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Damian Wayne

Son of the Bat, the current (better than Drake) Robin

Robin narrowed his eyes at the girl watching her leap out of dodge from his throwing stars. She disinterested and even more was annoying him now by choosing to disrupt his training. "You missed, kitten." And to make matter worse, now she was patronizing him as if he was some helpless infant. To her comment though, he responded with sharp words aiming to cut deep now that she had gone out of her way to be his distraction. "And you are out of your depth here, wench. Run away now before you irritate me any further. It's not like you belong here in the first place. I don't even see what Grayson saw in you to recruit. You're obviously untrained and unfit to be here let alone be on the same team as me." said Robin. As her webs flung toward him, he used his Katana to cut through them in just two swift swipes of the blade.

With blade in hand, Robin began charging her way, deciding that he would just take her out for her troubles. Leaping up as he threw his sword past her at the light source making the environment one in which was in his favor. He knew it would be simple, easy, to get her down. Mace in the eyes, take out her sense of smell, then he would be able to avoid her in the dark. Meta or not, she couldn't outsmart him. There were very few people in the world that could, and neither Father nor Mother were here at the moment.

When he was in close enough range, he began to carry out his plan. First the mace to her eyes via one of the several holes in his glove, and if that was successful, he'd create distance between them and use the darkness as his ally. Hiding behind one of the pillars sneering. "You can't win girl. Surrender now or face my wrath." one would say he was going a little overboard with this but Damian would disagree. He had no intentions on bothering anyone. This web-spider-girl was the one who initiated this confrontation from the very moment she thought she could study him like some animal.

Within the tower the new recruits of the team had been up to their own thing; hopefully getting along with one another. He had been stationed inside of the monitor room that was located right above the danger room, quickly flipping through different camera’s inside of the tower. Most of the Titans had been in the hangout lounge, slowly smiling to see that some of the members took initiative to meet each other and then there were some that did not. As he viewed the live feed of the danger room he could see that Damian had been once again by himself; not noticing the other Titan on the wall. Sighing in disbelief, then shutting off the monitor. As soon as the screen went back he had already been out of his chair, walking out of the room with the door automatically closing behind him.

While he walked through the tower down to the danger room, he had thought how Damian had came so far from being the child being trained by the League of Assassins to being one of the best Robins he had to the pleasure of working with. As much as he wanted to invite Tim to the group, he knew that it would help Damian a lot more to be around people around his age. Casually walking through the Tower to the lower level to meet up with Damian to see how he was doing with the new situation he was placed in.

As soon as he reached the danger room he could hear two individuals speaking to each other, the first voice was muffled enough to not hear what was spoken but the second voice was Robin. As he entered he had heard him say to her "And you are out of your depth here, wench. Run away now before you irritate me any further. It's not like you belong here in the first place. I don't even see what Grayson saw in you to recruit. You're obviously untrained and unfit to be here let alone be on the same team as me."He couldn’t believe what he had heard, this was unbelievable behavior for any member to say such harsh words to another. Before he could defuse the situation from getting out of hand, they had started to go for one another.

When he was close enough to the two of them, right after Damian had gotten out the last word. "You can't win girl. Surrender now or face my wrath." He had quickly spoken up before anymore could be said or done. ”What the hell is going on here?! Stand down, both of you! Now!”The Tone of his voice was annoyed; these two were on the same team and were acting like enemies.

The morning was usually a nice time to have breakfast, drink some coffee...be an adult. Those were the fond memories he had with his former partner in crime, stopping that was, but those years were partially behind him. Here, he was at this Titan’s Tower on said behest and he had to deal with the commune of others. That apparently included the devilish food conjured forth from beans known as Tofu. Tofuuuuuuu…

While the conversations were had amongst peers, he reached behind, the bow never leaving his back for any particular reason if he could help it. He would keep a smaller bow just in case his actual bow found itself missing thereof. That was not the point presently however. He had an enemy and it's name was Tofu. He pulled an arrow out and placed the nock between the strings before drawing back. His grip was let go with relative ease and the arrow soared through the air. It flicked off the plate of which the tofu was about to be placed upon and struck its intended target true before the sharp tip plunged through the wall nearby, the tofu stuck among the shaft of the arrow.

“You know…” his voice trailed through the kitchen as he placed the bow back behind his back, a mind deep in thought. The aroma had graced his nose, which prompted a slight inhalation of the cooked food. “This actually doesn't smell bad…”

He really didn't. It wasn't something he partook of frequently, but there were some lovely baked and seasoned tofu he liked to have with a bagel every now and then. Why did he shoot the tofu that was being served before him though? Why did anyone do the things they could? Because he could, of course! That and the other, lesser archer was present. He had a score of things to hit with his bow and arrow and he would not lose on this day. An Onion bagel was placed inside the toaster and Roy casually opened the fridge for some cream cheese and of course his nose and mind did not forget the coffee. Screw the orange juice...well, he'd have some of that too. While he would like to stay and chat, there was a saying that two’s a company, three’s a crowd, so what did that make four? He wouldn't stick around to find out. He pulled the tofu off the wall and walked out to the main foyer, where he could enjoy some less crowded breakfast and watch television. This Artemis though, oh yea, he was watching her very closely. He casually partook of the readied bagel. One thing was definitely for certain: The green vegan of an animal boy would get his bubble bursted with trying to prep everyone with tofu each and every day. It was to this effect he made his list of those to prank every chance he would get.

Damian Wayne

Son of the Bat, the current (better than Drake) Robin

”What the hell is going on here?! Stand down, both of you! Now!” shouted Nightwing. Robin's eyes darted over to him and tightened into a glare. Then he folded his arms and walked out from hiding shifting eyes from the girl to 'their leader'. He frowned at the girl as she explained her side of the situation. She even had the nerve to call him a friend. As if! Thought Damian. "Stupid girl." he said, watching her walk out like a child who failed to get their way. He turned his focus to Nightwing and just stared at him for a long time not saying anything.

At last, he let out a scoff and started to walk away too, only to stop at the last second and turn to face him. "I hope you know that this is your fault Grayson. If you hadn't invited me to this stupid team in the first place, then I wouldn't have to put up with plebeians like that. Then again if I was the leader, we wouldn't have to worry about trash being on the team, now would we?" Damian snarled. If it wasn't obvious enough by his tone, this was about far more than just stalking. It was about him not being given the credit he deserved. He was undoubtedly the best Robin. He was light-years ahead of all the past Robin in skills and training. And he thought when Nightwing had invited him to join the Titans, he'd been being rewarded for such. To take over the reigns and lead the Titans. Instead...he was just another new guy. And it burned him up inside.

His gaze continued on the both of them until the one had walked out before he could lecture them anymore. As soon as she stepped out, Robin quickly chimed in. "I hope you know that this is your fault Grayson. If you hadn't invited me to this stupid team in the first place, then I wouldn't have to put up with plebeians like that. Then again if I was the leader, we wouldn't have to worry about trash being on the team, now would we?" Knowing better to respond, he couldn’t keep it in. It seemed like every time Damian didn’t get his way he lashed out like some spoiled brat, like he deserved everything his way or it wasn’t going to cut it; something he probably picked up from his mother. ”Oh, this is my fault? Because I was trying to show you how it is to actually work with a team? No, this is your fault. Every time you don’t get what you want, I feel like I’m babysitting you. Making sure you don’t do something rash. And if you were the leader, I don’t think you would even have a team. They wouldn't of been good enough for the great 'Son of the Bat'. He had said sarcastically, quickly shifting his body to face him to glare him down. Even though Robin had his awful moments like this he disliked when he had to say such things. Putting someone down like this was something he never liked doing, but with Damian it seemed like that was the only time he ever listened.

After he had dealt with this situation, he still had another Titan to talk to. Walking off like that was not acceptable, it just showed that she wasn’t willing to deal with what she had been apart of. If she had thought storming off like that was just going to get her out of trouble, then she was in a rude awakening. It seemed like this was a lot easier back then when he was the leader of the Teen Titans.

Damian Wayne

Son of the Bat, the current (better than Drake) Robin

"-tt- You know what?!" Damian yelled, raising a finger then pointing toward Nightwing's face. It was like he was holding his breath readying up some big flame to unleash on Grayson or so the other may of thought. But as seconds passed nothing of the sort came. Robin just stopped himself altogether, and his once look of anger now turned into a look of sadness. He lowered his hands back to his sides and looked away not wanting to show weakness in front of Nightwing. "...I'm sorry. Maybe you are right, Grayson. I just thought maybe when you invited me...that you were making me the leader. I was foolish to think that and I let my anger get the best of me." He finished taking off his domino looking at d**k.

Before the they could clash with words after Damian had let out his signature noise. "-tt-” He knew exactly what was coming next, right before Damian could blow up the unexpected came out. "...I'm sorry. Maybe you are right, Grayson. I just thought maybe when you invited me...that you were making me the leader. I was foolish to think that and I let my anger get the best of me." His was speechless after what had been said, he had forgotten that Robin was still only a kid. Even though his was trained by the League of Assassins and the son of Batman; he was still only a child. It was so easy to forget that he was, since he had gone through so much for a entire lifetime at such a young age. His pose shifted slightly, kneeling down in front of the young man.

Gently taking off his domino mask, to look him in the eye. ”I’m sorry Damian, I didn’t mean that. It’s just I don’t want to fail you, or any of the Titans. I guess going off like that was really leader like, now was it? Can you forgive me for my outburst?
He had said in a heartbroken tone, this was his brother and he had made him feel like he was trash. Continuing to kneel, he had spoken again. Telling him what he actually believed if he was willing to work beside Nightwing. ”One day Damian, you will be leading your own team and you will be an amazing leader. I hope you know that? Now what do you say about?” Slowly sticking out his hand, wanting to show him the respect that he deserved. It was going to be a long road ahead of them but he knew that if each of them was willing to work with the other, it didn't have to be as long as it had to be.

Damian's green eyes shifted from the floor to d**k's hands after seeing his domino in grasp. He looked at him and listened to his apology for hurting Damian's feelings. Not many could do it but hearing hurtful words from someone he trusted and secretly admired like Grayson stung. A small smile settled on his face about to return the offering hand. "Y-" he started to say before being cut off. "Uh, Firestorm to Titans Tower. Gotta say, this is a little more than I can handle." the voice filled the entirety of every occupied place, from rooms to even the restrooms, and yes, the danger room. Damian looked away from d**k and when Firestorm finished, turned looking back at him.

"You know, if you're not going to say it, I will gladly. Damian told him. He was obviously playing...for the most part. As they'd just finished discussing the whole leader thing and all. Robin placed his domino back onto his face and started to put a move on it presumably with Nightwing not far behind.