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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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[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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