me out alone without me showing you some of what I have learned." he states, and offers a hand for him to lead the way.

Nightwing has posed:
    Dick watches Damian as he eats, but is content to eat in silence with him. He understands. Being out, on your own, with no one but your own thoughts to keep you company, after a long enough time, you get used to your own silence. Sometimes, you don't even realize it. You think you've been speaking, but your mouth has not vocalized the internal monologue.

    So, Dick lets Damian do his thing. He's here to support him, after all. Not badger him into talking about... needless things. Damian's journey, as far as Dick could see, was one of self reflection and introspection. Wherever that might have led the young scion of the Bat, he will learn in time. When Damian is comfortable enough with himself and with Grayson, to reveal it.

    But finally, Damian offers up a bit. Dick's lips curl up into a one sided grin, and he rises from his seat, giving a faint nod. "Alright, little brother, let's see what you've discovered about yourself."

    Even though Alfred's job is the butler, no one treats him as a manservant. Nor would he allow it from the "kids", even if they had. So Dick does take up the boys' plates and moves them to the sink, running water over them later and just casually cleaning up after them, before he moves to one of many secret boltholes that lead them down, into the deep, dark recesses of the fabled Batcave.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian walks down quietly looking around at cave a bit as they walk, he doesn't seem distrubed about the lack of questions though if he was told he said nothing he might be a little surprised. As he takes in the Batcave again looking around quietly as he walks down, and down into it again after a long break from it. He follows him down into the pits of the cave itself though he only touches one thing which is the chair infront of the computer looking at the moniter you almost see a non-brood look for a moment though it passes quickly.

He takes off his black jacket folds it over the back of the chair, and losens the shirt a little removing his shoes. He did not find a reason to get into outfit for this as he walks to the open area that they must of fought in many times. He streches a little looking at you with that look of seriousness, and determination.. Just because he wasn't in the suit did not mean he would necessarly go easy on him.

He doesn't offer any weapon selection or restriction only stands quietly watching, and waiting for him to enter returning to streching before he stops reaching into his shirt pocket he takes out his handkerchief wraping it around his eyes.. finally speaking again, "I offer only this.. I did not learn any new skills on my journey.. You may start when ready."

Nightwing has posed:
    Dick can barely contain the excited smile that splits his face as they get down into the cave. No sooner than they do, the older brother is already unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it free from his pants, and sliding it off, leaving him clad in a form fitting white tanktop. His shoes, too, come off, along with the black ankle socks under them. Unlike Damian's formality, Dick just sort of tosses his shirt to drape over one of the many railings, before stretching his arms out overhead.

    When he's ready, Grayson looks out over the training area, where Damian thinks to blindfold himself. Alright. Grayson will allow him his handicap, but will not follow suit. Though, he also does not feel the need to grasp for any weapons. Not even his comfortingly familiar batons. No, instead, Grayson just rears back, his hands on the rail, and slingshots himself forward, leaping up and touching off of the railing itself to gain further height. His body soars in a perfect, languid backflip, and as he comes out of it, his body righting itself, his trajectory leads him on a rapid descent, kick aimed right for Damian's chest.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian just stands looking at well the inside of cloth, but he listens the sheen of the railing the approach of the steps. Outside it looked like this was a very bad idea, but inside him mind whirrled with options, and input that he quickly considered. Normally this would lead someone to getting kicked in the head, but Damian was in fact a genius so knew where to generally expect the strike from.

Now there is a big difference from a general to a specific, but as the kick came he felt it on his sore moist skin turning as to let it miss him. These were not skills to him, or even Nightwing as he had expressed but with a smooth side turn, and half step the young boy was behind him. He didn't strike, or even kick just loom there. The feeling of that stare into the back of his head for the moment before he knew the next strike was coming.

There were too many options so instead of trying to stress over it he just leaps back away out of striking range to just stand there. He doesn't smile, or have any signs of that he is happy what he has done only that stare through the cloth that despite this disadvantage he would still be successfull. There was a calm confidence of determination that feeling he must be there were no other options.

Nightwing has posed:
    Good.

    Dick is glad to see that his brother is sharp as ever, when he sees the younger sidestep and essentially let that kick slide right past him, like a bead of rain on the hood of a well waxed car. But that doesn't mean that he's going to go easy on Damian, either. There'd be no point to. Also, it'd be disrespectful. So Grayson doesn't simply land. He lands immediately into a graceful pirouette on the tips of his toes, spinning around with a backfist that would be level with Damian's jaw, but he is met with only air as Damian has already chosen to leap back, out of the way.

    But Grayson is nothing if not a fluid, relentless fighter with a style that focuses on neverending momentum, and being hard to predict, due to his acrobatic nature. So, as his spinning backfist flies wide, the spin just continues, and Grayson seamlessly moves into graceful, perfectly skilled butterfly kicks, like horizontal, aerial carthweels, bringing him closer to Damian. Once. Twice.

    But, what seems like it might be a third time, Grayson instead winds up spinning low to the ground, using his hands and swinging his legs around like a man on a pommel horse, for a Capoeira style trip up.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
It was fair to say they had both fough before so there was some experience there, he knew if nothing else Nightwing was presistant so did not expect it to go so easily though he was always hard to predict as the strikes came in from him. At first he actually blocks well some may call it block but there is no resistance as he moves his body the same way to lessen the blow to where it may sting a little. This had two reasons as he wanted to stay in contact to catch the flow of the attacks, and secondly it was hard to throw a second kick while a leg was in the air without shifting ones weight.

After that it became harder to hit him as he dodges another swing attack by just a hair each time he focuses on defense to use Nightwings on acrobatics against him as he waited for the weight to shift before moving again. He never strikes back though, if one could he must know where Nightwing is at I mean he is blocking, and dodging his blows, but he never does only at times when he can loom behind him as the spin around the Mat in a swift motions of action. He seems to be waiting for something each time the cartwheel coming inches within hitting him before Grayson moves to the spinning low kick followed by the donkey kick.

That is when Damian makes his move as smooth as the combo is as you kick to find air you quickly realize why it didn't work as Damian rolled forward instead of back, and is now shoving a hand, that would stop before impact, at the throat of the man with his hands on the ground to kick him up. What he was waiting for was the blindfold, as the kicks were close you knocked it off so he could see again, and that was what he was waiting for. As he went full blast in expecting that Damian would remain sightless he used that to get ahead, and though the strike maybe blocked, even if it is Damian would move away as the point had been reached.

Nightwing has posed:
    There is a moment, a fraction of a second, where Grayson looks at the hand before his throat with a bit of shock. No fear. Just pleasant surprise. And that fraction of a second melts away with a fierce, wolfish grin, before Grayson is retreating back with this lightning fast pivot to one side, his palm pressing flat to the floor, while both feet sweep up forcefully, carrying Nightwing into a one handed backflip that would have served him as a double barreled kick as well as it would have served him in a breakdancing competition.

    "Good," He says, as his smooth backflip lands perfectly, both feet on the ground, a few yards away, putting distance between them. Dick reaches up, and taps his temple. "You fight the same, but you've just learned to think more, and rely on technique less. The strongest weapon you have is your mind, and you? Your biggest weakness is that you fight angry. Anger dulls the mind. Overcoming that, and learning to fight clever... not dirty, but clever... is good. It's great. That's good progress, Damian."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian looks at his dancing, and raises an eyebrow but turns fixing the buttons on his shirt where needed moving back to his coat he nods to himself, "The anger is still there there it drives me to do what needs to be done to help the people." he stops putting on his jacket. "It will never fade until I put the fear into each criminal." he stops realizing how much he has spoken and shakes his head. He was always close with Nightwing so maybe that was why he gives him a nod moving to stand infront of one of the Robin suits he sighs.

He doesn't reach for it as it could be within his grasp he stops, "I want you to know I don't want the suit anymore. The whole child to the Batman thing." he reaches, and takes the robin outfit. "It isn't about that is it?" he seems to ask like he knows, and thinks you do as well. He takes the suit, and grabs the keys to the motorcycle moving away though he seems to grab one of the less agressive utility-belts as it has more scienific things for finger-prints, gloves, etc. It looks like he is getting ready to ride out to the city now that he has returned to give it a once over before the sun comes up, and gives Nightwing a nod before entering into the changing area.

Nightwing has posed:
    When he confesses that the anger is still there, Dick nods. He knows it will always be there. A genetic defect? A measure of his father instilled into him? The byproduct of his early years with his mother and the League? It's impossible to say. But Damian will always have that anger there. As his father does. As Dick, himself, does.

    "The difference between ruling it and letting it rule you."

    Grayson takes up a casual stance, moving to rest against a pillar. He doesn't try to encourage, nor discourage Damian's claim to the Robin suit. He just watches, with those blue-green eyes, and listens when he talks. It seems like Damian might be on the cusp of something. Of finding his own place, and learning to be his own Robin. Not weighed down by its legacy, nor bound in the shadow of the Bat's Cowl. He doesn't respond verbally. Grayson knows that Damian knows him well enough. He just gives a nod of his head, and as Damian takes that suit down, the former Robin himself simply moves to reclaim his discarded shirt and shoes.

    "Be careful out there tonight. Don't let anyone frame you for murder. We have someone wanting to smear the Bats in the mud right now."

    Its the only advice he feels he need give. Damian is well enough on his own. Instead, he just offers, "And tomorrow, we can go get some Big Belly and head to the arcade to play some Cheese Viking, if you're up for it."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian comes out wearing his Robin suit flexing the gloves a litle bit with a nod he heads to the bike sitting on it he stops thinking before starting it as once he does it will be difficult to speak. "I will not aim for active scenes, there are some incidents that I saw on the way in that need looked into first." it is all he can come up with not responding to the invite to the Big Belly or the arcade he turns on the bike reving it a bit before letting it idle getting the helmet.

He gives that look that you have seen from his father the not wanting to say yes he would meet them, and lie, but the not wanting to make up an excuse and say that he could not as he put on his helmet. Turning to face ahead of himself he speeds away into the tunnels that lead outside not speaking another word as he dissapears into the night.