Who: Colin Wilkes and Stephanie Brown When: Friday Afternoon Where: Damian's hidey-hole in the middle of nowhere Summary: Unexpected first meetings Rating: PG probably Warnings: A kid dealing with mental issues.
The last handful of days had been a blur. Since his proposed arrival in the facility and onward, every moment had been a mess of mental instability, concern and inner-demons questioning, poking, prodding and causing him to doubt everything he once believed to be true. Colin knew that he was no help to Damian at the moment he knew he was a liability first and foremost since their arrival to the new world. Only three days had passed since they arrived and the last thing he remembered was blinking, the scenery changing from the white and stark walls of the facility to the dry and arid environment of a desert, a ghost town. Yet one thing remained the same, the other boy was still there and with all of the other people around him, Colin had quickly shut down and simply followed where he was dragged to and without question of anything otherwise, he was dragged off immediately after the scenery changed
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Without even thinking about it, the batarang disappeared back into her pouch and Steph went from tense and battle-ready to pointedly nonchalant, her arms spread in the universal gesture of 'I'm not going to do anything to you, I swear'.
"I'm Batgirl," she said, biting her lip and wishing she wasn't in costume. The kids of Gotham loved Batgirl, but if he didn't know her, she was afraid she looked a bit...intimidating. She smiled, hoping it'd take the edge off. "Sorry to barge in on you, Red."
She took a step back, wanting to give the kid his space. "Nice place you got here," she quirked an eyebrow, "Been here long?"
There was a pause in his retreat as the female began to back up, his breath caught in his throat and he watched her with a careful gaze. Eyes looking from her attire to her face, he straightened up his posture slightly--not as hunched over, not as pressed into the corner. Quickly his mind turned until it snapped, the images in the newspaper articles, what he read about her, she was Batgirl and standing right before him. It made sense, if Damian was there certainly she would be as well but he had never seen her before, in person. If this was a fabrication then it was building off of what he had created in his knowledge of Robin, Damian. If it was not a story that he simply made up in his mind to cope with the surroundings of being forced into the an institution due to his mental instabilities, then it was a mild shock
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She watched him carefully, noting the changes in posture and the emotions that flickered across his face. Man, this kid was skittish. Which rather brought up the question of what, exactly, he was doing all the way out here. And what on earth Damian had to do with it.
For a wild moment, the image of Damian kidnapping this kid flashed in her mind's eyes, before she dismissed it with a only the slightest twitch of her lips at the idea of Damian hauling this boy off, tossed caveman style over his shoulder. Not helpful, Steph. Amusing, but not particularly helpful. So. That left Damian helping him. Or trying to.
Hopefully anyway. It was something to go on.
At the boy's question, the flippant part of Steph's mind wanted desperately to reply with A little bird told me. Luckily the more rational side won out. No need to compromise Damian's identity if she hadn't already, and besides, the kid seemed too deep in a mood to be joked out of it. "I was given directions," she slowly pulled her faciliberry off her belt to show the
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Without even thinking about it, the batarang disappeared back into her pouch and Steph went from tense and battle-ready to pointedly nonchalant, her arms spread in the universal gesture of 'I'm not going to do anything to you, I swear'.
"I'm Batgirl," she said, biting her lip and wishing she wasn't in costume. The kids of Gotham loved Batgirl, but if he didn't know her, she was afraid she looked a bit...intimidating. She smiled, hoping it'd take the edge off. "Sorry to barge in on you, Red."
She took a step back, wanting to give the kid his space. "Nice place you got here," she quirked an eyebrow, "Been here long?"
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For a wild moment, the image of Damian kidnapping this kid flashed in her mind's eyes, before she dismissed it with a only the slightest twitch of her lips at the idea of Damian hauling this boy off, tossed caveman style over his shoulder. Not helpful, Steph. Amusing, but not particularly helpful. So. That left Damian helping him. Or trying to.
Hopefully anyway. It was something to go on.
At the boy's question, the flippant part of Steph's mind wanted desperately to reply with A little bird told me. Luckily the more rational side won out. No need to compromise Damian's identity if she hadn't already, and besides, the kid seemed too deep in a mood to be joked out of it. "I was given directions," she slowly pulled her faciliberry off her belt to show the ( ... )
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