Owner	Pose
Damian Wayne	The bat cave wasn't an especially festive place. But given the popularity of the holiday for some of Gotham's rogues to pull off something, it was not a time to take it easy, at least for Damian.   His gear was set out in the armory, ready to go, but Damian himself had a bit of a creative streak currently, and he was designing something new. His sketchbook was laid out next to the batcomputer, and he was transferring some designs into the supercomputer. With things at Titans Tower lately, Damian had been focusing himself to Gotham, and of course, idle hands are the devil's plaything. He was working on upgrades to the Redbird, making almost a cross between a motorcycle and a car.
Carrie Kelley	It was the season to spend with family, and friends, and do all those things that tend to be done around this time of year. Not everyone was filled with seasonal cheer though. While Carrie certainly enjoyed some aspects of it, on the day in question she was far more inclined to find something to do to keep busy. In this case it meant coming back to the cave for the first time in quite awhile. She wasn't at the level yet to be cleared for fully patrolling by the Bat and/or Nightwing standards. That didn't mean she couldn't train. Her footsteps approach heralding her appearance before anything else as she talks quietly on her cellphone tucked between ear and shoulder. "You sure he won't be upset? I mean you know him more than me. I won't get in the way as it is." Carrie pauses on the steps down to the cave proper looking it over with a small thoughtful frown. There WAS someone at the computer--Someone she recognized even from here. "... Hey is there an echo on this phone?" She finally asks reaching up to grasp her phone glancing at it. Didn't sound right.
Dick Grayson	Dick Grayson hasn't been to the Bat Cave this much in a very long time. Since he had struck out on his own, he had made a very real point to try to be his own man, and divorce himself from the necessity of relying too much on the resources of his father and mentor, Bruce Wayne. That isn't to say that he didn't like being here. It was, and always will be, home to him. If anything, that fact alone is why he often tries to visit only rarely, during times when he is needed, while maintaining his own independence. Separate, but still connected.     But, now, he is needed. And so, the prodigal son has been lingering about in Gotham like the ghost of Christmas Past, training a new member of the family, one Carrie Kelley, and keeping an eye on his latest successor, Damian. For Carrie, it was a matter of simply making certain that she wasn't going to get herself killed needlessly in pursuit of something she had clearly set her mind on doing, with or without the blessing of the Bat. In the end, she had received it. With Damian, things are a bit more complicated. It's more personal. He knows that Damian needs guidance, and that he needs to see the world outside of the mission. Which is something that Bruce, for all his merit and good intentions, is not equipped to do.     "You're fine. And no, there isn't an echo," comes Dick Grayson's suede voice, echoing through the large, open chambers of the cave, as well as through Carrie's phone. "You need to train. There's no better place to do that than the cave. You need to fight. There's no better person to train against than..."     Here, Dick looks over to the computer. "Damian! Are you seriously sulking over the computer on Christmas? You're what... Seven years old now? You should be having fun! Aaaaaand I know someone who needs a sparring partner..."
Damian Wayne	He was busy typing and drawing on the batcomputer, but Damian was definitely able to multitask. "You know exactly how old I am, Grayson. Sulking implies I am moody, but I am enjoying this. And I gave up fun when I gave up killing." The additional voices in the cave only had Damian fuming a bit. "You hate her that much that you want me to spar against her? I didn't think you had the stones, Grayson." He adds, smirking.
Carrie Kelley	"NO ONE could mistake him for seven," comes Carrie's first remark as that instinctive urge to defend her student kicks in. Of course in this instance he wasn't her student. Instead Carrie clicks her phone off with an arched eyebrow as she regards Dick with a faintly amused expression. After Damian speaks though, her free hand snap-points at him with a nod. "Plus he would wipe the floor with me. I'm well aware of how capable Damian is and I am no where near that yet." In spite of the topic she does glance toward Damian while she finishes coming down the stairs. "Merry Christmas, Damian. You too, Dick."
Dick Grayson	"Oooh. Look out. We got a badass over here!" Grayson quips, shaking his hands at either side of his face akin to the meme, as a slow creeping smile starts to take root on his face. His ice blue eyes sparkle with mirth, and he gives an upnod to the Boy Wonder, before settling his spandex clad rear end on the desk beside his sketches. "We both know that killing isn't fun, no matter how twisted your mom tried to bring you up. But you know what IS fun? Gorging yourself on Alfred's Christmas ham and going into a food coma while watching A Christmas Story, and Alfred's ham has about twenty minutes left in the oven, so we gotta get this sparring done quick."     He looks between Damian and Carrie, and shrugs his shoulders. "It'll be good for both of you. Damian, hold yourself back so she can keep up. It'll help you with maintaining discipline and restraint, so you don't wind up going too hard on someone who can't take it. Like Jason did. And for Carrie, it'll be a challenge. She doesn't have the skill she needs to win. In order to get her there, we need to get her real experience, and we need her to learn, on her own, to overcome and adapt. And quicken her reflexes."     He folds his arms across his chest, still clutching his phone in his hand, and turning his attention back to Carrie fully. "And merry Christmas, Carrie. You're invited for the ham and movie, too, by the way. Normally it's a bit of a family affair, but it seems like this year we'll be going without Tim and Bruce."
Damian Wayne	Damian was dressed in track pants and a black turtleneck. It was very plain, but it was what he usually wore before suiting up.   "Restraint? Every day I go out there restraint is all I do." He shrugs it off, looking to Carrie. "Oh yes, it is Christmas, isn't it?" He says that without sarcasm, he genuinely didn't connect the date with the holiday.   "You do realize I won a tournament to find the best fighter in the world, right?" He asks, looking directly to Dick. "I'll spar her, but it's not going to be fun for you, Kelley."
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley wasn't wearing anything overly special herself; just a pair of red and white Christmas pattern leggings and an oversized sweater that was almost, but not quite, a dress. That along with sneakers was the height of her fashion right now. At the very least her choice of clothing did make it easy to move in as well as keep the chill off. "I don't really celibrate Christmas much," Carrie remarks with a glance toward Nightwing and the invitation. "But thank you. I might take you up on it after." She might NEED a break after. Looking back to Damian she just takes a deep breath to fight off that little unease she feels about this situation. It was bad enough he'd only recently learned that she had his identity revealed to her. Now sparring? Her head dips toward him a single time. "You'd be doing me a disservice if it were fun. So then... I guess we should get to this. Otherwise the ham might dry out." Reaching down, arms crossing in front of her, she grasps the edge of her sweater to pull it off overhead while walking past Nightwing and Damian on her way toward the sparring area. Beneath it she wore an underarmor shirt. She'd come here to practice after all and a chunky knit sweater was not going to be a good way to do that. With a smirk she flips the sweater out back toward Nightwing. "Hang onto that would you? Let's go, Damian."
Dick Grayson	"You also won a contest to find the most egocentric tiny tot in the world, but we don't go on bragging about that. Besides, unless you squared off with Richard Dragon, Shang-Chi, or any of the..." He trails off. Sifu Dragon would be an excellent person to get involved in bringing Carrie's martial arts skills up to snuff in a quick period of time. Hell, Damian could evenprobably learn a thing or two from the true master. Dick lifts one hand, cupping his chin as he scowls in thought. He wonders if Dragon might be around, and if so, if he might be persuaded to teach a green rookie and a hot headed child lessons that they would find valuable. For all of Dick's ability to lead, and to draw out the best in people, both of them could use the guidance of someone more experienced, both with the art of fighting and with the patience and temperament of a grandmaster.     "You don't need to celebrate Christmas to enjoy ham, or a fun Christmas movie," Dick says to Carrie, as he catches her sweater and deposits it on the desk beside him. For completeness, Grayson is wearing his own training gear. For him, that consists of black spandex leggings and an electric blue tank top, with running shoes of light grey, with bright, electric blue highlights. Sweatbands in blue, with a black stripe around each wrist. Nothing special. He looks like... a gymnast. Go figure.     "Hey... This can be fun if you let it. Some of my best memories were sparring Bruce when I had NO idea of how to fight, or how I would make what he taught me my own. You should have seen how clumsy I was trying to fight like him. All brute force and technical skill. None of my own flare and finesse. I learned a lot, and had a blast along the way."
Damian Wayne	Damian's pale green eyes look over the computer screen and clicks out of it. "Fine." He says, not pointed, simply matter-of-factly. "I'm the youngest master assassin in the League of Assassins, trained from birth to succeed the Demon's Head himself. Richard Dragon be damned, I've proven myself three hundred times over." Yeah, total brat. But that was Damian.   The youngest Robin readies himself, by popping his neck a couple times, and bowing to Carrie. Since she was the less experienced student, he would allow her the starting salvo.
Carrie Kelley	"I apprecite you helping me out then to make sure I don't fall to someone of lesser skill in the future," Carrie remarks to Damian with a soft smile. It's all she offers before dipping into a bow of her own. While she may not have been at this as long as either of them, she did have a Sifu she trained under. That was already ingrained into her without a second thought. As she rises from the bow she slides one foot back to twist her center of gravity so that she leads with one side making a smaller target for her opponent. Both hands start to rise as her green eyes fix on him... Then flicker away, focusing past his shoulder. They widen in surprise even as her jaw goes slack with a quick breath. "Boss!" She blurts out. There's a slight twitch to her muscles as she starts to move out of her ready stance, apparently prepared to call the sparring right there due to the supposed arrival of the Bat. She may not be a master assassin, or an experienced vigilante, but by god she was a good actress.
Damian Wayne	Damian stands, turning around to find his father and almost immediately throws his voice. "What the hell is going on down here?!" He says in Batman's voice. From the angles of the cave, Carrie would hear it coming from behind her and to the right.
Carrie Kelley	It didn't matter. Carrie was already moving the second he turns around. Whether she would be fooled by her own trick or not remains to be seen as she ducks down bringing her back trailing arm forward to throw a punch at his kidneys attempting to catch him off guard enough and in a potentially sensitive spot, to not be completely trounced. Besides... He HAD told her about his voice trick once before.
Damian Wayne	Damian's ploy hadn't worked. Through as Carrie lunges to punch Damian, he crouches down, and makes a leap to backflip over Carrie.   Damian lands with both feet and immediately readies to block any hits.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley uses the momentum of her punch to spin around on the balls of her feet. The only thought in her head right now is 'don't let him behind you!' Around she comes, bringing her elbow back at the same time with her motion. Better to strike out than let him get comfy out of her sight. Even if it may not hit.
Damian Wayne	The elbow makes for a bit of an interesting go. Damian grasps the elbow, attempting to lock his forearm with Carrie's. The boy would try for a couple of hits to the midsection on Carrie. The hits were light, only enough to get the point across.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley lets out a quick breath so that the wind isn't knocked from her during those hits. They're taken quietly but with a grimace. Sure he could have done worse--She could have broken ribs. As his forearm was locked in hers she tries to use it to her advantage by moving into a throw. From here on out she just tries to keep her distance, and get quick strikes if possible. But she's wary of getting in close to him again.
Damian Wayne	Damian is easily thrown, being as light as he is. Damian lands and keeps light on his feet, now he was on the offensive. An assassin was most comfortable in the air to make surgical strikes. He jumps up, and prepares a big aerial kick towards Carrie.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley just stares a moment. The style she'd been training in didn't really have arial kicks so she has no clue how to counter. Other than dodging to the side. That's more based on her own theories though. Like why does someone run straight away from a building or tree falling at them instead of to the side where they might get away? Most of this is just dodging now on her part.
Damian Wayne	Damian's kick dodged, but his bit in the spar was to vague her speed, amongst other variables.   The two continued for about ten minutes, the two came out with some light bruises, but nothing too hard.   But all in all, the two had worked up a good sweat, and there was soon plenty of Christmas ham to be had, and a movie.