http://tiniest-tim.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tiniest-tim.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2011-05-07 05:50 pm

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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.]

[identity profile] trainingwing.livejournal.com 2011-05-08 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
slingshots: (is that seriously a giant penny?)

[personal profile] slingshots 2011-05-08 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...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?
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[personal profile] xuffasch 2011-05-08 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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?

[identity profile] trainingwing.livejournal.com 2011-05-08 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
slingshots: (detecting;)

[personal profile] slingshots 2011-05-08 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] xuffasch 2011-05-08 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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. )

[identity profile] trainingwing.livejournal.com 2011-05-09 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
slingshots: (haaaay tim;)

[personal profile] slingshots 2011-05-09 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] xuffasch 2011-05-10 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.

[identity profile] trainingwing.livejournal.com 2011-05-10 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[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?
slingshots: (peer;)

[personal profile] slingshots 2011-05-10 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
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.
]
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[personal profile] xuffasch 2011-05-10 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )

[identity profile] trainingwing.livejournal.com 2011-05-10 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[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...
slingshots: (;yeah right)

[personal profile] slingshots 2011-05-10 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
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?
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[personal profile] xuffasch 2011-05-10 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
( 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)

[identity profile] trainingwing.livejournal.com 2011-05-10 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[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?