*yay! Those responses made his mouth twitch a little* That is kind of difficult, after having had to be something all the time. *they all had positions they had to be perfect at.*
... uhoh. You didn't know about that. *SPOILERS!* He sort of had to.
And like may be an imprecise term. I used to think he was a joke, though, and unworthy of the name. That... changed.
*... smile. He knew Cassandra Cain sounded wonderful. Robin's face eases into almost a smile back. Though he knows what he says next will probably not be very smile-keeping.*
Background that might help and you will eventually know anyway. My name is Damian Wayne. My mother is Talia al Ghul, and Father did not know about me until I was ten. I suspect we share at least some training.
Grayson... *how do words?* He's still joking as Batman, though to select audiences. He does smile. Jolly Batman. He can be an idiot sometimes, but... we work well enough. Maybe better than well enough. Mother called him my circus oaf. She doesn't get him... at all.
Maybe. Probably better. Mother trained me to be the Batman, and from there ruler of the world. *that sounds like Talia, right?* But she didn't really have any idea what they are like. What they are about.
*small shrug.* I can't really be either of them, anyway. *not that he isn't still trying to be like Father. Who knows if he even can?*
*small nod. She understands. And probably understands how distant that is from the League. That's... soothing, somehow.* The world doesn't need to be ruled by one person. Or ruled. That won't stop a psychopath from setting up fights to the death between children off the streets *look who's talking!* and then offing the winners himself. A ruler of the world wouldn't care about things like that.
*but the Bats do. And Damian found out that he does, too. Personally.*
I'm not sure I have a choice. Eventually. Or that I want one. *It's still a thing - after all, he can't shake all that conditioning quickly. Plus, what else is he good for?*
*Cain, stop that. Damian has NO idea how to deal with people that actually like him. Even on slightly incomplete data, though she can guess more than a random person. He just... blinks at her, his eyes a little wider. As much as he can react, between rarity and all the ways he's been taught that feeling things is a weakness.*
[Damian, you are precious. Cassandra's just beaming at him, now, because it's pretty clear how rare it is for him to be emotional like this, how strange it is to accept compliments.]
*A small part of him is suddenly understanding those animated characters whose arms flail so much that they blur. He's never comprehended the glimpses, before.
He tentatively, slightly smiles back, reaching to shake her hand in return.*
Cain. *beat, and he corrects himself, quietly. She said she was searching for identity* Cassandra.
*and, after a moment, almost shyly pulls his hand back - only to greet her with a Namaste.*
[Her eyes widen, slightly, and then she just looks absolutely delighted before responding in kind. Bruce had taught her that; it was one of the first gestures she'd learned that wasn't violent.]
He's been doing some growing up in his game, but WOW! <3
*Oooh. He wouldn't have any idea about that. It's been a part of his training (manners, see, ruler of the world), but it's possibly the first time he is this close to fully meaning it.
And, after a moment.*
Good... luck in the new world you may be going to.
... *makes him almost squirm, too, what is this sunshine in a person's look? At him? What if he's doing something wrong, or, worse, does something wrong later and disappoints her, too? But, deep breath.*
Oh, yeah. Space station beside a rift in time and space. Run by an insane sadistic AI. I'm not even in my own body right now, there.
They really can. Ahh I wish they'd had this kind of interaction in canon.
*If he could clue her in, he would. He's pretty much... ignorant that way. On the other hand, he'll just muscle on, which also works?*
Oh, in-between stuff happening, the patrols are downright boring, though. And it's a body swap. Guy's not in a BAD shape, though I've decided to stay off the rooftops for the duration. Unless something comes up. Even though he is fine with heights, apparently he pilots a robot fighting suit or something of the sort. Being in an adult body isn't all that it's expected to be. AND is complicated.
Although if I'd ended up in one of the giant animated robots, that could have been... better. Even though I'd probably need to recover from however said robot discovered mine.
*Enjoy that image. Also what am that bit about taking control? He's kind of ignoring it for the sake of not spending the next however long swearing at Talia.*
Boring can be...better. Sometimes. [But she sympathises. She can help but look amused as he laments over his strange condition.] I hope - you're not taking...advantage.
Alcohol is bad. [SAGE NOD. She knows this because of reasons.]
((OH MY GOSH I AM DEAD FROM PRECIOUS /reblogs the hell out of this))
I shall put that next on the to-read! Just because curious. But yes! They just. Shared background!
I've been exposed to alcohol before. Not interested. Although I think the robots - Cybertronians - which found themselves in human or humanoid bodies seem to be doing just that.
*it's other aspects that he finds discomforting. He'll live. Unless somebody decides to really hit on him, that will be. Awkward.* No taking advantage. I'm even staying away from the rooftops - I can probably handle the strange body after a day or two, but... unless there is an emergency, it seems like an unnecessary risk.
And then I'll have almost a week of proper training to make up for.
*and she is probably among the few people who can get how much of a bother missing a week can be.*
ooc: I KNOW! Hnnn all the tentative, broken friendship and learning about simple things dynamics, yesplz.
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Since Grayson's been Batman. A few months. *vaguely?*
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[And her eyes go wide.] Dick? Batman? That's... [That's just weird, is what it is.]
Do you...like him?
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... uhoh. You didn't know about that. *SPOILERS!* He sort of had to.
And like may be an imprecise term. I used to think he was a joke, though, and unworthy of the name. That... changed.
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...I...shouldn't ask.
[Her smile widens, then.] He is - silly. Talks too much. But...I think that's good. For...
For people like us. [She can tell pretty easily that this Robin is no normal kid, any more than she was.]
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Background that might help and you will eventually know anyway. My name is Damian Wayne. My mother is Talia al Ghul, and Father did not know about me until I was ten. I suspect we share at least some training.
Grayson... *how do words?* He's still joking as Batman, though to select audiences. He does smile. Jolly Batman. He can be an idiot sometimes, but... we work well enough. Maybe better than well enough. Mother called him my circus oaf. She doesn't get him... at all.
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It's - good. That you're with them now.
[She shakes her head at Talia's opinion.] Not...surprising. But it's - okay. To be different from your parents.
[After a moment, intently] Both of them.
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*small shrug.* I can't really be either of them, anyway. *not that he isn't still trying to be like Father. Who knows if he even can?*
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I...wanted to be Batman, too. But - I think we should just be us.
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look who's talking!* and then offing the winners himself. A ruler of the world wouldn't care about things like that.*but the Bats do. And Damian found out that he does, too. Personally.*
I'm not sure I have a choice. Eventually. Or that I want one. *It's still a thing - after all, he can't shake all that conditioning quickly. Plus, what else is he good for?*
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There is always a choice. We decide - who we want to be. [Her smile deepens.] And I think...I like you as you are.
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I'm... *ulp.* Thanks.
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You're welcome.
[She holds out her hand.]
Robin.
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He tentatively, slightly smiles back, reaching to shake her hand in return.*
Cain. *beat, and he corrects himself, quietly. She said she was searching for identity* Cassandra.
*and, after a moment, almost shyly pulls his hand back - only to greet her with a Namaste.*
my heart just burst
He's been doing some growing up in his game, but WOW! <3
And, after a moment.*
Good... luck in the new world you may be going to.
<3 I want to hug them both forever.
Thank you. Are you - in a new place?
YES. They can both use it. Even if the thing isn't easy with Damian.
, too? But, deep breath.*Oh, yeah. Space station beside a rift in time and space. Run by an insane sadistic AI. I'm not even in my own body right now, there.
They really can. Ahh I wish they'd had this kind of interaction in canon.
Doesn't sound good. Whose body...are you in? And...can you - take control? [She doesn't know how AIs and space stations work, really.]
I will admit I still need to read up on if they actually interact in canon. *still catching up*
Oh, in-between stuff happening, the patrols are downright boring, though. And it's a body swap. Guy's not in a BAD shape, though I've decided to stay off the rooftops for the duration. Unless something comes up. Even though he is fine with heights, apparently he pilots a robot fighting suit or something of the sort.
Being in an adult body isn't all that it's expected to be. AND is complicated.Although if I'd ended up in one of the giant animated robots, that could have been... better. Even though I'd probably need to recover from however said robot discovered mine.
*Enjoy that image. Also what am that bit about taking control? He's kind of ignoring it for the sake of not spending the next however long swearing at Talia.*
ooc: And then my tumblr gave me this.
They interact a bit in the Gates of Gotham mini but it's...kind of disappointing overall.
Alcohol is bad. [SAGE NOD. She knows this because of reasons.]
((OH MY GOSH I AM DEAD FROM PRECIOUS /reblogs the hell out of this))
I shall put that next on the to-read! Just because curious. But yes! They just. Shared background!
I've been exposed to alcohol before. Not interested. Although I think the robots - Cybertronians - which found themselves in human or humanoid bodies seem to be doing just that.
*it's other aspects that he finds discomforting. He'll live.
Unless somebody decides to really hit on him, that will be. Awkward.* No taking advantage. I'm even staying away from the rooftops - I can probably handle the strange body after a day or two, but... unless there is an emergency, it seems like an unnecessary risk.And then I'll have almost a week of proper training to make up for.
*and she is probably among the few people who can get how much of a bother missing a week can be.*
ooc: I KNOW! Hnnn all the tentative, broken friendship and learning about simple things dynamics, yesplz.