Damian Wayne
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jan 30, 2013 18:43:39 GMT -5
Damian withdrew yet another knife from somewhere within his suit, rivaling Stephanie's staff with an offended scowl. "I can't betray my father like that; let you take his things, defile his monuments, blow up his back door and then leave! It's a shame to everything he was!" he spat, looking unwavering in his decision.
But for a split second, curiosity broke through his ten year old mind, running wildly into him and taking his stationary judgement. He had softened there, but he was mighty grumpy about it.
"What's in the bag, and who handed your butt to you?" he growled. It'd be typical of her to offer up a case to him that she couldn't handle, and try to get something from it.
"I'll have to thank them..." he added lowly, mocking her.
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Stephanie Brown "Batgirl"
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Jan 30, 2013 20:32:04 GMT -5
He was ten, so Stephanie towered over him. Odd, how Damien somehow made her feel no larger though. She motioned to give him a little jab with the end of the staff when he got the blade out. "I wasn't defiling I was... prettying. You boys need to make room for us girls in here. All the events of today can be blamed on you guys and your fear of cooties."
Whether or not she got the poke in she'd bring the staff back, planting it against the ground at her side. "Actually, I was beating him!" She snorted. Okay, so, not exactly true. He'd thrown her against some barrels. She'd punched him in the side. Somehow, the scales seemed weighed in a direction not in her favor. "Then some New York...ians came, and I had to get them away because they all decided to take in the sights of Gotham."
"There's just old parts of armor in the bag. Your dad had to order bulk or it would look odd, so there was plenty laying about. It's not like I went in with lefty scissor and cut his suits up for gadgets. I'd just like a little thicker plating between my vital organs and oncoming blades and bullets." She put her free hand up innocently. "Is that to much to ask for? And I'm not telling you until I'm in the lift with my things, heading ground level."
She waved the stick at him again. "Some people can't be trusted."
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Damian Wayne
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jan 31, 2013 3:51:25 GMT -5
Damian scoffed, smacking the staff harshly, but had lowered his own sharp instrument. They seemed to have passed that state, letting guards down to have a mature conversation.
"There's going to be a strict 'No Girls Allowed' rule for this cave after we're through today!" he promised threateningly. "And what did you beat him in? Slapping like a girl? Cause you do." he remarked, while not so subtly pointing out that she revealed the gender of her precious 'deal'.
"Fine. We'll talk. But I hold the loot, and you do not get the bike." he growled, pulling the sack of material from the wall, and heading towards the lift. Not that it looked like the bike was going anywhere anyways.
"I hope you watch that abominably revealing mouth when you're flapping away to villains." Damian growled in annoyance, "You'd probably expose the whole damned family if we let you out more often..."
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Stephanie Brown "Batgirl"
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Jan 31, 2013 4:07:28 GMT -5
"I am a girl." She called at his back, following anyway. "What's your excuse?"
She stopped inside the lift, holding out her hand. "Out of the two of us, who attacked the other today? Give me the sack, I tell you all you need to know. I won't start the lift till your satisfied, but then I'm gone and you can go put on your Starwars pajamas on and call it a job mostly done."
She waited, but not so patiently. It was early, she was down a very much desired bike, and she was pretty sure it was possible to overdose on Damian Wayne. Something about his use of archaic words made her feel insecure - and she was the one in college.
"Also, you don't let me do anything. Now give me the armor, before I regret even offering you this. It is so worth the Batcycle."
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Damian Wayne
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jan 31, 2013 4:27:04 GMT -5
"I don't want to be forced to prostrate a girl, no matter how contemptible she is." he called back over his shoulder. He could be truly touching at times. When she stopped he crossed his arms, bag in hand as he glared at her skeptically raising a brow, his dark mask rising with it.
"We can sit here for as long as you like and I'm not going to hand over this sack. We're doing this by my rules, and if you don't start the lift we sit here longer. I wonder who's going to come back from their mission of diversion first and ask about the colossal hole in the bat-cave?" he sniffed. "All lipstick trails point to you." he reminded her.
"And for your information we make a great effort to keep you from doing anything because you like to leave massive holes in walls." he pointed out, "Now which one does that leave not to be trusted, Brown?"
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Stephanie Brown "Batgirl"
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Jan 31, 2013 4:36:10 GMT -5
"You haven't been hugged much in your life, have you Damian?" She said dryly. "And if someone hadn't locked me out of the Batcycle - I'll assume that was your handiwork - there wouldn't be a hole. And lipstick cleans off."
She looked over at the crater and shrugged. "Oh, it doesn't look that bad really. Dick probably wont even notice."
"How about this - I tell you the who, you give me the bag, I tell you the where. Crack detective like you shouldn't even need the where, being so evolutionarily advanced above us simple girls, so it's like you winning only not. Your not to proud for that, are you Wayne?"
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Damian Wayne
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jan 31, 2013 4:48:04 GMT -5
"Hugs are for girls, and I feel obligated to remind you that holes don't wash away." he muttered lowly, not budging an inch when she once again demanded the bag. Instead he glared right back up at her, not phased by their height difference in the slightest.
"You should be aware by now that I'm not deceived by your slanders." he spat back stubbornly, "Start the lift. I'm seriously considering giving you the bag just so we can ascend and I can push you off on the way up." he threatened.
"Pull the lever, Brown!" he demanded. That phrase was perhaps the only representation that suggested Damian had a shred of a normal childhood.
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Stephanie Brown "Batgirl"
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Jan 31, 2013 5:00:26 GMT -5
Her lips quivered, but she managed not to laugh. If anyone loved childish films, it was Stephanie Brown. "Let the record state," she grabbed the lever, "I don't speak squirrel."
She pulled down, and the old mechanism complained loudly as they began to rise. It might have been a clue, when the amusement died off in her face, that the news held weight. "I figure you should know anyway - I'm not the only one John wants to shield from the craziness out there. Bane's back, Damian. I ran into him in the Narrows, doing who knows what... I had to get those people out, so things got extremely up close and personal. There's no question it was him."
She watched the ten year old closely, waiting to gauge his reaction. She'd given it all up, though she hadn't planned to give in so easily. Once she started, it was hard to forget just how deeply Bane had wronged the youngest Wayne. For just a moment, it was about more than their power struggle.
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Damian Wayne
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jan 31, 2013 5:13:56 GMT -5
Initially? Well there was a few feelings. Most prominent among them shock. And for a split second he let his guards down and it showed, also mingled with something much more emotional than one could think possible of Damian. But just as quickly as it was there, it wasn't. Gone, and replaced with something harsher, and maybe even more powerful.
He was pissed. And it was clear.
"So that over sized scumbag is back, and you thought it was yours to keep from the rest of us until you could get a hold on some considerably more flashy suit?" he asked. His tone wasn't a harsh as expected. Actually, it was calm before the storm.
"What kind of miracle to you think you are that you were going to bargain your way around Bane?" he snarled, "You can't tell me you thought you were going to handle him on your own? Like you'd actually have a chance? Course not... That's why you had to tell me. This is why no one wanted you to be Batgirl! Does your fellow female know about this? Never mind..." Damian became spitting out a series of different thoughts, followed by a few more thoughts which were much more unkind, and then a few names directed at Stephanie.
For a ten year old, he had a colorful vocabulary.
"You should have just told me from the start, but a deal's a deal." he tossed the bag to her once the lift had lurched to the top, and pushed his way out. "You're going to need that anyways. I hope Bane kicked your ass, Brown." Damian barked, making his own steady storm as he pushed the book-case open and advanced into the mansion.
"I've got a very specific Oracle in mind that I need to talk to..."
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