Owner	Pose
Georgie Goodspeed	It's getting late in Titan Tower, but one late night visitor is out on a mission to find the elusive young man known as Robin. Georgie feels he owes a little something to the hero and isn't about to shirk his duties to provide something approaching a proper and hearty thank you for helping out when things were rough in Gotham. Robin isn't the only Titan that the doctor owes a thank you to, but Vorpal will get his gestures in due time. Georgie has signed in and is strolling through where he was directed. He's dressed semi-casually and is carrying a pizza-delivery hot bag with him. The scent emanating from the bag is anything but pizza though. The sweetness of chocolate, peanut butter, brown sugar and cinnamon emanate from the hot bag. Finally he pokes his head into the Crime Lab. It gets a low whistle from the doctor. He's never seen so many bells and whistles in once place. Sure they have a lot of those things strewn around the University, but all in one place? Not to mention all the custom bits? It takes his breath away.
Damian Wayne	Damian had been wrist deep into looking at the hair he was given from the intruder. Though no match had been found, there was a good reason for that. Damian himself was not in any DNA system. He knew that, it in order to keep up the deception he would have to process it. He had planned on destroying the results after he ran the test, and blame it on some issue with equipment.   The tower's system had illuminated Georgie's way, after Damian had given the OK to have the man come in instead of requesting to wait in the lobby. Once the door opened, the young man rose from a stereoscope, his green eyes glimmered for a bit, then he knew what was going to occur. His mask was beside the stereoscope, he didn't reach for it, not now.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie smiles at Damian and dips the hot bag into both hands instead of carrying it butler style. "How's it going, umm, Robin." He glances around, just a little unsure as to how tactful he should be, given just how -wired- this tower seems to be. "I was kind of hanging out tonight and thought, since you've been so cool helping me out and all, that I'd... umm..." He trails off and suddenly sort of realizes that bringing cookies is probably more on the lame side than the good idea. He sits the bag down and pulls out a couple trays of cookies. One tray is filled with the peanut butter cookies with the hershey kiss set in the center. One tray is the classic soft and chewy chocolate chip and the final tray is filled with snickerdoodles. Thanks to the bag, they're all even still warm. "I... well... I made enough to share if you felt like it." He shrugs and suddenly feels awkward. "So... yeah. Thanks for your help with that situation I was in and..." He glances around and just says, "Yeah."
Damian Wayne	Damian raised a curious brow to Georgie, but the smell of cookies was enough to make him wonder why he never tried these before. Chalk it up to his mother and grandfather really.   Damian only chuckles slightly. "Was this my helping you with the Joker situation or was it Damian Wayne helping you in an awkward social situation?" He offers, looking to Georgie. This Damian, the real Damian, wasn't the happy teenager at the party. This was the serious, always just slightly angry boy Georgie really knew.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie calms down as he seems to realize that he doesn't have to protect Damian's identity here. He actually wipes his brow and sighs in relief. "Geez. Okay." He takes a deep, steadying breath and leans against the counter where the cookies are posted. "For the Joker and Harley Quinn thing most specifically." He smiles and jibes, "You didn't really make the party -less- awkward. I wasn't sure how to act since I hadn't officially met my.. umm.. boss." He gestures to the cookies and offers a bit softer, "Try them while they're hot and melty. They're best that way. They came out pretty well, if I do say so myself. My grandmother's recipes. I had to beg for them. Which is hard since she's mostly deaf."
Damian Wayne	Damian had reached out, taking one of the chocolate chip cookies and took a bite. The sweetness hit him like a ton of bricks, mainly cause his taste buds weren't used to such a flavor. "Oh? You never met him?" He of course knew that everyone who worked with or under his father wouldn't actually get to meet him, but he just takes it for granted.   "Is this what normal grandparents do for their grandchildren?" He of course, wouldn't get to meet or know more than just his maternal grandfather, obviously.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie quirks a brow. "Nope. Never met Damian Wayne, ambassador for the Wayne Foundation before. You'd... have... known, I'd guess." Georgie frowns a little at the next question, but has to say, "Not as often as people hope. Families aren't really like that so often anymore. My family was a little on the weird side." He pauses a moment and shrugs. "Honestly, you're probably a little more normal than me in that regard." He thinks a moment and says, "In a more perfect world though, yeah. Grandparents try to spoil their grandchildren. They tend to figure it like a second chance to be better than they were with their own children. Try and fix their mistakes. Be less distracted and more engaged. "My parents didn't mess me up too bad though. Not really, I guess. I can't imagine it was easy dealing with a mutant child that was... so sensitive."
Damian Wayne	"Damian Wayne is hardly your boss. He's just the one who gets to present checks at fundraisers in his father's stead." Damian retorts, with a slight raising of his brows.   "I'll take your word for it, I guess." Damian had already had enough issues with the one grandfather. He kind of likes just talking to the other headstones, for pensive purposes.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie smirks and says, "Anyone that can get me fired with a word is totally my boss. Big Boss's son carries an awful lot of sway, yaknow?" Georgie sighs as he hears Damian's response to grandparents and scuffs his foot on the floor. "I could... umm... share how my grandparents made me feel sometime if you're ever curious. From what I understand about... umm... Thomas and Martha... I bet it would be similar." He smirks. "Although I bet a butler or chef or something would be making the cookies. I bet summer vacations and stuff would be fairly similar." Georgie shrugs and stuffs his hands into his pockets and glances around with another nervous shift of his weight from one foot to the other. "Anyway, did you have a good time at the party? I think the royalty bit is a little much for my comfort personally. Sort of glad I met that Miguel dude for someone to hang out with for a while though. When I first got there I was all, like, 'Oh my god, this is going to suck so hard.'"
Damian Wayne	The serious green eyes simply watch Goodspeed. "No, I wouldn't, but thanks for the idea." A crude joke ad Damian finishes the cookie. "He does bake, Alfred. I never really eat sweets. As much as he likes to bake them, I let my brothers take mine."   Damian notices the difference in Georgie's body language, but of course, he doesn't quite register the root of it. "Oh, yeah...that party. It was a waste of time, but a Wayne has to keep up appearances. It was interesting...being at a party with ones own teammates and them not knowing who I was." An interesting place for a social experiment, but Damian did have a mind of science.
Georgie Goodspeed	George grins and chirps, "That's what friends are for! Good ideas, bad ideas, ridiculously awful, yet exhilaratingly fun ideas..." He leans back against the counter and nods. "Brothers. That's something I don't know much about. Plenty of cousins, but my folks figured one was enough." His lips quirk a little, not exactly happy with that perhaps, but he gives a shrug and it is quickly dismissed. He drums his fingers on his thigh and nods. "Yeah. I can see how that's a little interesting. Secret identities are hard when you're on a team, for sure." He pauses a moment, glancing at Damian with an easy smile. "Did you do anything cool afterwards? I went dancing a while, but then felt guilty so got suited up and patrolled until the wee hours. Nothing remarkable, but... it was good. The new gauntlets work pretty keen. Throwing the little bucklers is therapeutic I think. Like skipping stones. My best was six ricochets before a catch."
Damian Wayne	"You weren't there for it. But Victor Von Doom's...daughter? She sat at our table, with the Titans and Damian. The subject of Doom came up, and of course, the stuck up for Doom. It didn't last long before the whole party almost went to shit and I might have had to suit up. Aquaman summoned the Trident of Atlantis and cracked that Italian marble floor bringing it down to maintain the peace." Damian sighs, smiling. "Pretty badass stuff. And then Damian had to go home, I spent the night patrolling too.   The telling of the story actually shows a little more into just why Damian dresses up in a red, green, and yellow costume fighting crime, he so desperately wants to be a hero, down underneath the anger and hate. Wether it was just fun for him, or trying to impress his father, or another cause, only he knew for sure.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie listens and grins as he hears Damian's story. He's a little awed that the King of Atlantis had to whip out with the Trident. "Holy cow. I totally missed out!" He laughs and gives a self-deprecating smile. "Oh well. I didn't really belong there anyway. Heck I don't belong here." Georgie glances over where Damian was doing the test and asks, "Is that what you're doing? Did you find a clue on your patrol? I only ran across some drug deals and little crap like that." He laughs and then says, "And, just for the record, it's kind of bad for you talking about Damian like he's a separate person."
Damian Wayne	"No, I'm doing this test on my own hair. I went looking into other rooms, learning about the Titans. Someone found out and now I'm doing this charade so I can destroy the evidence." Damian says with a deadpan expression. He wasn't lying, and he wasn't joking.   A moment between glances to the equipment before he looks back up at Georgie. "As you can tell, I put on a bit of an act in public. It almost feels like a different person, not really, but...that version is kinda the kid I never got to be, and probably will not be."
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie watches Damian fairly intently, but just cracks up laughing when Damian describes the hair plight. "You... you..." He laughs a little louder and covers his mouth with a hand until he can form words properly again. "My favorite superspy was caught?" He laughs a little more and has to hold his gut. "Oh my god. You've been watching to many movies with me and got soft, buddy." He sobers some with the problems or intricacies of alternate identities and nods, reaching out to try and give just a friendly pat on Damian's shoulders. "Nah, I get it. I really do. The Damian I know and like isn't exactly what people are going to expect from a Wayne." He pauses and then offers, looking Damian in the eye, "But you have to keep them integrated. Let yourself be that boy sometimes. That boy can protect you from the constant stream of civilization's worst aspects. The taste of normal keeps the darkness from consuming us." He smiles and blushes, looking down. "Just... just be careful, okay?"
Damian Wayne	Damian grimaces a bit until Georgie speaks again. "I was -not- caught! How was I supposed to know Vorpal's boxy hovel was all accounted for!? He found a -single- hair. In a room filled with clutter. What in the f&$+ would notice that?" Another step before the doctor continues. "You afraid I'm going to go all Arkham on someone? I won't, I'm just, not that kind of kid. Hell, even the Titans haven't seen me without my mask on, for that reason alone." He keeps it a little lighter. "But at least you understand, I have to be different out there, without all this." He gestures to his uniform, not a costume, uniform.
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie can't help but giggle at Damian and the litany of excuses he tries. He just uh-huhs, but doesn't rub it in any further. The idea of masks is the more important bit, so he stays on that topic instead. "I do understand. And I'm not suggesting to try and -be- that kid. I'm suggesting letting the idea of that kid keep you grounded. If he's to abstract, it gets easy to lose yourself. To rationalize going just a little further, because the bad guys just... don't have lower limits. That Damian Wayne, that life where a kid can just be happy and carefree," he says gesturing to the mask, "that's earned by someone wearing that mask and being true. When I go out there, I fight for the Georgie that can go to work, help a couple people sort through their problems, and maybe, just maybe, have a better tomorrow than today." Georgie pauses a moment and says, "It's sort of like that saying, 'Monsters we are, lest monsters we become,' with a dash of 'it's better to die the hero than live to become the monster.' Keep that other Damian close to your heart and he'll make sure you don't become the monster. You're fighting for him and every other person that -should- have the prospect of smiling and laughing and dating and wasting time and eating junkfood. We won't ever get to be normal, but those little versions of us keep the average joe and joann that we -should- fight for personal." Georgie pauses and smiles, throwing it all away by saying, "At least, I think that's what I heard Supes say in an interview once." Patently a lie, but far be it for the good doctor to give actual advice and own it. Not to an actual hero. He offers his fist for a bump and says, "I think I'm going to head out. I wanna get back to Gotham and pick a fight." He winks. "Good luck with the hair sample."
Damian Wayne	Damian nods, holding his chin a little as he listens to the pearls of wisdom. If he was anything, it was a good listener to those that earned his attention.   "I understand." He offers, looking back to that hair sample. "it's going to meet a quick dip in some hydrochloric acid, and the results wiped from the system. I don't like the idea of my DNA being in some...database." He will share the cookies with the Titans, but keep some for himself too. He raises a fist to bump, before putting on the mask that conceals his eyes. "Thanks Georgie."
Georgie Goodspeed	Georgie studies Damian for a moment and says softly, "Have you considered not putting it in the database and just telling the truth? I mean, if it's your team, keeping things from them... well... it'll get someone hurt. Trust is important." He smiles and shrugs. "Assuming that they're worth trusting at all. I really only know... umm... Vorpal really." He shrugs and then steps closer and tries for the hug. Whether it's successful or not, he murmurs, "Love ya, D. Mean it." Then the hippy turns, grabbing his bag, and saunters towards the door. "Let me know when you're in Gotham again. Maybe we can hit the streets together one of these nights." He doesn't wait for an answer really, letting himself out and following the arrows back out the way he came.