13693/A nightly walk.

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A nightly walk.
Date of Scene: 30 December 2022
Location: Park Row - Bleake Island
Synopsis: Franklin finds a tutor, and Damian finds a bigger headache.
Cast of Characters: Franklin Richards, Damian Wayne




Franklin Richards has posed:
The night in Gotham seems like a normal night, one would think anyone of right mind, and body would be sleeping or at least not wandering the alleys. Yet there he was, Franklin Richards he was just sitting trying to think, trying to figure out what it ment. He just wanted to be left alone, and yet this is Gotham at night. It wasn't long before a group of seven guys walked up the young man at night.

Of course they wouldn't reconize him, some Fantastic Four Hoodie pulled down and a coat over top that looks like it must of been Wolverienes that he forgot to return. He also had an all black suit with black gloves, as he just sat as he listened to the men. "Whatcha doinnng her Boy!"

Yet he did nothing until the first one laid a hand on him. Grabbing the hand he struck out quickly and quite precise as if he had been trained a little over the years, and the blow stunned him for a moment out of shock and fear, but... There were six more people.

Moving in on him it did not take long before they had him against the ropes, though he took down three, on the third he just didn't see it in time and it clipped him right across the jaw. It shook him, but he was lucky as they had the odds they were still only using fists. After that it was down hill, and though he is still up, it does look like he is hurting, and there are still a bunch of them left. Franklin looks determined, ready to continue despite the odds, but it looks like he is still seeing some stars.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Robin was on patrol for the night, and Damian had been in Park Row waiting and listening on the police scanner. Though underneath him had got a level of attention.

  Of course, he wouldn't be a Bat if he allowed someone to just get the tar knocked out of him seven to one, so why not increase the odds? From the rooftops comes a streak of red, gold, and green, strking one in the head using his momentum. He finishes his handing in bat-fashion, cape draped around him, hood up to emphasize the slight glow to the eyelets on the mask he wore.

  Damian's fists rose up, in boxing style as he joined up next to Franklin as he stood his ground. "You ok?" he asks, keeping focus on the goons, and not actually seeing who he was standing next to, for the moment. "Call the cops if you need to fall back." Immediately following his statement, he squared up against the closest assailant, bobbing and weaving to make himself an opening.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Robin could honestly think Franklin is as surprised as the criminals at his appearance. Did not see Robin coming of course, as Franklin was not trained to fight ninja's. It is only the vibe of a simular but very different to him that kept Franklin from turning on again as an abush like that could really kill him if aimed properly. Franklin doesn't take the time to look either as he trusted this person so far! Instead he looks around a bit as Robin goes into combat mode moving forward hitting with shock.

While looking around Franklin finally says, "No.. I will not.. Sorry?" and his tone though a little hurt doesn't sound angry at all more calm and calculating as you know he prob is right now. Finnally moving after Robin had prob already started his attack he swings around wide as they were focusing on the real threat, coming in again with a renewed vigor as with the Robin the tides be changing.

The poor fake Jamacian that was in the front prob didn't even see it coming since he was so worried, Robin being well known here, was facing away when a punch comes in hitting the neck left side with a very percise jab, and the man he just hits legs start to wobbke so other then moving forward he doesn't at all. Unfortunetly the rest seem to be splitting up, but that was more one on one for both of them, and they were actually considering running already.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Robin pulls off a couple hits on the guy in front of him, only to leapfrog above him to daze and confuse him into Franklin's reach. "Heads up then!" He calls out, before heading over to another, this time not boxing, as he rushes toward Robin, Damian raises a knee to the solarplexus before turning around for a spinning kick to the legs.

  Should Franklin get a chance to observe, the varied styles and such were definitely Damian toying with them. It was not until Damian jumped up and landed on the guy's chest that he brought him down, while a flurry of punches whipped through the air.

Franklin Richards has posed:
One on one... These guys don't stand a chance, had that one not moved at that angel he might of been alright, but lots can happen when your actually fighting in an alley alone, This was important he had made many mistakes he thinks to himself of every motion the first distracted man, from whoever tought him whatever that is.. Must of been a Marine, as it is gross, as he kicks the guy so hard in the theigh the other ones behind him can hear it. He doesn't stop there gut punching him twice, and finishing with a knee as the man bends down from the other blows. Looking up he grins a bit looking as one guy is just flat out running away... Like for his life just running as far and fast as he can possibly move. The rest were down it seemed so he took one more glance around quietly to check he was right..

Taking in a deep breath, and says.. "Ooow man.." Giving the lead guy a kick once more to make sure it stung a little when he woke up.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian had the runner in his sights, but instead of giving chase, he reaches for that famous utility belt.

  It was a set of bolas that he removed, and started to twirl them around before letting them fly. Right before turning the corner, the bolas make contact with the legs and trip the fellow, who was now clawing at the concrete whining 'Noooo!' as Robin pulled the line in while walking towards his captured prey.

  "Shut it." He comments to the thug, before binding his arms and wiping his hands clean from a job well done.

  "I saw your work, you do not fight poorl-oh." It was exactly that moment that he saw just who he had dove in to defend. "Long way from New York, huh?" He asked, lowering his hood and overall just wondering what was going on. His tone was not condescending, simply curious.

Franklin Richards has posed:
As damian finishes them Franklin turns his mind to a new problem.. How much does he tell Damian, though he just smiled a bit to cover the thought of witholding information from the detective gang.. club.. whatever it was called. He could show him, the truth. He then looks as he is figured out and chuckles a bit. No that would be too much, and sometimes it is better not to know. "Yea.. they have this thing called a bus." he smiles a bit "They just let any one on it was amazing." Looking at the people around them he frowns a bit, "Sorry about this.. There is a reason.." he pauses a moment... then continues a little lower. "I could share it, but beware.. Somethings are not ment to be known."

As he is talking softly he is now looking Damian in the glowing eyes though Franklins are not. They are focused though his warning serious not really sure if he should do it anyway. He holds a hand out.. "Take it and you will know what I know. Just remember it is all in your head you will be here safe." he looks down at his hand a bit. "You have my word.. full power till you get back... if you go."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Ahh, yes. I hear the normal folk take those. I hear you have to buy a tick-et, was it?" Robin commented and laughed a bit. "Ehh, if it was not you, it would have been others."

  Damian's face moved back to the slight frown he almost always had. There was a definite contemplation going on in that head of his.

  "Screw it. Not like I have not seen some shit before." He suddenly shifts forward to take the offered hand, the green leather clasping firmly.

Franklin Richards has posed:
It starts as a simple black dot. Its black at night, but this is really black so much it makes the dark a little bit more Gray. This darnk expands and quickly growing till the horizon is gone, the moon gone, as it speeds closer and closer. Till nothing... void is all you see though lightly the voice you heard before says "All in your mind... Remember."

With a flash Robin finds himself on the field though there are lots of people around him. If he looks to see who or what they are it just doesn't work.. never get what you need it seems. As you see Franklin fighting someone hand to dagger with him having the hand his powers not doing anything. You see him struck down right there, and the swirling concussion that is released at that point.

The energy brightens your sight again, and you return perfectly safe to your body. Holding a hand of Franklin in a now empty alley the bodies seemed to of moved when you were away though Franklin himself doesn't seem bothered.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's vision changes, and yet he remains cool as he cant see who is around, save for Franklin. Who is then struck down and the following blast of energy afterward.

  A tut of his tongue rings through the alley after Damian returns to his body. "Take it from someone who's grandfather is seven hundred years old, premonition does not always come true." Though he did pause to think of who or what was fighting Franklin in that vision.

  "Your assassin, you know them?" It was then that Damian's brain flooded with thought. "Sounds like you also need to brush up on your fighting." Obviously, there was something there that he didn't want to have happen, despite the earlier comment regarding prophecy.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin holds up his hand to interupt only once. "Even truth maybe a lie as it could just be a sign of what is happening to another Franklin somewhere else right now.. Or the Future.. I do not know" Franklin then is quiet listening carefully and thinks about it. "The land was different.. A field but nothing I have ever seen. And the killer.."

"I have but one killer.. Death will come for me when it is time." he looks over at Damian hoping he is not pushing it away. "I know the killer I do not know when, and how, or why death would fight me without powers.." he sighs a bit, "It makes no sense, but yes.. So I came out here." he looks around a bit.. "I mean if I can do it here I can do it anywhere." he chuckles to himself again.

He then seems to grin, as he looks at Damian, "And I can punch that Bitch right in the mouth." and holds his fist up for emphasis.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "So, it might not even be you." He isn't pushing Franklin away, simply taking in options. "And yet you did not seek out Batman for training?" There was a bit of reading between the lines there. "Even still. If you want to fight against an armed opponent, you have to train against an armed opponent."

  Robin gives his knuckle a crack, before smirking. "You can train against me, if you need."

Franklin Richards has posed:
:Franklin walks up to the Robin, and does something people prob don't do ofen. He puts an arm around his neck and waves his hand to the sky. "Fate tells you just enough to worry you, big enough where it may even fool you, and nasty enough to make you want to try anyway." he turns smiling at his new friend. "Believe me it can drive you crazy, but don't worry about it. Take everything you just learned and let it wash away." he grins a bit. "This is our choice not some story choice be written for us."

Releasing now if not forced to before he turns and nods to Damian, "I am sure it will work out. Or else we all die.. Just another Tuesday.. When I return we will do just what you suggested." Then with that he just disapears, maybe he wasn't even really there. It felt impactful you saw it looked real. Could it all of been some illusion the whole time? Again some things are best just not known.