inbox (etraya)

[theknightshift]

UN: Bruce T. Wayne ceo | UN: Batman
[ Text ] [ audio ] [ video ] [ Action ]

Just specify which account you’re messaging

Comments

text; un: j

[copsormasks]

We should talk.

[Attached is a ping of his location.]

[theknightshift]

Should I be concerned?

[ he’s still making his way to Jason’s location ]

[copsormasks]

Not unless you plan to attack me.

[theknightshift]

I’m on my way.

action

[copsormasks]

[Jason has a fire going and he's sitting on the ground next to his makeshift firepit, cooking some hot dogs on the end of a prong. He listens for any sign of an approach until he recognizes the sound of footfalls.]

Figured you might be hungry.

[Jason's face is still a big bruise, but it's not nearly as severe. His posture, too is more relaxed and perhaps this time in the woods alone has helped him calm down.]

action.

[brat]

( bruce was out and about. doing what, damian had observed but deemed it relatively unimportant in the moment given his own intentions, so he had watched. waited for the perfect moment, the perfect opportunity to leap from his own hiding place straight down onto batman himself. he could have been polite, offered a warning noise, any indication that damian had been coming for him, but batman should always be prepared for anything, and if he manages to get surprised by a robin leaping down from above him to attempt to throw their weight onto the back of his shoulders and knock him off balance - well. that sounds like an issue batman needs to resolve sooner rather than later, which clearly means this attack is just here to ensure the man prepares himself. )

[theknightshift]

[ Bruce has been on high alert since he got here. Not that that's anything new or novel or different, but there's something about being plucked up out of his life and plopped down again without even a hint of a warning that sharpens his awareness. So when Damian is drops from what feels like nowhere, Bruce isn't caught off guard. He shifts instinctively the second he feels Damian's weight hit him, compensating for the sudden impact and countering Damian's momentum before it could tip him forward. ]

Too slow, Robin.

[brat]

( bruce shifts his weight, and the lack of him stumbling is as good of a sign as any that damian isn't knocking him off balance. it's alright. there are multiple ways to hinder someone regardless of if his first tactic failed, so damian moves on to the second.

one arm wraps around bruce's shoulder, fingertips gripping onto the batsuit to support his weight while legs wrap around the man's waist, holding himself upright while he reaches for a small blade with his spare hand - not to use it against bruce, but simply so he can attempt to press it to the curve of the man's jawline where the cowl doesn't quite protect skin. )

Yet I am still significantly faster than you.

( mostly because he isn't carrying around a heavy suit of armor nor is he two hundred pounds of pure muscle, so he does have that going for him. )

[theknightshift]

[ It's true. It's so damn true and Bruce wonders would Sam Kristof still be alive if it had been Damian chasing him in that tunnel instead of Bruce. He would have reached him. He would have stopped whoever it was that had gotten to Sam first.

It's not a thought he lets linger too long. Not when he has a gremlin climbing on his shoulders.

He lets Damian press the knife against his jaw. Lets him think he's gained the upper hand, until Bruce reaches for Damian's wrist, and yanks him forward, aiming to drag him clean over his shoulder. ]

[brat]

( it's play fighting, not anything serious. bruce drags damian over his shoulder, and damian gives an oof as he lets himself go slack. it's less trust, and more - he knows how to land without causing too much injury to himself when it comes down to it. if bruce opts to throw him to the ground, damian isn't going to end up with anything too hurt. if he's opting to throw him forward and catch him in the same breath - he has a slack damian to wrangle however he pleases. )

because no bat can ever hide from him. usually.

[solarson]

( he's still donning the red and blue as he wanders around the apartments. it hasn't been all that long since he'd ended up here and took up residence in... two apartments. is this how damian does it with having two versions of his father here? that must be weird. granted, it's also weird for him to be around a different version of both his mom and dad here, but. they're still very much clark kent and lois lane at their core and he can recognize them enough to know it to be true, so. it's... just A Thing he has to deal with, like damian has to deal with two dads... also he has to deal with a smaller and younger damian, so. you know. yay or whatever.

today in the hallways of the apartments, however, he's on a mission. a mission that involves trying to see if he can locate damian's dad and hope that he knows him. gosh, it would really suck for no one here to know him. he hopes that's not the case.

he's moving outside the apartments from window to window, peering in and trying to get a look for who might be inside. which is... a gamble, to say the least, but! so far so good. nothing to shock or upset him, so. there's that. he does, eventually, spot who looks to be bruce wayne himself in one of them and, coming up to the window, he gives a few good knocks to it, waiting for bruce to catch sight of him so he can wave at him with a hopeful smile there on his face.

hi, mr. wayne??? )

[theknightshift]

[ Being here isn't ideal. That's why there are safehouses in Nova City. They're defensible. Easy to slip in and out of. Easy to abandon if things went wrong. But it's also the first place the others would look for him and if he's honest, Bruce isn't ready to face any of them. With a couple of rib fractures and his head still feeling like it could split open at any moment, he just wanted a little bit of peace and quiet. Enough space to regroup and figure out what Crane has done with those bombs before this turned into something he couldn't take back.

He's expecting guests. At least eventually. Even if he abandons his apartments and sets up in new ones every few days, his children will find him eventually. What he does not expect is Jon Kent knocking at his window and waving at him. For a minute, he considers not opening the door. But if the kid is looking for him, he should at least see what he needs and there's no intercom to ask. He opens the door and steps out just enough for Jon to see him and Bruce beckons the boy inside. ]

When did you get here?

[solarson]

( he’s not sure what he’s expecting here, but the door opening up and being let in is a good start! but then bruce goes and asks what he does and before he can even take a step inside, he stares up to the man with those bright blue eyes blinking in a mix of surprise and confusion.

is he—? does he—?

pause. )

Wait— you know who I am?

( clearly the most important thing to address right off the… bat. heh. )

[theknightshift]

[ Bruce gives Jon a look. Had they not met yet? He waits for Jon to get into the apartment and shut the door behind him. He doesn't move quickly but does ease down onto a nearby seat. ]

We met some time ago. You don't remember?

[solarson]

No, I do! It's just... it feels like everyone I come across doesn't know me. You're like... one of the first.

( and it has to be batman. well... that sort of tracks, in a sense. or he thinks so at least, but. making his way inside, he takes a quick look around the place. wow it's... very different to what he's used to seeing damian and his dad living in. not that damian is here — he got that memo already — but it's just so... normal. )

Do you even have any food here?

( asking that as he makes his way over to inspect the kitchen a little. )

text » un: robin to batman

[brat]

You can't hide from me.

[theknightshift]

I'm not hiding.

[brat]

Fine.
You can't run from me.

[theknightshift]

What do you need, Robin?

[brat]

Information.

un: R.H. | Text

[leastdramatic]

Can we talk?

[theknightshift]

About?

[leastdramatic]

About what happened last time we talked

[theknightshift]

There's nothing to discuss.

[leastdramatic]

I don't know. You were being extra cagey and I was being extra pissy and probably gave you a solid concussion. Not exactly the epitome of a healthy family there