Owner	Pose
Carrie Kelley	Even though there were several times that Carrie had pointed out to her teammates that running away from their problems wasn't always a good thing, she found herself now needing some time away from Gotham herself. Thankfully she had the opportunity to make use of the Titan Tower for such an escape. Still wearing her mask as well as the bodysuit worn under her more armored attire, she's been alternating between a punching bag, and making use of the acrobatic area of the gym. Currently she was swinging punches and throwing in kicks to the heavy punching bag working out some of her anger on the inanimate object with enough ferocity that one would assume if she were stronger than a regular human, it might not be in one piece at this point.
Damian Wayne	Damian was hardly the type to care about others. But Carrie had been the first of many exceptions to the rule. When she had been teaching him, she saw beyond the boy who was the son of a billionaire. She even stabbed him with a chaos crystal when his own father was in mortal danger.   This garnered a bit more attention and care than he showed most humans. The gym was a place where Damian often went to for just this purpose. So, in he walks, full Robin regalia. "The real thing is still better to a hologram." He comments, stepping behind the bag and holding it steadfast for her.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley reaches out to rest one hand against the bag to steady herself. It wasn't that she was unsure of her footing so much as it offered her a chance to catch her breath when Robin approaches and holds the bag for her. There's no smile where once one may have been, but right now at least she wasn't doing something embarassing like being off crying. In fact, she hadn't cried at all past that first night. "It is," she agrees with a solemn nod. Another deep breath is taken before she steps back to regain her footing properly, and bring her hands up into a loose fisted stance. "... Is there any word about Szasz?" Between all of them he'd been taken down of course, but he'd been hospitalized. And she had shot him in the face even if it was with a rubber bullet. It's not completely out of the blue to ask about him. Better to ask that than about her own father at this ponit.
Damian Wayne	"Under armed guard." Robin responds. "Still alive too." He had already contemplated assassinating Zsasz for her. But the logistics have been terrible.   "And you?" He asks, after a long pause, to contemplate if he should ask.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley lunges into the bag with a quick one-two hit at the mention of the man's condition. That was enough for now though as the question he asked after causes her to pause. Pursing her lips together tightly she just gives a stern shake of her head. "... I'm not sure. I never really liked them. They were always self absorbed, selfish and just so fake. It's not like they took great care of me growing up." Reaching up she pinches the bridge of her nose. "But I didn't want that to happen to them, either."
Damian Wayne	Damian was not the heaviest of people to hold the bag for her, it gave a bit more than it should with someone spotting. But he remained watching Carrie's face, a mixture of things, part studying, part trying to understand the situation. "I am not a good consul for this. I admit, I grew up with little respect for life. In a culture that embraces death and war as much as Grandfather does, it skews your view of things." He admits, but keeps on it. "But I can relate to the notion that you want to protect those you care about."
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley doesn't continue her attack even if she might want to. She'd already worn herself out for the last few weeks either with work or training or just pushing herself to exhaustion. It wasn't something she could maintain forever. A ghost of a smile is offered to Damian in response to his attempt at sympathy. A tip of her head is offered in his direction. "Tell you a secret... It's not always about knowing the right thing to say. Sometimes it's just listening that helps and knowing that someone is upset. Even if you can't quite understand the why." At that she sinks down to just sit on the floor drawing her knees up to her chest to drape her arms ontop. "I wanted to hurt him. A lot. I shot him in the face... and I know it was probably loaded with rubber bullets, but in that moment, I wasn't thinking about that. I just wanted to watch him go down."
Damian Wayne	Damian leaves the bag, joining with Carrie on the floor. "He deserves it. Do you recall his flesh? The hashmarks on them? It's a tally, of every kill he has made. If anyone deserves to be put down like a rabid dog, it is him." Damian doesn't mention his own kills, but that was for another day.   "If you ask me, if your first response was to not try and hurt him, I would be questioning your grip on reality." He freely admits, looking back at her from the lotus position.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley pauses to think about that remark a moment. Maybe that was the right thing to say in this case. A faint smile creeps over her. "Yeah... I know. The tally thing," she clarifies. "And yeah, I don't know how else to react to that. At least I acted instead of just freaking out." For awhile at least. She could make herself feel better with that. "There was too much work to do that night to do much else, though."
Damian Wayne	"The bastard stabbed me, too. The first scar on my new skin and it had to be him." Yes, he was a little vain at that bit. But it was the first time he could remember not being scarred up somehow.   "If you ask me, you did as well as I hope I would have, being in your position." Chances are, he would have razed Gotham if he had been in her shoes that night.   "The other Titans have helped me in my times of need. They'll listen if you require." Yes, he still touts his team, even if he was hard on them all. "At least they would respect you." He still had some issues with certain members.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley glances over Robin at mention of the stabbing though she knew she likely wouldn't see the scar with all his gear on regardless. It was just an instinctive gesture at hearing that. "Ah.. I really am out of it, I didn't realize that," she mutters while running a hand over her face quickly as if trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Nevermind she'd been awake for way too long. "Glad you're okay though. And everyone else, too." At least now she seems to be relaxing more as she allows herself a smile. There wasn't any mirth behind it, but it was an effort to put forth her usual attitude. "Yeah. It's nice not being around familiar things, I have to admit. Everyone's been pretty great here so far." Though she hadn't been overly social yet, either. There was time. "Thanks. For letting me run away if only for a bit."
Damian Wayne	"Now, if you tell anyone I was actually nice, they will think you are insane. So, do what you want. Stay as long as you want. This is our second home." He comments, standing up from his seated position. "I will be fixing up the car if you need me." He offers with a small smile, a rare occurrence for Damian Wayne to give anyone.