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WHO: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Carrie Kelley, Damian Wayne
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: 2am, just in time for the ~*magic*~
WARNINGS: Tim and Damian in the same room, therefore potential violence, definite name calling, and Bat-angsting.
SUMMARY: Some Robins get together to watch old movies, when suddenly, two of them are much younger than they should be.
FORMAT: Quick to start, tag in however you like :3

[Tim hadn't exactly been keen on having Dick and Damian over to the Tower to "bond" by watching movies. Okay, so he would have been fine with it if it'd just been Dick visiting, but apparently the new approach was to try and force Tim and Damian to co-exist in a room for a few hours without trying to kill each other and see if it improved their "brotherly" relationship in the slightest. Tim was skeptical, and right up until the last possible moment he entertained ideas of running to Tibet until Dick left, but in the end he figured he might as well try, for Dick's sake.

And yeah, he'd asked Carrie to join them as something of a moral support, but it wasn't like she had many chances to bond with the other (ex- and current) Robins all together, and she was as much a part of the family as any of them.

Which was how he'd ended up sat on the couch, watching Bogart on the reasonably nice Titans' TV screen.

He forgot all of that, though, when it hit roughly two o'clock and he turned ten. From his point of view, he'd just been at home, reading, and now... suddenly, there was a bowl of popcorn in his lap? And he had no idea where he was, or who was sat next to hi-

oh.

Oh that was Dick Grayson ohthatwasDickandhewas right there -

Commence awed staring in silence.]

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[ Man, these old movies are weird. She gaining some kind of appreciation for them, and the crappy special effects are almost kind of charming, but they're still weird. The plots take forever for one thing. People from the 00's sure had more patience than the 30's-dwellers.

Semi-invested in the movie like she is, she doesn't notice the change right away. Just keeps sneaking a hand in to steal some of Tim's popcorn, eyes on the screen. ]

_{( If anyone had thought to ask Damian whether he thought “movie night” was a good idea, he could have saved everyone a lot of time by saying no, it most emphatically was not, long before it even started. And certainly before Grayson and Drake shrunk.

Not that he noticed that part right away. He was sitting on the floor, back against the couch, scowling and making stupid comments about just about everything that happened in the movie. If he wasn’t going to enjoy this, then no one else was, either. And it wasn’t as if he was enjoying it a little, when he decided to say— )}

Drake, stop being useless and hogging the popcorn.

Edited 2011-05-07 18:02 (UTC)

[Dick's about a second from nudging Damian with his foot a little harder than he might have otherwise - damnit, he'd been sure they were making progress with the concept of sharing. It's right there on the tip of his tongue, all ready to say. go to the kitchen and get your own.

...And then it's all forgotten in the next second when he opens his eyes and sees... Bogart. They're watching Bogart. He's on a couch he doesn't recognize with kids he doesn't know, watching Bogart. Watching Bogart in costume.

Dick lunges for the back of the sofa, upsetting the bowl of popcorn in that one kid's lap before he clears him. A vantage point. A place to start.]

...What just happened?

[Tim was just about to pass Damian the popcorn with a quiet "sorry" - even if he's a complete stranger who somehow knows his name, there's no need to stop being polite - when he's jostled by Dick's movements, and the bowl goes flying.

And Dick is on the back of the sofa, and he's Robin and he doesn't know what's going on either. This is the weirdest kidnapping he's ever so much as heard of, and he's somehow part of it, and that's not supposed to happen.

He squishes himself back into the corner of the couch and grabs a pillow to hide behind, mostly, just peeking over the top. Not... an entirely logical reaction, but it has a certain reassuring aspect to it.]

[ It's Dick's sudden move that tips her off, and his voice that lets her know something is definitely off. That's not the voice of the guy they'd sat down to a movie with. And then she glances over and -- oh. Sees her own costume. On the original wearer, no less. ]

Um.

[ She glances at Tim, because that's just what you do when things are going strangely -- and fails to see him at all. There's just a kid, half hidden behind a pillow. Okay, maybe she sees Tim, if she looks closely enough in the darkness. Very small Tim.

She looks at Damian last, and -- oh thank God, she's not sure what she'd do if he were some toddler putting terrible things into his mouth. She turns back to the front again, watching the screen without actually seeing it. ]

Kinda hate the City, sometimes.

_{( When Dick moves suddenly, it takes Damian only about a half a minute to do the same, jumping up from his spot on the floor and whipping around violently. His gaze first falls to Carrie, who is, thankfully, unchanged, but it’s her remark that gives Damian the chance to look at the other two and wonder just what the hell is going on. )}

No kidding.

_{( His voice comes out as more of a growl that he meant, probably because Damian is now looking at the original Robin with something bordering on manic hate. The reason for this is probably a combination of things, starting with the fact that Grayson’s familiar presence is gone, and ending with the fact that it is now replaced with someone wearing his identity.

Everything hasn’t clicked in his mind, yet; on some level he realizes this must be Grayson, and that something has affected him and not Carrie or Damian, but it hasn’t sunk in yet. It’s only when Damian glances over at Tim, and sees him behind the pillow, that his expression turns almost feral and he lets out a derisive laugh. )}

Drake?

[Tim frowns back at Damian - he doesn't seem to be much older than Tim himself, but that isn't really comforting in the face of that combined reaction to him and Dick. Anyone who could look at Robin with that much hatred isn't someone he wants to know, he figures, and it makes it all the more worrying that he knows Tim's name and, apparently, doesn't like him very much, from the laughter.]

Um, yeah, that's - me. Who are you?

[And what is he doing here, and why, and... his grip on the pillow tightens a little, but he's not afraid, he's not. Dick is here, which means he's safe, and Batman must be close, too.]

[And that brings the list of people in the room who might actually have a clue right back to zero. Which means it’s time for Robin to take charge.

He takes a little hop down off the sofa, taking care to position himself in between the Drake kid and Mr. Scowlface. Just in case.]

Nobody knows how they got here. Right?

[ She's about to correct him, but... ]

Right. All just... showed up.

[ A chance to see the original Robin in action? No way is she going to ruin that one. She aims a forcible nudge with her foot at Damian's back as she says it. Not a word, Damian, is the message in that one. ]

Edited 2011-05-08 14:10 (UTC)

_{( Damian turns around to glare at Carrie, this time--because honestly what could she possibly be aiming at. Still, she is the only person he technically knows in the room to any level now, and if she has an idea he doesn't want to be the one to ruin it. Maybe her plan is a more feasible version of "you've just gone selectively back in time, trust us". So all Damian does is role his eyes and let out a bit of a huff. )}

Right. We're all as clueless as you seem to be.

[Despite the fact that he's been busily staring in quiet awe at Dick's back (this is the closest he's been to the other boy since the circus and he's a hero now and it's a little bit dizzying to be in the same room, let alone with Dick kind of sort of protecting him from the angry kid) Tim pays attention to the conversation, too, and he gives Damian a sharp look at that comment.]

Then how did you know my name?

[He'd sort of been assuming there was some history there with those too. Only apparently only one of them knows about it. There's something here he's not quite getting, and somehow that's almost more unsettling then being in the Batcave one second and here in this... compound the next. He needs to break through to the edge of it, somehow.]

...So, um. Okay. Let's do role call. I'm Robin. Who're- [He casts an expectant glance over at the redhead. Maybe better to start with the neutral party.]

[ ...oh. Well, good to know Tim had always been sharp, at least. And now she's got a quick choice to make. Give up and come straight, or keep up the act? Telling the truth was likely to come with all sorts of complications... So, a lie.

She's got it in two seconds. ]

I... think I knew that. [ cue wide eyes, a perplexed look. ] Robin, I mean. And Drake... [ a glance over at Tim ] Tim Drake, right? And Damain, I think. ...Weird. Any of you know me, or is this just one-way?

_{( Damian gives her an incredulous look, at that. He's not sure exactly what she's playing at, or what she's hoping to achieve, but he's tired of doing nothing, anyway. )}

Right. Robin, Drake, and Carrie. _{( Normally he'd call her by surname, too, but she had only ever introduced her first name to him so it just sort of stuck. )}

Now that we've gotten done with introductions, can we figure out what the hell is going on?

[That was kind of suspicious. Why would Carrie know them when they didn't know her? Or at least, Tim didn't. And there was the continued sense that Carrie and Damian were in some sort of silent collusion here, although to what end, Tim couldn't really tell. But they were acting suspicious, and that meant the only one he could trust was Robin. It also meant that maybe, if they really knew what was going on and were somehow tied into this - kidnapping? Were they supposed to lull him and Dick in a false sense of security by playing confused, kidnapped kids too? - maybe he should play along instead of trying to blow their cover before he was totally sure.

Or maybe, he should leave the detective work to Robin. Either way...]

Okay. I don't know anyone but, um, Robin, and that's only from the news, so. Finding out what's going on and where we are would be... good.

[The story doesn’t shake out. Not even a little bit. But on the other hand, maybe he needs to let this play out a little bit more before he tries calling them on it. He eyes up Carrie and Damian, looking for telltale signs of half-truths. It’s pretty easy to pick out in most kids, but right now even that little reassuring certainty is eluding him.

He hesitates another second, then speaks up decisively.]

Maybe they didn’t lock us in. We should look around and see what’s here.

[-a little half-glance at Tim. The one kid who doesn’t seem to be involved is probably the best choice to isolate first.]

...So let’s split up. Drake’s with me.

[ She can tell they're not buying it, and chooses to blame Damian. Glaring at her when she starts putting together her fabrication? Yeah, real smooth. None of the annoyance shows, though. ]

You-- ["figure" is probably not the best word choice. If she pulls out her 2030's slang, it's just one more thing to explain. ] --really think that's a good idea? We don't even have a way to stay in contact if someone finds something. [ ...and, yeah, maybw that's greed talking, but she really wants to see him in action. ]

_{( Damian is beginning to think the easiest way to deal with this is to tie the two of them up and throw them in a closet until they turn back. He has a feeling this would not go over well, however. But Carrie's plan doesn't seem to be working all that well, either. Either way, one thing's clear: there is no way Grayson and Drake are going off alone, since they are clearly incompetent and will get themselves killed. )}

Yeah, great idea. Because you obviously want to have to protect him in a fight and have no one to watch your back.

_{( Fights, what fights? Who knows. Damian is just making stuff up now because clearly more lies will solve everything. )}

[Tim's heart feels like it's about to leap out of his chest when Dick suggests they split up and he goes with him - but of course, that's not going to fly with these other two kids. The reaction makes him frown, and not just because it means missing out on teaming up with Dick, however little help he might be if they really do get into a fight; it's another mark of suspicion against them, and he makes a note to try and at least talk to Dick alone at some point.

But for now, he pushes the pillow away and slides off the couch, standing a little behind Dick and maybe just grabbing the edge of his cape a little. It's good if Carrie and Damian think he's more scared and confused than he really is, right?

Right. Defiantly:]

I can stay out of the way in a fight, he doesn't have to protect me. But he could anyway, he's Robin.

[Okay okay, reeling the fanboy part back in a little, ahem.]

What if we... met back here in ten minutes? After exploring. That's enough to go a little way but not too far and um, if anyone doesn't show up then the others know which direction to look in and it... shouldn't take so long to get to them that it's too late, right?

[Now he’s got ‘em. He doesn’t quite look back at Tim again, but for the first time in a while he knows there’s someone else on the same track he is. That kid is sharper than he looks. He hides a little smirk and shrugs.]

Guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay together. As long as we’re all in the same boat, I mean.

[He cocks his head a little and looks Damian in the eye through his mask.]

I bet I’m the only one here with combat training, anyway.

[ oh. please, Damian, don't say anything. She carefully avoids looking at him, hoping he'll know better on his own. This act might yet be salvaged, right? ]

Right. [ she says it quick, hopefully before anyone else gets a chance to agree or disagree. ] And if it's dangerous, we could need that. Prevention's a better idea than hope we find them in time, anyway. [ sorry, Tim. ]

_{( Damian has officially given up all hope. Because now he is officially annoyed with Carrie for her weird secretiveness, irritated with Tim for being pathetic, and just plain angry with Dick for shrinking. This is a complex and ultimately unhealthy blend of emotions for someone his size. )}

Yeah, right, whatever. Let's just do something.

[At least they seem pretty willing to follow instructions. For the time being, at least.

He shrugs, then moves cautiously towards the nearest door. He's not quite surprised when it opens without a hitch.

Little glance back:]

Who's coming?

[Tim doesn't bother saying anything, he just follows close behind Dick. And, okay fine, he lets go of his cape tail.

He is a little surprised the door opens so easily. Hmm. The question is, where does it lead?]

Everyone, far as I can tell. [ a quick little glance at Damian with that. Do you really want to put up with this? They could find some excuse for him to take off.

She doesn't bother push forward, though. It's just going to be the infirmary-- not much to see there. So she'll leave all trail blazing to Dick and Tim. ]

_{( Damian almost considers storming back off to the couch, but then he would be all alone and probably go crazy wondering what was happening with the rest of them. He just shrugs and follows along ten steps behind. )}

[It looks like an infirmary. Which would... actually sense if that's the living area, back there.

Suddenly conscious of the small audience behind him, he reaches into his utility belt and then carefully swipes the nearest countertop for prints. No real way to run them until he gets back to the Batcave, but it should help them rule out a few of the usual suspects.

He moves ahead a little, reaching out a glove to touch of another, almost familiar console.]

Kind of looks like people live here...

[To Tim, it seems a little bit creepy - it doesn't help that the lights are off and there are exactly four beds (with medical restraints hanging under them neatly) in the room, spaced out enough that there's clearly room for curtains and the medical equipment.

He can't really do much other than follow Dick and observe, which he does - part of that observation is how oddly unenthusiastic Carrie and Damian are about actually exploring, for all the earler talk. Hm.]

Wonder where they are.

Not here, either way.

[ She makes a decent show of looking around, but... her heart's not in it. Not when they could be finding their way outside, and into potential action. (And some part recalls the communicators-- she's gotta check hers, see if this is happening to everyone. It probably is.)

Eventually she steps back to the door again. ]

Nothing in here. You think we should find our way outta here?

_{( Damian isn't saying anything; he's not even bothering to look around. He's not exactly sure what the point of this entire game is, and he's temped to blurt out something stupid. But he doesn't, just crosses his arms over his chest and waits by the doorway.

After a moment, he calls out, mimicking Tim's younger voice for a minute before dropping it sardonically. )}

Gee, this is really exciting. Can we move on, now?

Edited 2011-05-10 03:25 (UTC)

[and again with that off-kilter lack of urgency from those two. As if he really is the only person in the room who's just been spontaneously teleported.

Well, him and maybe Tim. He turns narrows his eyes, though the effect might be lost a bit behind his mask.]

You got something better to do?

[Get out of here... right, if they want to do that, they might need medical supplies. After all, they still don't know what's out there - or at least, he and Dick don't. Tim slips quietly over to one of the brushed steel cupboards and starts going through it, letting Dick handle the talking and hoping an argument isn't going to break out. He finds some bandages and antiseptic wipes, but he only has so much room in his pockets. If only he had his camera bag.

Hm.

A little more searching, lower down, and he finds what he needs - a small emergency satchel that's still a little too big for him, and already stocked with a first aid kit and bottled water. Whoever was setting this place up, they were pretty good at organising, Tim thinks. He stuffs the bandages and wipes inside, and wonders if there's anything else here they might need before they move on - they shouldn't really need more than the basics, though. And food. Food would be good, and he kind of mouths "kitchen" to himself.]

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