Meeting the day before school (before Bruce's talk)

[shahzadalghul]

 Damian walked slowly up to the address on the paper from the computer. He had to make sure he wasn’t going soft, that all this schooling wouldn’t leave him an ordinary boy. If Father wouldn’t train him till he went to school, he would have to make sure that the one person who could make Mother fear would be of help to him. He had to ask for her

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[cass_batgirl]

There is a knock at the door, which she turns too as she remains kneeling still holding the string she'd been dangling for the kitten. In the next moment she hisses as little claws did into her through the thin shirt. It seems that the little orange tabby kitten has decided that when it doubt, being on Cass' shoulder (or in her hood if she was wearing one) was the best place to be.

Absently she reaches up to give the kitten a reassuring skritch as she stands and heads to the door. Looking through the peep hole she sees. A boy. She barely sees him, actually. Huh.

Cass opens the door and sees Damian, who she's met a couple of times briefly before. He's nervous about something.

A furry little orange face peeks at the boy from the ebony strands of the girl's hair.

"Damian?" she asks, puzzled.

[shahzadalghul]

Damian was more and more flabbergasted by Gotham life. He had read many stories of the great Cassandra Cain, but seeing her with a kitten on her shoulder made him doubt it was a new training system. “Indeed,” he said softly, wondering how he should ask her about training without seeming like a helpless little boy. He was a Wayne. “I was wondering if we could….talk.” Talking was bad description, but it would have to do. “In a manner of speaking.” This was going well.
BL-more confusion and now a lot of studying her, he’s clearly trying to figure her out and sound more confident, but he wants something.

[cass_batgirl]

The young woman smiles ever so lightly, amused at the boy's obvious confusion and trepidation. She motions him in, and points toward the couch, which is neither shabby nor chic. The entire apartment is nice in a functional way without having any real personality to it. It could be a show suite for a planned condo development.

[shahzadalghul]

Damian looks around, trying to figure out what words to use to convince her to take him for training. The apartment seemed very sterile and utilitarian, making him feel more at ease. It was a warrior’s room for a warrior. “I have decided to remain with my father for the time being,” he began, deciding to stand. “As his son, it is my duty, even if it means being unable to train with the teachers my mother selected.” All right, he should be able to demand her obedience; she had been raised for his service but had rebelled. “My father has decided on a course of training for me, and I seek to supplement it.” He was an Al Ghul and Wayne; he wasn’t good at being humble.

BL-trying to hold himself, afraid to turn his back and a bit vulnerable.

[cass_batgirl]

"Sit," she says again, this time more firmly. As she stands there, arms crossed, Robin launches himself to the arm of the couch and stalks around, eyeing the boy doubtfully....which is utterly adorable from a little orange fuzzball.

[shahzadalghul]

Damian decided against arguing with her, lest she decide to make him sit. And she could very well do so. He sat down on the nearest chair and gripped the arm, trying to look as tall as possible, and ignoring the fact that she had forced him into a position of submission, her standing over him. "I require your assistance," he said, deciding to be brief.

Bl-intimidation, guarded, trying to make himself appear bigger.

[cass_batgirl]

The girl nods, hearing him. But.

"Tea," she declares, heading into her kitchen.

The kitten hops off the couch and stalks over to the boys feet. The little beast arches and spits at the boy's shoe. Little Robin bounces on all four feet edging closer to the offensive shoe. Then he stands his ground and a paw reaches out. Tap. Tap. Whap! Thwap! Bap to the shoe. Then the fuzzball is ON the shoe, chewing for all his worth.

[shahzadalghul]

Damian hissed angrily, and tried to escape the stupid pet. He actually liked cats, but he had no patience for it. Only the thought of what Cain might do to him for kicking the beast prevented him from doing just that. He snatched a pillow and pushed it away. "No!" he snapped. Stupid little terror!

BL-ANGRY

[cass_batgirl]

"Nice!" Cass commands firmly from the kitchen as she puts together the tea. It was what Alfred had done when he'd noticed she was upset. And the child in her apartment was up set. So....tea.

Faced with the pillow the kitten squeaks and then resumes his attack on the new target, sinking claws and teeth into the pillow.

[shahzadalghul]

Damian watched the furry demon attack the pillow, and wondered what Cain meant by nice. He was being nice, he hadn't drowned it or kicked it. He was aware from his reading that hurting animals was a signiture of serial killers, and he had no wish to add to his father's suspicions. "I shan't hurt it," he said crisply.

BL-Irritated, nervous, wanting to kick something.

[cass_batgirl]

Robin is doing his best to CLIMB the pillow.

Cass comes out with a hardwood tray that has a brown betty teapot, a china sugar bowl and matching milk pitcher. And two oversized mugs. One is Hello Kitty.  The other is a Domokun. She puts it down on the coffee table. Her hands free she pats the kitten who is still trying to viciously kill the pillow.

Cass offers Damian a little smile. "Likes you," she affirms, her tone approving.

[shahzadalghul]

Damian nods, not sure what what else to say. He wanted to say that the kitten was annoying and obviously wanted to commit violence, but he just decided to tread lightly. Was leaving the League meant to make people so odd? “Indeed.” He had to get her to train him. If the legends were true, she could defeat Father. "I shall bring catnip next time."

BL-Wants to ask, nervous, and his nose itches.