One Big Happy *Coughnotcough* Family

[batofthefuture]

Characters: Terry batofthefuture , Tim thirdsquire , Jason reallyiscrazy , Damien worthyheir
When: Event 6
Where: Apartment FC2
Style: Third
Open or Closed: Closed
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 just to be safe.

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[worthyheir]

Damian had emerged from begrudgingly claiming a bunk (he had tried to find a free room, to no avail), and discovered the common area partially dismantled, and guns everywhere. It had been ages since he had last had his hands on anything resembling a gun, and as Dick wasn't around to and he hadn't seen Drake lately, he grabbed the nearest one--a Beretta 92FS. It was a fairly simple gun, but it was effective. He dismantled it with practiced ease (although it was incredibly strange do to it in the Robin outfit), and had just finished putting it back together when he heard Terry.

"Well, well, if it isn't the boy who thinks he's Batman."

Yeah, he might still have that gun in his hand.

[batofthefuture]

Terry was only slightly scared that the boy. . .Damien, had a gun. He was pretty sure that if need be he could disarm him, though there were more than enough guns in the room that he could just grab another.

In the end Terry decided he'd treat the twip like he'd treat his younger brother. Ignoring him he went to see if there was anything in the fridge. Pouring himself a glass a milk he turned to face Damien.

"I didn't say I was Batman at all," he said with a sigh. "You just assumed I was. So who are you supposed to be anyways?"

[worthyheir]

Damian put the gun down. As nice as it was to have it in his hand again, Robin's didn't use guns; Dick had gotten that much through to him. Although he did wonder where they all came from...

"Are you an idiot? I'm Robin."

Granted, he didn't have the domino mask on, but if nothing else the "R" on his chest should have given it away. And screw Drake--this fool clearly knew more about the family business then he was letting on.

[batofthefuture]

Terry shrugged, glad that the boy had put the gun down.

"Well it certainly doesn't look the the Robin costumes I've seen in the feeds."

[reallyiscrazy]

Jason had gone back to his old apartment to see if he could get more of his stuff. Though most of the clothes he'd collected were now beyond ruined, the weapons and other toys were basically intact. Which is why he kicked open the door to the new apartment and came bouncing in with a few boxes of stuff, and completely soaked to the bone. He dropped the boxes into the center of the room, kicked over the parts to a rocket launcher, and then sat down and starting pulling the things out. Bomb parts, the toaster, the blender blades, and various chemicals. He then pulled out a lock box and held it close with a bright smile.

"I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me for leaving you in that nasty place..." Yes he was talking to the object in the lock box, which as he opened it could be seen as his curved bladed hunting knife.

He was so busy sharpening the newly freed knife, he failed to notice Terry coming into the apartment. Or even Damian sitting down among the guns. His knife got his complete attention.

[batofthefuture]

Terry glanced at the man who was apparently crooning at a knife, but before he could get the guy's attention Damien distracted him with another question. Since Damien was actually willing to talk to him, he decided to ask the boy who he was.

[worthyheir]

Damian was content to ignore Todd, but when Terry brought his attention to the other man, an occasional glance turned to a stare. This guy was out of his mind.

"Is there any particular reason you're caressing that box, Todd? Other than the obvious fact that you're a psychopath."

He was playing with the Beretta again.

[reallyiscrazy]

Jason glared over to the boy and then opened the box. Picking up the unique blade he showed it off with great pride.

"Because this is my baby."