Guess who just found out about the spoilers for Batman Inc. #8?

[therealrobin]

No.

No.

I don't care about that. I don't. But you are not going to use it as an excuse to shuck me off to some cesspit.

I refuse.










You do know I know ways to kill you that are undetectable, correct?

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[the_flying_grayson]

[Dick made a face at that mental image. No cars or bikes? Sounded like a pretty big drag.]

Well, maybe try and convince your typist to take you somewhere else? My typist has been told good things about zodion. Mine is kinda gunshy about apping me anywhere. Apparently that's kinda terrifying or something.

[flyingg]

Hey, I'm already there...

[the_flying_grayson]

And here we're trying to get you a Damian. Problems?

[flyingg]

With having him around again? No. With watching my littlest brother aged up by seven or eight years, having to deal with the hormones that it will introduce to him, and being forced to have sex every four weeks? What do you think? It's bad enough to watch Wally aged up form sixteen. Trust me.

[the_flying_grayson]

Ooo awkward. I apologize, neither my typist or I realized it was a sex game. Whoops.

[flyingg]

Yeah, it is.

ooc: Typist here also apologizes, Dick takes some aspects of the game worse than anticipated, but I do like the place!

[the_flying_grayson]

So. Very. Awkward. No, Damian you're not allowed to go to a sex game.

ooc: TOTALLY understandable. That's just...yeah, no.

[flyingg]

Pretty much. And no, not for a good long while which you will live yet, little D.

ooc: Though PSLs and memes and around here is ALWAYS fun!

[therealrobin]

[Damian is just going to stare at the description over his mun's shoulder, then at Grayson.]

Grayson.

[Really? Damian's dreading the hormonal stage as it is and hoping they completely pass him by, so this- this...]

Maybe I'll get lucky and drown myself in the Pit if and when someone tries to bring me back.

[Sorry, Grayson. The thought of interacting with girls like that still mystifies (and freaks) Damian out. Because girls. Ugh.]

[the_flying_grayson]

Oh, wait. Nope! Not that game. Uh....I don't know of many games, D. My typist tends to stick to PSLs and memes for the most part.

[Dick rubbed at his face tiredly.] Don't say those kinds of things, alright?

[Oh come on, Dami! Girls are the best! Dick might be amusing himself imagining Damian going through puberty now.]

[therealrobin]

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine not being in a game. I don't need a game.

Say what kinds of things? I'd rather jump off a building without a parachute? [Which he would survive.] I'd rather jump onto a moving train from the Batmobile? [Which he would survive.] I'd rather face Killer Croc again? [Which he could survive.]

[We already know what kind of girl he likes! Deadly, gorgeous, and out of his league!]

[the_flying_grayson]

So don't let her put you in a game. There's always the memes and the like, D. [Dick shrugged, utterly unconcerned about all this because that was actually what he knew and enjoyed.]

Okay, you might be laying it on a little bit thick there, baby bird. [A laugh escaped Nightwing when Damian continued on the vein about all the things he'd rather do.]

[And those were the best kinds of girls! Someone smart and capable of handing you your own ass. But maybe that was just Dick's preferences. He certainly seemed to find himself drawn to that particular type. And gingers but that went without saying]

[therealrobin]

[Damian is on the verge of arguing when his animated features suddenly drop.]

Baby bird? I save people countless times and I still get the "baby?" [He's due to die soon, but this is the respect he gets. Good to know.]

Tt.

I did see a murder meme making the rounds.

[And Damian tends to go for women who are just as deadly - if not deadlier - than his mother.]

[the_flying_grayson]

[Watching the animated expression fade away, Dick mentally cursed and tried to play things off coolly.]

Don't be that way, Damian. You are the baby of the family and we've all been stuck with 'bird' nicknames over the years. You try being Dickiebird.

[Both of Nightwing's eyebrows rose in a mildly surprised look when his younger brother suggested a murder meme.] And just who is going to do the murdering exactly?

[therealrobin]

[Okay, that gets something strangely close to a grin from him. Damian has thought about it from time to time, but Grayson's parents hadn't named him very well. Richard was a good name, but Dick...]

Tt. I'm not killing anyone, Grayson. [Yet. If he can help it.] I thought I might see if there was something to investigate. You know. Since I'm a detective and all.

[the_flying_grayson]

[It probably said a lot about Dick that he was just plain happy to see that rather creepy grin on his younger brother's face. After spending years trying to get the grim, brick wall that was Bruce Wayne to lighten up, he would take what he could get with Damian.]

Hmmn. Alright though why would we be investigating a murder instead of letting the GCPD handle it?

[therealrobin]

[Damian's eyes narrow. Honestly. For someone so smart, Grayson still manages to surprise him.]

Because they're idiots, and apprehending criminals is what we do?

[the_flying_grayson]

Don't give me that look, Damian. You and I both know we're incapable of replacing the GCPB.

[Exasperated, Dick just reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.]

[therealrobin]

They still need help, Grayson. Without us they would have been killed several times over.

[And though he might not say so out loud, Damian at least likes Commissioner Gordon. Though "grudgingly respects" might be a better way of phrasing it.]

[the_flying_grayson]

Fine, fine, I copy you loud and clear, Boy Wonder. [Dick practically groaned and rubbed at his face tiredly.]

You do realized your father would have kittens if he found out I took you traipsing into a murder investigation meme, right?

[therealrobin]

Don't be ridiculous. Father is physically incapable of having kittens, no matter what the circumstances. [ If he were going to have anything, Damian thinks, it would be puppies. Although he wouldn't mind another cow. He worries sometimes that Batcow gets lonely. ]

Besides, no matter what Father may think, I am a vigilante who is who is more than capable of handling a murder investigation. I've done it already while he's been out of town. He said you used to do it.

So what do you say, Grayson? A case for old times' sake?

[aceofkillers]

[Oh, like we don't all know what Damien+puberty equals.]

[therealrobin]

[Awww yeah. Damian will, of course, appreciate this more when he's older, but he understands enough of what it means now to want to right-click save it.]

[aceofkillers]

[Attaboy, kid! Go knock 'em dead.

...Figuratively speaking, mind.]

[therealrobin]

[Tt. He won't kill them. Not literally, of course.

Probably.]