Owner	Pose
Georgie Goodspeed	After the Fight Club is over, Damian and Georgie happen to run into each other. It isn't in Georgie's nature to let the injured young man hobble home with the broken ribs, so he offers to drop by the University to tend to the boy's wounds.     The domino mask comes off after they get some distance, Georgie just walking as casually as can be. To help Damian, who is in costume, he takes him a back way so people don't see. In the office, Georgie breaks out the medical supplies, spreading it over his desk. He asks, "Do you want me to help patch you up or...?"
Damian Wayne	Damian took off his mask as well, even if he was in costume, these two already knew each other. He took off his shirt, looking to his chest. "*cough* I got it..." he offers up, taking a moment to grab the gauze roll. The boy had broken ribs, but was fighting through the pain, not much bleeding from his mouth anymore.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie nods, leaving Damian to tend his wounds. "If you need anything else, give a yell," he offers as he moves over to make Damian a mug of oolong and some green for himself. He hums a little as he prepares it, the electric kettle making short work of it.     "You fought really well. I almost made myself hoarse cheering you on," he compliments. Finishing the tea, he moves over to place the mug by where Damian is tending himself. He purses his lips as he sees the bruising and such. "God that hurts," he says. "How's the pain? I can help with it some if you want." He thinks a moment and affirms, "No drugs or anything. Just... uhh..." he shrugs and lets it trail off.
Damian Wayne	Damian started to wrap, evening out his breathing. "I still let that bastard hit me. Grandfather would have me do extra training for that." The black haired boy eyed his equipment, letting out a grumble. "The pain is okay for now. " He replies. He's a little short with his replies.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie smiles and sits down, watching Damian as he wraps his wounds. "Ehh. I think he might have been proud of today's training. Getting hit like that and -still- pulling out a win is a far better measure than winning when you haven't been hit. Anyone can win if they don't get hurt. Most people would have crumbled. You didn't." He pauses and blushes as he admits, "I know I'm proud of you." He laughs and runs a hand through his dark hair. "As little as that means."     He sips his tea and confides, "My ex... well... was a vigilante up in Boston. He would always say he didn't need any help either." He rises and reaches out, placing a gentle hand just barely on Damian's shoulder. That relief from before flows again. He murmurs, "Not pervin'. Promise." His eyes flicker shut and as he focuses, the pain recedes more fully unless Damian cares to resist the subtle manipulations.
Damian Wayne	Damian finished his wrap, using a bit of tape to close it off. If Georgie had himself a look, he'd see a fair amount of scars on the boy's midsection and back. More than a normal boy would have, which may have been expected given his performance in the cage tonight. "Vigilante, willing to do what it takes to rid the world of its ills."   Damian looked to the older gentleman, he was stopped in his tracks at his statement. Even when he eases his pain, he doesn't really know what to say to that. He just closes his eyes, reflecting gently.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie gives a shiver as he withdraws again. He flops into his chair heavily, his face looking pained. He grits his teeth and forces a smile over at Damian. "Yeah. Most times, law doesn't really work. Too corruptible. It's the nature of systems. So... sometimes...." He gives a shrug, stopping before he gives too much more away.     He apologizes then, saying softly, "Sorry I have to make contact to do that. I... uh... you don't strike me as the sort that likes that so much." He can't help give a glance at all of those scars. He's seen them before on some of the young people he helped in the juvenile detention facility, although probably received in a rather different context. "Feel better, though?"
Damian Wayne	The boy stretched a bit, just enough to feel his chest out."Its fine. Fells much better." He offers, looking to Georgie, taking a sip of the tea. Damian looks to Georgie, taking a sip. "I won't tell anyone." He offers, before sipping again. "My grandfather believes the same thing. He was the one who trained me." He offers back, not revealing too much, but enough to say he was a kindred spirit.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie slips his suit jacket off and hangs it on the back of his chair. "It'll wear off in a couple hours probably." He sighs and mulls over what Damian says. He's not a great detective, but he -is- hyper intelligent. The back and forth of increasing trust is eventually rewarded with, "I grew up here. In Gotham. I... well... sort of found my own means to train." He laughs with obvious self-deprecation. "I had it in my head that Robin was going to sweep me off my feet." He smirks and laughs again. "Never happened, obviously. But I've stuck with it. I mean, I'll never be a part of the Justice League or an Avenger, but..." He turns his gaze upon Damian and offers, "If you ever need someone to watch your back, I'll suit up, okay? In Boston... uh.. they called me Insight." He laughs and rolls his eyes. "Lame, I know, but once the papers get something in their head, they stick with it." He pauses and rises. "Are you hungry? I could order... a pizza or sushi or something."
Damian Wayne	Damian smirks at the offer, the irony of not being able to tell Georgie his last name, or even much more than he's already said. Not because he doesn't trust the older man with the info, but he doesn't want Georgie to be at risk. "I came to this city to meet my father, and I did." The offer of food does strike the boy with a smile. "Pizza is just fine." He offers, looking to the older man.
Georgie Goodspeed	It only takes a few swipes on his phone to order enough food to feed a small army. Pizza, wings, and cheesy garlic bread are on the way before Damian is quite done with the sentence. He moves over to the couch and flops down on it, sprawling out comfortably. "It'll be here pretty soon." He tucks the phone into his pocket and sighs. "Yeah. Came to meet your family... father," he muses, obviously having a momentary mind to piece it together. He stops himself though, murmuring, "Not my business, until you confide." He sighs again, trying to flick his mind to a different subject. "So other than oolong tea and kicking major butt, what do you like? Do you like to go to parties with your friends and stuff?"
Damian Wayne	Damian moves to replace his shirt, for the moment he took a good laugh at Georgie's question. "I train, read, and train more, spar, come up with my own battle strategies. I...I've never been to a party before the charity ball." He admits, not having had much time for childhood 'fun'. He stopped sparring with wooden blades at the age of five. "I don't have any friends either...other than you I guess..
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie sits up and gives Damian a good, hard look. "Sweet lord, dude," he says finally. While most adults might launch into some form of lecture full of judgment and whatever, he just says, "Don't mistake that charity thing for an actual party." He laughs then and flops back down. "I'm honored that you consider me something approaching a friend though. Your pretty much my only friend so far too." He flashes Damian a smile and gives a content smile. "Thanks for that. Mostly I just have patients. Definitely no one that I feel comfortable even admitting I have a cape to." He pauses and laughs. "Well, metaphorically. I don't actually have a cape. Just some cheap body armor really."
Damian Wayne	The boy looks to Georgie, an eyebrow raised. "Well, I told you that's the only party I'd been to, so there's not much else for me to go on. And you already saw my cape, not much of one..." Damian lies back on the couch. "So, is this where you tell people they're f$&#ed up? Do you send people to Arkham?"
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie laughs and shrugs. "I'm a therapist, not a psychiatrist. I don't really dwell on diagnoses as much as I just help people feel right in their own skin. Most of the prisons people endure are ones in their own minds. Some built by themselves. Some built by parents or someone important." He shrugs a little. "I mostly do juvenile offenders and students here." He spreads out a little more and says, "I considered working at Arkham, but I don't know that I have the stomach for trying to help the Joker or Two-Face or whomever. It just... I feel like I do actual good here. Not a glamorous heroism, but actual rehabilitation can happen here. Most of the time before it gets real bad, yaknow?"     He jumps with a start as there is a wrap at the door. He flicks his gaze to Damian for a moment, looking decidedly guilty before he remember that they ordered pizza. He laughs, a short staccato bark, before he goes to the door to get the delivery. He returns and starts to lay out the spread. "Dig in, dude," he offers as he starts to open everything up. He heads and grabs a cola then, offering one to Damian before he sits again and tucks in, spending a long moment chewing and devouring with gusto. After his initial pangs are sated, he says, "Truth is, there is no normal anymore. I'm sure as heck not normal. I don't think anyone is. Someone says otherwise, they're probably monsters." He pauses and muses, "Or so boring as to put you into a coma."
Damian Wayne	"Oh, I didn't really know there was a difference." Damian looks back to Georgie, then to his katana as the door is knocked. He was a little embarrassed he got caught up in the conversation that he forgot there was food on the way. He stood up and looked around at the spread. "Thanks." He offers, taking a couple slices and a couple wings. "Metas I guess have changed all that...not that it is a bad thing. Shifting the paradigm is the only way the world can change. And it usually happens with the rise and fall of empires." As Georgie probably understood already, Damian was not your usual fifteen year old.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie nods in tacit agreement with Damian, adding, "Between mutants and metas and aliens and extradimensional entities and magicians and all that, the world is on the cusp of a new age." His lips purse some and then he shrugs. "For a while, I really thought it was best for me to go to Genosha, but..." He shrugs, blushing a little at his tacit admission of being a mutant. He helps himself to another slice and muses, "I don't think it really matters that much right now. Do my job. Protect people when I can. Dance. Maybe find some time to date. I think that's all I really need to worry about." He glances over and winks. "Eat some pizza with a friend now and then." He munches some pizza and says, "When your ribs are better, we should spar some if you want. Isn't often that I can really... train. Street thugs and semi-pro matches just aren't... challenging."
Damian Wayne	"Mutant... interesting, so that's how you did that..thing."No look of judgement on the young teen's face. Damian offers a small smirk as Georgie mentions eating pizza with a friend. Before he offers to spar, that was a different thing to Damian all together. "If you wish, I may have to go easy on you." A wide confident smile on his face.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie Goodspeed bobs his head, shifting a little nervously on the couch. "Yeah." He draws a breath and lets it out slowly. "Empath... I guess is the easiest definition." He pauses and admits, "It's sort of how I spotted you at the charity thing. You can get searingly angry when people are dicks." It's said with almost a hint of pride, without condemnation at the anger. "Nothing particularly cool, like flying or teleportation or something like that. But... then again... I still look human, so I can't complain too loud, huh?" He smiles and blushes. He's willing to agree with Damian's pride. "Yeah! Have to remember I'm an old man after all. And if you mess up my face too badly, I won't ever get a date again." He laughs and winks. "Just something friendly to kick the rust off."
Damian Wayne	Damian gives a healthy nod, finishing his slice. "Fine with me, Father will most likely hate it, but he'll turn around." If anything, he'd be mad he just participated in this fight club, but Damian wasn't afraid at this point. He was growing impatient of waiting for Bruce to make up his mind. It also hadn't been the first time he had heard he had a hot temper, it was partly why his mother had sent him here.
Georgie Goodspeed	"Well, at least you can tell him that it's just some doctor. Isn't like I'm particularly dangerous." Georgie laughs a little and shrugs. He sprawls out a little more, relaxing now that his tummy is full. He takes a quiet moment to just bask in the company for a few moments. "Want me to drop you off at home? I'm parked downstairs. I should probably head home. I have my first patient at seven in the morning." His nose wrinkles as he asks, "I don't know why someone would want to be awake at that hour, let along talk about their freaking feelings."     Georgie doesn't move for as much as he talks. "If I don't get up, I might fall asleep here." He laughs a little and tilts his head to look at Damian. "Thanks for hanging out a while."
Damian Wayne	Damian shakes his head, as much as he appreciated the offer, he admittedly didn't have a place to go for the moment. He'd been surviving on the streets, to any normal kid, this would be a death sentence, to Damian, this was a challenge. The teen stands up, gathering his things, tossing the domino mask he had to the desk. "Its ok, I've got my own way around." The small teen smirked, looking to the shrink. "Thanks for the pizza, and the help with the ribs." Damian would be sore in the morning, but it is nothing he wasn't used to.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie rises and offers a hand to help the injured Damian to his feet. "Okay, dude. If the pain is annoying or you need anything, drop by, okay?" He pauses and also offers, "I can also show you where my pent... apartment is too. Visiting family can be a pain in the ass, so if you ever need to dip out and just have a quiet afternoon, you're more than welcome."     He gives Damian's back a light brush of affection as he leads him to the door. "I'm just going to clean up here. I'll see you around."