16871/Renewed Acquaintances

Renewed Acquaintances
Date of Scene:	10 January 2024
Location:	Level 4 - Kitchen and Dining - The Roost
Synopsis:	Robin stops by the Outsiders' Roost to bring Rose into a plan.
Cast of Characters:	Rose Wilson, Damian Wayne

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Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson is pretty conspicuous under the best of circumstances, with the white hair and eye patch. To someone with the Batcave's resources, it's easy connect the dots. Of course she's also worked with Robin (Damian), so her cell number is in the database.

After getting the text, Rose is waiting in the elevator at the Roost. She's dressed casually in a pair of well-worn Daisy Dukes and an oversized t-shirt, her bare toes wiggling and phone in one hand.

Damian Wayne has posed:
Arriving from the elevator, Damian steps off of it, and notices Rose. He's kitted out in the dark greys and blacks of the current Robin suit. At the small of his back, there are two sheathes. One of them is notably absent a sword.

But the other thing that Rose may realize is that it's been two years ... and six inches since she saw him last. He's grown. Thin, wiry, but there's no masking that flat expression that he usually has on his face. As he looks her over, he takes her in and gives her a nod. "Hey. Tried to reach out to Red. Hood and Robin, couldn't reach either. Ran into a bit of trouble, wanted to give them an update on it, figured I'd let you in on it to." What, no hello, how do you do, how's life, you look damn good?

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson lifts an eyebrow, the one without the patch, and her gaze wanders down and then back up again. For her part, she hasn't changed much in two years. Maybe she's filled out a little, but that could easily be because she's doing less of the hard stuff these days.

Yes, she notices his once-over as well, and when he launches right to business she replies with a playful smirk. "Good to see you, too. And I like the suit." She tilts her head in the direction of the rec room, then.

"Outsiders are a family, but this isn't family business. Drinks are in the fridge, but we can talk in my room." She pads, no she saunters, over to the fridge to grab something for herself. A Japanese soda, of all things. Waiting for him to choose... or not... Rose heads to the rec room.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Through the rec room, then into the long hallway with bedrooms. Reaching one of the doors, Rose turns to face him as she twists the handle and opens it with a bump of her hip. "We can talk freely in here." she declares.

Damian Wayne has posed:
While Damian may be interested in the ramune that's in the fridge, he goes with the bottle of water, and follows after Rose as she starts to... is she sauntering? Yes, apparently she is. Raising a brow, he follows the young woman through the recreation to her bedroom as she opens the door. "We could have talked anywhere, the information is not that private." he points out as he moves to settle on the bed, but not before removing his utility belt, so he can sit.

Once he's settled, he folds his hands in his lap and glances over at her. "There's a new threat in town. Someone with abilities that may rival yours in hand to hand. Maybe even your dad's." he explains, considering his words, "She was able to overpower me with her skills, and managed to take one of my blades."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson pops the top of her ramune, taking a swig on her way inside behind Damian. "Look, I respect your privacy, even with this group." she replies. After all, he's the one who showed up in costume. Once he sits, her gaze flickers briefly to the utility belt as if to divine its mystical contents.

As Ravager, Rose has her own assortment of gear, but Bat-toys are legendary in the business.

She settles on the bed beside him, tucking one leg up to rest her chin on the knee. "A new, -skilled- threat in town? Color me intrigued." she replies. The smirk returns, although it only takes the mention of her father to cloud the expression. Rose nods slowly, then. "Even my father can be beaten." she declares.

Damian Wayne has posed:
"I'm sure he can be. He has been." Damian responds as he draws from the water, taking a long swing from it as he flicks an eye towards Rose as she eyes the utility belt. "I wouldn't." he warns playfully. There's no telling what type of security systems may ne on that paticular piece of gear.

Pulling out his phone, he opens it and swipes it to a picture of a pale white girl, no more than sixteen, with a skull motiff on her face, gleeful swinging a pair of knives.

"She calls herself Flatline, and seems to be a master of different types of fighting styles. If you could get the information out to the other Outsiders, I'd appreciate it. Don't know who she works for, but she seems to be for hire. Find her boss, we can figure out how to stop her."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson grins broadly at the caution. "I won't." she replies. A quick glance around the room shows that Rose has plenty of weapons on hand, at least. No need to conceal her Ravager ID here.

She leans in when he pulls out his phone and starts swiping pictures. "She seems a bit young for you." Rose offers, a bit playfully. On the subject of fighting styles, the white-haired girl just nods. She's got a fair bit of depth in that department as well. "Flatline, hmm? I'll put the word out, but you won't take her down in a casual encounter."

Leaning back a bit, Rose takes a longer pull of the ramune bottle. "You need a plan, preferably with multiple people. Box her in, close off retreat options, surround and overwhelm. And it has to be quick."

Damian Wayne has posed:
There's a small sniff as she leans in close to him, before Damian is paying attention to her more intently as she starts to speak and lay out her thoughts on the matter. "Yeah, that's the catch. Only other news I have of her is her killing a number of people at a show in New York that were threatening mutants." he explains.

"But your idea has merit. If we knew how, we could bait a trap. She was clearly at the party I came across her at because she was after a mark. So, assassin. I figure you might be able to use your contacts, figure out who she's working under and see if we can get a bead on her." He turns his attention away from her bare leg and back to the phone, putting it back in lock and tucking it away.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson smells, well, clean. Fresh, even. Her shampoo and soap are unscented, and if she has a signature perfume she's not wearing it. She nods again, swirling the bottle while they talk. "The Outsiders are a good start, but you're right about my old contacts. Even then, it's an outside shot at best."

She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Really, the most reliable way to find an assassin is to hire them." Rose used to -be- an assassin, after all. "The really good ones know how to blend into the woodwork, slip out long enough to do a job and then disappear again. We'll never find her if she's underground..." again, Rose should know "... so we need to lure her out. The -best- way is to find a weakness, a person or cause that she cares about. Second best is to hire her for a hit that's really a setup."

Damian Wayne has posed:
"There's a lot of variables." Robin admits as he draws in another breath, a thoughtful noise as he puses his lips together, tapping his finger on his own knee. "We use the old contacts, whoever is controlling her may squirrel her away." There's a soft noise of frustration, it's all so vexxing.

"I could look into who she was protecting at the play. Maybe it was a family member, lover, or other relation..." he considers. "Setting her up for a fake hit would again, require the means to contact her." A pause, and a glance aside to Ravager.

"Unless, of course..." he points out to her, "She may actually be young enough to fangirl over an older, more mature peer in the same field."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson tilts her head, white hair spilling across half her face as she grins. "There are -always- a lot of variables with the good ones." she agrees. "It's going to require a good plan with layers of contingencies, so thinking like your -mentor- or my father is going to be important."

Rose lowers her knee, setting the empty bottle down and extending her legs to cross them at the ankles. "Build a dossier, first. I'll put the word out to some of my less-savory old friends and see if we can kick over any rocks."

She looks at him more directly, then. "For a fake hit to work we'll need a very skilled victim and at least two others, one for long range and one up-close." That brow raises again. "An older, more mature assassin, you mean? You think she could be a fangirl? That's definitely a twist."

If only either of them actually -knew- an older assassin...

Damian Wayne has posed:
"I'm well aware of that. This is just a start of an idea." Robin responds and snorts, giving her leg a small push before he finishes off the water and sets aside the bottle for the moment. Laying back on the bed, he stares up at the ceiling, looking thoughtful.

"I'll work on the dossier idea. See what Batman has in the files that I may be able to work with." A click of his tongue on the inside of his jaw as he glances up towards Rose's back as she points out who the older, more mature assassin could be.

"I meant you. You're well-known in those circles. If she hears you're in Gotham and causing trouble, she might seek you out."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson chuckles when he pushes her leg and she nudges back. Leaning on one hand, she half-turns when he lays back to stare at the ceiling. The loose t-shirt is concealing, at least, unlike the shorts.

Rose laughs, then. "Are you suggesting that I take up wet-work again? Not sure how my new housemates would feel about me falling off the wagon, but it IS for a good cause..."

Rose shrugs, then. "I'll relocate to Gotham for a little while, then. See if I remember how to get into trouble..." The grin returns, then, and she winks.

Damian Wayne has posed:
"It's only trouble for the others if they don't know about it. Be transparent with them, they can help us sell it." Robin comments, not making any overt attempt to look up her shirt. "It won't be falling off the wagon. It will be you driving a wagon you know how to use very well."

But there's a nod. "We can see how it goes. Dangle the bait, see if she reaches up and nibbles at the line." His hands rest at her side, not exactly grabbing for her, but not retreating from her closeness. "We'll give it a couple of weeks, see if we can flush her out. Sound good?"

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson half-turns when his hands rest at her side, facing him more directly. A bare leg draws in. "I'll talk with my team, but you talk with the Bats. We need to keep things exciting, just so that everybody knows which side I'm pretending to be on."

Rose isn't shy either, of course. "Let's see what we can manage in a couple weeks, then." She looks at him more closely. "You sure you don't want anything stronger to drink?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
"I'll let the Bats know." Robin comments and then looks down at Rose and raises a brow at her. "We'll make sure they're on board, set the bait and see what happens when we get a bite." he responds as he moves to sit up on her elbow.

There's a shake of his head. "I do not think I need a stronger drink, we set a good plan. I'm sure it will work. Thank you for the help." A brief smile flashed at her.