Owner	Pose
Georgie Goodspeed	It's nearing midnight in Gotham when Damian started getting some text messages from Georgie's burner phone. Bored Georgie is annoying as all heck, especially after being cooped up in a studio apartment for a couple weeks while he healed. Eventually he lets it slip that he slipped out to give Tommy the place all to himself for a night, so he's at some higher end motel. It's the sort of place only old money families tend to know about that are reasonable, discreet, and better appointed than one would ever expect from looking at the outside. The room number is given and when Damian arrives, however he arrives, he'll find Georgie out on the balcony cooling off from a bit of a workout. He's dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, both a deep red. A towel is around his neck and he's one of those dopes that tends to smile even when nobody is looking. He lifts a big bottle of water and takes a long swallow to hydrate. Then? Back to smiling like a goof.
Damian Wayne	Damian had exhibited much patience considering who was texting him, but all the while, he managed to get to the motel just fine. He was wearing a set of shorts, and baseball tee. As much as he liked to wear suits, the weather was just so hot, and he also needed to be inconspicuous.   Master Damian had left a note that he would be partaking in strategic training tonight. Though he luckily didn't need to make much of a reason to sneak out. He walks up from the sidewalk, giving a nod to Georgie as he came closer.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie's smile gets brighter when he sees Damian. "Hey, dude," he chirps. He lifts a hand in greeting that turns into a motion of invitation. He stays leaned up against the railing though, the rudy glow that surrounds him showing that he's hit training again with a vengeance. As he's usually in a suit himself, it also still might be a touch odd to see just how fit the tall man is. It certainly isn't a particularly common therapist trait, that's for certain.     "How've you been, D?"
Damian Wayne	Damian puts his hands in his pockets, walking up and smiling just a bit. "Goodspeed." He was alright, fresh off the transit. "I'm okay, the Ts have been interesting to work with." He offers, keeping things a bit under the radar. Damian's hair was spiked like normal, his hair resembling almost a military high and tight.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie, if anything, could probably use a haircut, his jet black hair getting a bit of a wave and the sides starting to invade the space around his ears. He bobs his head. "I bet," he says, a bit unsure of himself all of a sudden. "I've never done anything like that. Just... a dude I used to..." he glances around and shrugs with a smile. "Pal around with, yaknow?" He laughs softly and jokes in his best Monster Truck Roadshow voice, "Doctor Goodspeed, Sidekick Extraordinaire!"     Georgie wipes his brow with a towel and opens the door to the inside for a bit more privacy. "Can I get you anything, dude? They have a pretty wicked selection. Fruits and stuff too." He frowns as he has to confess, "No oolong though. I called roomservice and bitched."
Damian Wayne	Damian raises an eyebrow at Georgie. "Sidekick, you?" Damian looks around, finding a chair to sit in. "How dare they!" He says in sarcasm. "I think I'm alright for now. Though someone should answer dearly for not having decent tea." The boy stretched a bit in the chair, looking back to the doctor.
Georgie Goodspeed	The doctor sits with his water, occupying the chair directly across from the boy. He cocks his head and squints a little. "You're taller," he observes. His patented pride filled smile follows. He breaks eye contact and fiddles with his water bottle. "Well, yeah." He laughs and his gaze flits back up a moment. "I don't fly or shoot lasers or anything cool. Can't afford bullshit like Stark. No super soldier training or anything." He laughs, his eyes falling. "Just... what I've been able to cobble together. I was pretty lucky to get into what I did." His eyes flick back up and his smile returns. "They shall pay dearly for their offense. This is well within my power!" He snickers and waves a hand. "For six hundred a night, you'd think they'd have a better tea selection really."
Damian Wayne	The boy stretches out a little, getting comfy. "Yeah, they say I'm finally getting that growth spurt. About f&@#ing time if you ask me." He gives a satisfied smile, looking to the Doctor again. "Or finding an Assassin who knew his way around a crossbow."   "Six hundred a night? Dear god." Damian had a mind for money, but was obviously playing a bit goofy. "So, what do you get a therapist with a penchant for danger?"
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie laughs a little at Damian's cursing, nodding in agreement. He does add a conciliatory, "Bigger isn't all it's cracked up to be. Just means more of you for them to beat." He grimaces and rubs his ribs. His smile is back and he shrugs. "After staying with Tommy for so long, I -really- needed something sort of nice." He glances around and shrugs. "Beggars can't be choosers spur of the moment." He draws a breath and lets it out slowly. His eyes flick back to Damian and lifts a hand in protest. "The picture you drew was amazing enough, man. That and the panic button and the note... shit, man. I don't think it'd be legal if my shorts had to be even shorter!" He laughs a little and blushes, looking down again. "The gauntlets are almost done though." He glances up and his eyes narrow as he tries to remember. "I never really showed you my Wal-Mart outfit did I?"
Damian Wayne	Damian looked to the doctor. "Those gauntlets were what I was referring to." He offered a bit matter-of-factly. "What did you think I meant?"   The teen known as Robin had leaned back in the chair.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie looks a little confused at Damian's response, so just stares for a long moment. "Uhh.." is his first bit of eloquence he offers. Then he smiles and offers, "When you ask, 'So, what do you get a therapist with a penchant for danger,' it typically isn't in reference to something he has. It usually means you're fishing for a gift idea." He pauses and tries really hard how Damian got from point A to point B on that one, but shrugs and dismisses it after a moment. After he sees Damian lean back, he glances down and for once seems truly hesitant to talk about something. After a moment, he flicks his gaze back up and starts, "I... well... since you gave me that note and after our little discussion about school, I... umm..." His confidence seems to slip and he shakes his head. "Never mind. It's dumb." He doesn't let that hang long before he gestures towards the gym. "I have a couple posts in the little gym thing attached to this room. I need to work on my shins some if you don't mind talking while I getting that out of the way?"
Damian Wayne	Damian looks a bit confused at the statement, and a touch angered. He hadn't been used to truns of phrase. "That's what I meant, you get them weapons."   The former assassin stood up and nodded, gesturing to the gym. He wanted to say something on what Georgie had kept to himself but didn't find the words. "What...just say it." He had wanted to be more prescise, but obviously went a more crude route.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie shivers some as he feels the boy's anger rise because of him, his eyes turning down as he leads Damian into the little workout area. As promised are a pair of hardwood posts with all the little branches to practice form on. He starts going through some muay thai combinations, different each time and getting increasingly faster as he goes. "Nah," he says. "Like I said, it's dumb, man. It sounded cool in my head, but when I started in, there is no way it's going to sit well." The doctor gives Damian a wan, sort of sad smile. He turns his attention back to the sticks and it isn't long before he's moving fast enough to be hard to see if one isn't trained in death. He's barely straining, his body in peak condition, but he's going faster than that should allow. His mind and perceptions are just faster getting up to speeds that an expert such as Damian might allow him to catch a bullet if he knew it was coming. Knees and elbows are thrown with deadly intent along with the typical punches and kicks. Finally, he grates out, "I was going to offer to show you... how people feel. The victims or hurting. Maybe help you understand. Be a better Robin, maybe." The force of his last statement accompanies a kick that puts his shin through the hardwood post, splintering the wood like it were hit with a sledgehammer.
Damian Wayne	As Georgie continues his training, faster and faster, Damian's eyes dart back and fourth. He was attempting to keep up with his eyes, but there had been a point where even he couldn't keep up any longer.   Damian was in the path of a good piece of wood, grabbing it out of the air with his right hand, looking at the thing. "I didn't realize you were -that- well trained..." He offers up, discarding the wood. "I...can't..."
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie gets wide-eyed as he realizes he almost hit Damian, but there is a smile of pride for the boy when it's caught instead. The compliment or acknowledgement of his ability brings very real fear to his eyes and he actually protests, "No. No I'm not that good." He averts his gaze for a moment and tries to to recover. "I'm no hero." He clears his throat and blinks a few times before returning his attention back to Damian. "In Thailand, they use actual trees, not sticks. They're good enough to kick down a living tree." He gestures to the other stand. "This is just a dead, brittle stick." He smiles, willing Damian to just accept that. "You can't..? What? You can do... like... anything, dude."
Damian Wayne	Damian brushes off his hands, looking at them. He remembers the blood that spilled due to these hands, and a wave of fearful ecstacy passes through him. "I can't do that." He wipes his hands on his shirt, attempting to get rid of the blood that wasn't there. "I've killed too many beings, I still do."
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie still doesn't seem to understand, although his eyes follow Damian's. He sees the wipe of the hand and he finally nods a little. He steps a little closer, facing Damian more full on. He reiterates, "You can. You can do anything." He pauses after his vote of complete confidence. He looks away then and kicks away the remaining splinters. "Anyway, it was a dumb idea anyway. I have the lamest power ever." He pauses and then begrudges, "Well, glowing like a glowworm would be worse, but it's still down there." He glances at the stick and then back to Damian. He shifts from one foot to the other and stands a little closer to Damian, offering his (waning) strength to Damian. "You know," he offers, but then he sort of loses his confidence again and just shakes his head. He moves a little closer and lays a hand on Damian's shoulder. "I don't care what you did. You're my hero, D." No irony. No condescension. Just a moment of his stark truth.
Damian Wayne	Damian gives a grimace, shoving his hands in his pockets again. "I know you don't, but it doesn't make up for it all." He offers, striking the post with a flurry of punches and kicks. He tries to work out what he thinks through his fists.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie lets Damian work out some aggression on the post. He moves over to step on the base to give it a little extra stability. "It's where it all begins," he says softly. "Someone believing in you. Truly believing, when you stumble in believing in yourself. It's easy to let yourself down and make excuses. I do it all the time. I expect that I'm a failure." He gives a wan smile as he chatters. "We fight harder for what we think other people expect of us. Our symbols are important. Stronger than any man that bears it." He shrugs and lets out a short bark of self-derisive laughter. "But what do I know."
Damian Wayne	Damian continues with the striking, faster and faster and harder. Again, he sees the blood staining his hands, he stops before he can keep going. "I know. It's just hard to forget my life before...all this." He sighs gently, shivering at the end a little.
Georgie Goodspeed	The doctor moves around the post when Damian stops. He reaches out and tries to gently turn his chin to look at him. He says softly, even if Damian jerks away, "Forgetting isn't what you need, D. All you've done brought you here and what I see isn't bad at all." He attempts to smooth the boy's hair gently. He bites his tongue for a moment and then finally murmurs, "If it's ever too much though, I..." He sighs. "I can take it away," he finally confesses, giving a better hint at just where his actual power level might be. Should the boy not have retreated beyond his reach by that point, he tries to pull him into a hug. "There is nothing more pure and powerful than fighting for redemption. That's a story that even Supes can't say he's accomplished. Just people like you."
Damian Wayne	Damian's eyes well up a bit, his emotions ran the gamut, obviously teenage hormones did not help at all. But even at his more deadlier state, the young assasin had not shed many tears in his life. "If you took that away, it'd be taking almost every day of my life away, Georgie..." He lowers his head, he never truly spoke about his past to the Doctor. "Every day, since I was able to walk, I was trained to kill people."
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie draws back ever so slightly just to meet Damian's eyes. He sees the tears well and just runs his hand through his hair again. "From time you could walk?" he asks, encouraging gently to hear what Damian pretty obviously wants to get off his chest. The embrace says everything else he might have to say right at that moment.
Damian Wayne	"I took my first life at five, trained in nearly every martial art known to man. Trained with every type of weapon. I climbed the himalayas at four." Damian so longed for the feelings he was receiving right now. "I trained in arts, combat tactics, war theory, science, chemistry, anatomy." That was just the beginning. "All before the Year of Blood." That was something he couldn't open himself up to yet. The actions he did during his thirteenth year.
Georgie Goodspeed	"Jesus," is whispered at Damian's admission of the first time he's killed. Georgie doesn't recoil though, just holds the young man a little tighter. He doesn't interrupt otherwise, just gently runs his hands through Damian's hair like his own Dad used to do when Georgie needed to work something out for himself. He senses the tense hesitation that Damian has about the Year of Blood, so he just puts a pin on that for later. "They invested a lot of time and energy training you, huh? Can you remember much from before they started training you?" he asks softly.
Damian Wayne	"No, nothing." Damian says, looking down again. "Every day was learning to take over...the business. My mother kept me from my father and kept me a secret. One day to take over everything, even to kill him."
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie listens, nodding a little before he lays a cheek on the top of Damian's head. He figures this might not be a time for eye contact. His hand that was in Damian's hair lowers to gently run along Damian's spine. "The heir to the throne. To kill him... do you mean to kill your father? Is he on the throne?"
Damian Wayne	"No, the opposite, he aimed to destroy everything mother and grandfather built. He didn't know about me until I ran away, found him here. That was two weeks before we met." Damian sighs, he still was much the angry boy that had snuck his way into the charity gala to catch a glimpse of what made Grayson special enough in Batman's eyes. That was the reason he went there, but he ended up making a friend.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie listens as holds Damian, ahhhing softly as he gets the pieces placed in his head right. It seems fairly likely that this in addition to his mantle at Robin now fits in there fairly nicely with how the mother was hiding him from the father; the father who aimed to destroy everything. Not many can claim to destroy everything when an order of assassins of any variety is concerned as far as Georgie can think. "In your training, is it safe to assume that failure was... punished. Severely?" While he assumes that Damian didn't have anything resembling a childhood, per se, it doesn't hurt to get a nod of confirmation.
Damian Wayne	Damian looked back up to Georgie, shaking his head. "Failing many times meant death. I broke my arm falling off a cliff I had to climb, I got back up and climbed it anyway. I got hit with a sword, there was no punishment, but the wound was real, all of..." The young man gestured to his chest, which he remembered Georgie had seen while he patched himself up. "A reminder of my mistakes, I can tell you how I got each one and what went wrong."
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie draws back a little, letting his hands drop to rest on Damian's waist. He looks into his Damian's eyes if Damian will meet it and he says, "I'm proud as hell to know you, Damian." His smile flickers bright and then fades a little as he asks, "Do you want that throne, Damian?" This is sort of the last piece that Georgie feels he needs to know.
Damian Wayne	Damian looks back to the Doc. "The bat? To be honest, it is a million times better than the other option" He at least is looking for the acceptance of his father, and his family, these feelings of longing are satiated by the contact he did make with Georgie. "
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie blinks, caught off guard. "I.. meant... the... what your mother trained you for... that throne, but..." He gets a weird look on his face, the thought of there ever being another Batman having never really occurred to him. Symbols never get old and Georgie doesn't view him as a man really. As his mind roils, he murmurs, "Huh." Another moment and he recovers, flashing an apologetic smile. "I'm... uhh... I sort of want to say something, but I don't want to get too doctory, cause you're my friend and that's just bad form. So... umm... it's totally cool to say no, but would you be totally offended if I say a little something? Like, you might have already heard it, but it's truly something I believe." He looks hesitant and nervous again, one of his hands lifting to rub at the back of his own neck nervously. He nervously stutters, "You can to-totally say no."
Damian Wayne	Damian doesn't quite understand what Georgie means by too doctory, he begins to shrug, then the comments. "Just say it, I already told you my part. Just as long as things between us are okay." He said partially annoyed, but also a tinge jovial.
Georgie Goodspeed	Nodding, Georgie collects himself and starts in earnest. "Survival is the most fundamental instinct a person has and probably the most noble. Dying is easy, but living, surviving, that's an amazing thing." He pauses and runs a hand to smooth Damian's hair. He frowns, but it's in focus, not at Damian. "Your training was chosen for you, thrust upon you even and you managed to survive it. You endured it. If you hadn't done those things, you would have died. You bear that burden instead of taking the easy way out." Georgie's gaze searches Damian's, hoping that his friend doesn't take offense. "All of that was done to you." He shakes his head. "It's a weird perspective and I know that you feel guilty, but you were a victim of the people who were supposed to love you and protect you, not train you like a weapon. You were betrayed before you even knew what the word really meant." He gives pause a final time before finally finishing with, "Defending yourself isn't a crime. You and me? We'll always be alright because you are the strongest man I've ever met."
Damian Wayne	Damian's short hair naturally went back to its normal place, the boy had grown to not shy away from physical contact as much. "Thank you, Georgie." He offers solemnly. Damian manages to not shed a tear. After he explains, he merely just stands there, his emerald eyes calming down a bit. "Once I got here...he took me in, even with my past. He didn't know I even existed." The young man sighed a little, his shoulders raising as if there had been a weight lifted.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie isn't one to give Batman compliments, but he's willing to try one on for size right now. He says softly, "You're his son and he's one of the best men." He flashes a smile and confides, "Besides, he's been practicing for years. He's had plenty of opportunities to mess it up." He pauses then, his eyes get darker as his smile dims. "But, if you need me, I'll always be here for you, okay?" He crosses his heart as he promises, one of the dumb little gestures that seems to just flow from the young doctor. "No matter what. No questions asked."
Damian Wayne	Damian looks back up at Georgie and nods. "I'll remember that." He remembered nearly everything but by saying it he just puts that extra emphasis on it. The teenage hero reaches up and wipes his face.   "You're a lot stronger than I had thought." He offers, looking back to the shred of wood that almost hit him.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie beams and nods at Damian's acknowledgement. His eyes follow Damian's to the shred of wood and he pales and gets nervous again. "Yeah, I guess, but... just... could that be just between us?" He looks back to Damian, eyes shining and pleading. They hippy transitions between emotions as fast as he can punch a pole. "I.. um.. I should show you sometime though. What... uhh... what I've picked up. Just in case."
Damian Wayne	Damian Wayne says, "I guess we both have our secrets to hold now." Damian quips, smirking. The boy had at least normalized himself back to his signature baseline for now. It was easy for him to change, but he'd known how to go at least passably calm for years now. "Just in case?""
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie takes a moment and looks into Damian's face, searching it for a moment. In for a penny, in for a pound. "In case I go crazy again. I might... well... you might need to put me down some day."
Damian Wayne	"Again?" He didn't remember this happening the first time. "What do you speak of?" He asks, shifting his eyes after a second, he was still at odds a bit with what he just divulged.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie nods, fidgeting his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah. Again." He wets his lips and explains, "When I was attending Gotham U, one of my professors was Jonathan Crane. I was the youngest in the department and he sort of... took me under his wing. He was a really cool teacher and I was... going through the whole mutant thing. I was your age pretty much." Georgie's voice gets softer the more he talks. "He was a mentor, I guess. That was all fine, but then I left for Boston for the doctorate program. After my first year, I came back for the summer. I poked around and Dr. Crane offered me a job as a research assistant. Doing an experiment about confronting and defeating fear. After the... volunteers... proved... umm... unresponsive, lets say, he talked me into stepping in instead. He knew some about my mutation." He coughs and then clears his throat. "He was caught and outted as the Scarecrow before I did anything... major... but I needed some extensive therapy. Almost a year in a private facility upstate." He pauses and sighs deeply, a shudder that hints at tears or sorrow in the long slow breath. "If Batman wouldn't have caught him back then, I umm... I don't know that we'd be all that different, if you know what I mean."
Damian Wayne	Damian crosses his arms as he listens. "Crane...oh..." Damian offers, already seeing where this was going. As the story continues, the young boy clenches his own fist, disgusted by the thought. %b Master Damian soon nods, he would have to look at the file more extensively when he got back to the Batcave, the situation itself deserved more investigation.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie nods, looking as exposed as he's ever been. "It's sort of funny. In most cities, I can handle most anything. Aliens, gangs, mafia hitmen, other mutants or metas. Robots not as well, but I come home and everyone is so crazy that they just... infect me." He sighs and shakes his head. "Anyway, yeah." Georgie shifts from one foot to the other and sighs. "Anyway, umm... I think I just want to watch a movie or something. Order every dessert on the menu and watch something that'll make me laugh or somethin'." He smiles wanly and says, "You're welcome to hang if you want, but... I dunno that I'll be too... fun or anything... so it's cool if you have something important."
Damian Wayne	Damian makes his way to the window of the room, looking up at the sky for the signal. It hadn't been lit as of yet, maybe today was an off night for most of the crime. "I think the best pace for me to be..." He pauses, turning to the doctor. "Is here." he says, looking serious. "Unless you want to be alone."
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie smiles and drapes an arm over Damian's shoulders. "Nope. I'll always choose to have you here." He smiles and winks. "I can feel that you care and that's just amazing. And the touches of anger simmering is sort of like... energizing." His smiles and winks. "Sometime when I can focus better, I'll show you if you want. How it feels." He shrugs and moves into the main room, doing just what he advertised. One each of every dessert the joint has to offer and some stupid comedy to just make them laugh or mock. It might be cliche, but it's just what the doctor ordered... for the doctor anyway.