case 12 | multiple choice action!

[bratbeyond]

Scenario A: Inn Kitchen
[Don't ask how or why, but somehow through the magic of politics and sheer scaring the crap out of people, Damian's managed to commandeer the Inn Kitchen for an hour or two to make iftaar for the evening. It's still daylight, so he can't taste or drink the stuff he's making... and it's kind of a problem

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B! Oh look, CR finally gdi me.

[notasidedick]

It's nice out being next to the ocean like this. There's usually a breeze so the weather is usually pretty nice too.

[His footsteps are quiet, a habit from all the stealth he's done in the cowl or mask. He's sure the other realized he was approaching even before he spoke though.]

ffft it's completely okay! ♥

[bratbeyond]

Yeah. [Damian noticed, alright, but he's okay with talking to a complete stranger. Putting the date pit into his plastic glass, he motions for Dick to sit next to him.] I think it's been like, a year since I've been able to visit the ocean.

This can only be awkward and beautiful.

[notasidedick]

[Dick takes a seat next to him. He's a little surprised the other doesn't seem to mind the company, but it isn't unwanted. This beats being insulted.] That's a pretty long time. Is that because you couldn't at home or you were stuck here that long?

Pretty much, yeah *o*

[bratbeyond]

A little bit of both. [He shrugs, glancing over at Dick. This guy looks really familiar, but he doesn't know why.] It'll be a full year in a couple of weeks, but Neo-Gotham wasn't exactly a beach town either.

[notasidedick]

You've been here for awhile. I guess I'm not one to talk though. [Durr Instructor.] Neo-Gotham? Did you come from a later point in time then? It's still just Gotham when I left.

[bratbeyond]

[Wait. This guy's from Gotham?] Well, yeah... Back home, the year's 2043.

[notasidedick]

[Yes. Yes he is.] You're definitely in a farther along timeline then. [Chuckles a bit.] I'm assuming you also go by Damian?

[bratbeyond]

[Suddenly everything's starting to make sense... Damian can't help making faces.] Yeah, but I'm Damian Razem. That Wayne zift and I have nothing in common.

[notasidedick]

[He laughs a little.] I didn't mean anything of it honestly. I just didn't want to end up calling you Damian when your name isn't that. [Rubs his neck sheepishly. Welp, looks like Damian doesn't even get along with himself.] Dick Grayson. I'm an instructor here.

[bratbeyond]

[So maybe he shouldn't have been so defensive... Damian opens his mouth to apologize, to say---

Wait. Dick Grayson? Sure, he'd heard from Tim that Doc was here, but to see him in the flesh...]

No way. Doc? Like, the old man's first partner and everything?

[notasidedick]

[He's used to Damians being defensive. Or something like that.

He does raise his eyebrow though.]

Woah...Doc? I don't think I'm licensed to be a doctor at all, but alright. You hit the nail on the head for the most part. Minus...the doc part.

[bratbeyond]

[This is just so surreal for him! Doc's so young... Damian can't help laughing. He tries to muffle it with his hand, bu it's not very successful.]

Give it thirty years or so and you'll be the best doctor Neo-Gotham's ever seen. I promise.

[notasidedick]

[He'll let you laugh. It's kind of nice to hear laughing from Damian. Any Damian.]

Thirty years huh? I'm afraid the thought of settling to own a clinic of any kind isn't all that alluring right now. I didn't think I'd ever hang up the cowl to be a doctor. [Maybe to go back to being Nightwing, but even that doesn't seem likely right now with being Damian's partner.]

[bratbeyond]

Shame. I think we could've really used a schway doc around here. [Still, Damian doesn't seem too upset by the revelation.]

You teach... Gymnastics, right? Mr. Drake---er, Tim mentioned the classes, but I kind of forgot.

[notasidedick]

I know whatever keeps me alive, so I'm not sure that's enough to be a doctor. [He laughs a bit.]

Military Movement. I guess it can be a fancy way of saying gymnastics to some degree if you want. I also teach the advanced weaponry training for blunt weapons. Wish they'd find shorter names for their classes sometimes. [Tilts head.] You get along with Tim? [Thank god for that.]

[bratbeyond]

Probably not. [Day can't help laughing too as he pulls his knees closer to his chest.]

Actually, yeah. I heard Mr. Drake doesn't like my other self... which I can kind of get. [Day's still upset at his twin for insulting Day's adoptive dad. :|] My twin doesn't exactly mince words.