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Georgie Goodspeed	It's getting rather late at night in Manhattan. It is shortly after Vorpal leaves to go gather some items to set some manner of trap for The Clown Princess of Crime. Damian is proving to be a bundle of surprises, offering the doctor two different items, so shortly after providing him such a gorgeous sketch not so long ago.     After Damian offers the little box and the envelope, Georgie blushes a little at the prospect of the young man giving him yet more gifts. Heck with people getting the wrong idea, he very well might start to. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he accepts the button. He gives it a once over and gives Damian a quizzical look. "A panic button." He flashes the young man a curious glance again. He cocks his head and studies Damian.     This gives enough time for Damian to fetch the envelope. He accepts it, but the hesitation he feels from the boy gives him pause. He reaches out and gives Damian's shoulder another squeeze. He gives a gentle smile and purrs warmly, "Only if you really -want- me to know, buddy. I know I like you. I know I'm proud of the man you are. Anything else..." he holds the letter back, offering it to Damian. "Anything else, I want you to be sure. Like, positive that I'm worth it. No pressure, okay?"
Damian Wayne	It was late, but Damian had always been a night owl, even the good Doctor knew this a bit already.   "In case you get another visit. I have a vested interest in you not dying." Damian offers, managing to say and yet not say he wants the doctor safe and sound. The young man in the dress clothes looked back at the elder doctor, his eyes slightly wider as he took the envelope in his hands again.   After a brief moment of that strange color of happiness, having heard Georgie's words and processed the what he longed to hear from so many, Damian winced. From the slightest corner of his mouth, a small frown. The boy's inner rage flared a bit as he argued with himself over the issue again. "Just open it, before I change my mind." ( http://i.imgur.com/wAM97GU.jpg )
Georgie Goodspeed	There is always the looming threat of physical affection when dealing with the empathic doctor. On top of his hippy leanings, he's also a man that has actually been educated in a person's need for physical contact and comfort. It's as much a part of him at this point as his nose or legs. When Damian admits to having a vested interest, it bubbles over more, making Georgie go in for another hug. He's sort of like an octopus too, very hard to avoid although he isn't going to force it should a real effort be made to avoid it. If the hug strikes, it's thankful as much as affectionate. Perhaps the same sort he might encounter as Robin when he inevitably saves the day, so it could even count as training! Just with a doctor instead of some cute co-ed or cheerleader. He smiles and cocks his head, asking after the button, "Does it call... you then?" It's an important question and warrants waiting a response as he nods and opens the envelope and starts to read.
Damian Wayne	Damian groans a bit, half accepting the embrace and half protesting. Georgie would definitely know he didn't hate this response.   "In a way it does." Is all the boy can say until the letter is read.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie accepts the answer, more happy to know that Damian wasn't protesting the affection nearly as much. It makes Damian proud of the young man and it shows in every touch and beams bright in his eyes when he looks at the newest Robin. His attention goes back to the letter, leaving an arm draped over Damian's shoulders. He smiles a little at the way Damian had to cross out some words and fought to get this out. It isn't lost on him in the least at what a major risk it is for the young man. Not a physical risk that he knows Damian doesn't care much about, but one of the truly devastating risks: one of his heart and trust. Then he makes it to the true confession. 'I am Robin'. Being in such close proximity, Damian gets a small show through that arm at just what an empath thrown into chaos is like. His emotions run a chaotic gamut, his past, some of which he shared about his long emotional history with the icon that is Robin. Some of them might be vaguely new to Damian as some of the more hormonal gayboy feelings come through, but they're chaotic enough to be just fleeting tastes without any context or even certainty. Georgie pulls back when he realizes what he is doing, giving a somewhat bashful smile. "Sorry," he whispers. He looks at Robin a long moment, his breath heaving. Finally, he sorts out, almost like a switch is flipped and he settles on a sense of pride and thankfulness. His face could be gotham right now. Smooth beautiful lines fringed in darkness. Right now, it truly is Gotham as tear by tear the rain begins to fall. If it weren't for the smile, it might be heartbreaking, but the smile might make it simply more awkward. Finally he offers some words, "Thank you, Damian." He swallows heavily as he admits the one thing he's been waiting all of his life to say. "I guess Robin finally did come to save me." Maybe not whisk away like he told Damian he used to dream about, but close enough, obviously. He laughs then and tries to wipe his eyes before he sinks to his knees and just clutches the letter to his chest over his heart of a long while, still rather unable to be the adult in this just yet.
Damian Wayne	The boy blinks, the rush of emotions, no matter how fleeting, is something he was not used to in the slightest. Anger and rage and self assuredness came easy to Damian, but the unease of allowing someone this close to him was what kept him from making eye contact with Georgie, until he heard the words.   Robin made a small smile how on his face, now that he was sure he wasn't going to be spurned off. "I-you weren't alone." Damian offers, knowing the unease Georgie felt after his encounter with Harley.   Before Damian could allow himself more time in the new emotions, he had to mention. "It calls us. In case one or more of us are away...someone will show." He only hoped that that information had helped his friend not feel abandoned any longer.
Georgie Goodspeed	A blush takes over Georgie's face as he looks into Damian's face. He nods dutifully and thinks about the button for a moment. "She warned that if I involve you guys, thing's will get pretty bad. Right now she's playing with me." He gestures around and blushes a little deeper. "S'why I called Vorpal. He at least knew Red Robin tangentially since he's... uhh... pretty tight with Beast Boy." It's tricky not giving too much away about people with secrets. He gives an apologetic smile to Damian, hoping he understands the minefield. Georgie thinks a moment and then perks up. "Remember I told you about that hubcap thing? When we were designing the new gauntlets? It was a chemical truck by Acme. The officers I helped out ended up dead in the trunk of the patrol car. I saw it in the papers, but what with the Clown Princess, I just wasn't able to really do a lot of footwork on it." He rubs his ribs, remembering exactly what Harley did to lay him out. "After the shooting started, there was another detective that showed up. And.. another... woman... Montoya? Detective maybe? She was in on the arrest and I haven't heard of her demise so she might be a lead there. It was the only thing I really heard of that could have led to them getting so much liquid nitrogen like they had at Arkham." He thinks some more for a moment, rising from the floor. He moves to the couch and flops down. He leaves enough room on the off chance that Damian can sit too should he want to. The doctor, however, is emotionally exhausted though and sitting is needed. He smiles at Damian and asks, "It... what I was talking about before, growing up? That's not too weird is it? I.. uhh.. didn't know. Obviously." Yup. There it is. The humiliation starts to set in.
Damian Wayne	"Well, if she's visiting you at the University, I'd say shit has hit the proverbial fan." There was Damian's trademark foul-mouthed bravado.   "Ugh, Red Robin." Damian understood the minefield but well, had some issues with his avian predecessor. The minefield had also been the reason why he only signed his given name and not his full name on the letter.   The boy crossed his arms a bit, looking to Georgie. "You mean you having dreams about...my brother whisking you off in the night?" Damian sticks his finger in his mouth as a joke. "If I couldn't handle everyone who had felt an attraction to him I wouldn't be able to walk the street in the daytime." He hoped that answered the question well enough.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georige lightens up some, patting the other side of the couch. "Yeah. It was a struggle to really confide in anyone. But... I can't deal with their crazy quite as well as I had hoped when I went to Arkham. It's like... they're contagious or something." He makes a sour face, but then shrugs. "Plenty others that I'm plenty good at helping with though." He glances up at Damian and corrects, "Help Gotham, not you guys specifically." He smiles a little at the bit of rivalry with Red Robin. To the last part he says, "Well, you'll have your own harem in no time, I bet. You'll be the new face wandering through the mind's eye of every teenage girl, gay boy, and would be super villain in no time." He looks at Damian for a long moment and compliments, "For my fourteen year old self, I think I woulda liked you best. I bet Gotham will say the same once they get to know you." The ego stroked some, he asks, "So. Umm. You wanna hang out for a while? We could watch a movie if you want. Or I could cook something." He looks over at the kitchen, suddenly a little afraid of what the cat might keep in his kitchen. He tries to give a brave smile though. "I umm... if you have the time, I'd sort of like to just hang with my friend Damian. I think he's far cooler than any old Robin running around out there."
Damian Wayne	Damian does indeed sit on the couch, keeping his back clear of the plush backrest for now. He needed to ease into comfort in a new place. "I...don't think I'll be interested in anyone like that any time soon." He admits, if only a little embarrassed.   Damian started to venture more into a comfy sitting position. "I haven't seen a lot of movies. Nightwing had to show me the Star Wars ones, that was three weeks ago." Damian's partially tanned skin blushed as Georgie mentioned him and not Robin, in fact separated the two.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie nods a little as Damian makes the confession about not being horribly interested. He understands and it shows on his face. He reaches over and gives Damian's shoulder a squeeze. "It'll sort itself out eventually. And you're sort of lucky because you already are so far ahead of us mere mortals in a lot of ways." He offers a wink and gives another little squeeze before he reaches for the remote. He flicks it on and says, "I've been thinking of the best movie ever. I think I'd like to watch Aliens with you. It's... well... I think you'll like it. The aliens are some of the coolest. The most competent character is a the kid. I think you'll think its not a -total- waste of the night." He glances over and asks Damian curiously, "Do you like to snack on anything? Popcorn is a movie stereotype. Greasy, salty and lasts the whole movie usually. I'm more of a sour patch kid guy personally though. Gummies in general are more my thing. Or if they have good nachos." He mmmms. "Nachos."
Damian Wayne	The former Assassin gave it a thought. Maybe he needed to indulge his more fantastical side. "So there -are- aliens in it, not like...how there are no knives in Blade Runner?" Another one he had been encouraged to watch.   Damian pondered, he really never partook of any junk foods before, but he had popcorn, wasn't too bad. "Popcorn's good." He offered, taking his phone from his pocket, and sending a text to Barbara. 'At a friend's, tell Father I'll be back later.'
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie nods as he searches whatever cable or streaming service Cheshire has. He says like it's a secret of some sort, "The aliens make the whole movie. There are a bunch of this particular franchise. The first one is really old though and looks sort of dumb nowadays. The third and fourth ones were shitty as hell. Prometheus and Covenant were alright, but sort of prequel things which are inherently hard to do properly." He's happy that Damian is acquiescing to a night of normalcy. "All said, this is probably the only one you should watch unless you want a laugh or need help sleeping." The doctor chirps in victory as he finds it. "Sweet!" He glances over at Damian and asks, "Want some popcorn? I can pop some up if Tommy has any." He pauses and rolls it back even a little further. "Have you... have you tried any of the flavored popcorns? Like Kettle Corn or cheese corn or mexican? Carmel corn probably will be an acquired taste for you." He doesn't have to be a psychic to guess, "I bet you aren't really fond of processed foods or sweeteners much." He rises and goes to raid the kitchen, eventually getting frustrated, typing a little something into his phone, and some popcorn being rabbit holed to the counter. He grins and types something back and asks over his shoulder, "I know this is sort of... probing, so you don't have to ask, but are you going to have to go to High School? If you do, we might want to go over some of the holes in your cover. Well, if you'd want my help anyway. Youth counseling is sort of my thing though, so I might be a good resource. Or asset." He thinks and looks over at Damian. "One of those."
Damian Wayne	"So...people do title the movie appropriately sometimes." Damian offers, nodding at someone finally doing that logically.   The boy turns around, kneeling on the couch and facing the area behind it. "No, just regular popcorn, that's the one with butter, right?" Damian knew a great deal, but very little when it came to much of the frivolity that came with life. The boy gave a grimace. "The Bat wants me to. But I could have at least four doctorates right now if I wanted. I don't see much use in spending time holed up in what is basically a daycare." At least to Damian, it would be almost torturous, spending hour after hour doing nothing but reviewing what he had already learned years ago.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie nods and starts to popcorn. He keeps it simple, just butter and salt as Damian requested. He has far better equipment at home, but full time superheroes and college students having an apartment at all is something pretty darn special. "Sometimes they do, yeah. Mostly you just cross your fingers and go in. Alien was singular because there was only one. Aliens plural because it had lots. Then it was all downhill from there until the prequels. Prometheus and Covenant are named after the ships in the movies though, so it's at least tangentially related." A couple shakes and the popcorn starts to pop in the oil, giving Damian at least one occurrence of the ritual of movie night. He smiles at the popping, having a good many memories revolving around it. "I'm sure he does. My folks pulled me out of school before I even hit high school. I just went to college instead. And, having two PhD's, I wish I would have been smart enough to convince my folks to send me to High School. Or fascist training camp as they called it." He smiles as he dumps the pot of popcorn into a bowl and starts to toss it with salt. He tastes a kernel and smiles. Then out comes a stick of unsalted butter to melt in the still hot pot. He swirls that a few times as he says, "Not only would I have been around people that didn't have such disdain for me because of my age, but it's also a big part of profiling. If you can't identify, it's hard to profile. I mean, what if the criminal wanting to blow up the town hall is younger? Robin -always- knows how to talk to them. How to get through. How to be cool. God knows the Bat won't be able to talk them down. I think that's always why he needed Robin. To be what he can't. A smile, some enthusiasm, just alive." He shrugs and dumps the butter over the corn, tossing it to coat as evenly as he can. "But, that's always just been my own theory. I haven't exactly sat down for lattes with him after all. It seems that if he thinks it's important, it isn't for frivolity, but because he understands what Robin -needs- to be. The baseline. Then what you bring to it, the life you give it, that's the true magic. You're the Robin for this spot in history and screw the rest of them. I guess it really boils down to: can you handle it? Can you be that spark of humanity that the Bat simply can't or won't be?" He shrugs as he makes his way back to the couch and flops back down, putting the bowl between the two of them. "I know you can. If you want to. I can't think of anything that you wouldn't rock at." He glances over and winks before taking a handful of popcorn and starting the movie. "But, what do I know? You're the man. I'm just your movie watching buddy." He leans back and shifts to a companionable distance. "I think you'll like this. It's wicked even though old as hell."
Damian Wayne	Damian did have ideas on retorting, until he had been stopped in his tracks by one of three people in the world that could have done that to him. He simply just kept kneeling, facing the doc, before he sat down again with the popcorn. "I..." He could hardly respond, not from a fight to speak, he was speechless, probably for the first time in his life.   Why can Nightwing and Georgie make sense, but the Batman doesn't? Well, it was different to hear advice coming from your father, than it was your friends. "I guess I'm going to school now." He offers, not that he wasn't not going to school, Batman had already made that clear, but at least there would be a thankful Bruce for someone having spoken sense into the stubborn boy.
Georgie Goodspeed	There's a smile from Georgie, surprised to get any response at all. The pride in his eyes is pure and clear. He reaches over and brushes a lock of Damian's hair out of the way. "You're going to do awesome, dude." He could say more, but he's said enough for now. Now it's a time for popcorn and a movie with his friend. A last smile and he offers some popcorn. Then he lets himself go back to LV-246 to watch Ripley and Newt be utter badasses with a little help from the Colonial Marines.