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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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[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.]