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The First and the Scion
Date of Scene: 12 March 2020
Location: Batcave
Synopsis: The rest of the bay group get to meet Bruce's biological son, hijinxs ensue. Damian's head gets bumped, Dick shows his daddy issues. Batman does the shadow thing, it was overall a gas.
Cast of Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Carrie Kelley, Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne




Damian Wayne has posed:
     It had been something Damian had never thought would happen. Talia had been indeed following him as he made his play for Gotham. It was only in the beginning steps when Batman had found him out, blows had been exchanged when Talia called for the fight to stop, Damian had his sword held up defensively, and she told him. 'Meet your father, Damian.'

  It had been that, which set Damian on this trip, what he had wanted for so long, to know who his father was. But it hadn't been for much, as Batman had him placed into an ancillary room in the batcave, it wasn't a punishment, but precautions were needed. Damian had in fact been the one who had laid waste to a swath of Gotham's mafia, afterall.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Totally not a punishment. Nope. Having seen Barbara's post when it came across his secure line, Dick made his way back to the cave. There had already been one surprise here recently -- so he decided to wear the Nightwing costume out of an abundance of caution as he glanced at the meal Alfred had brought down. Very Bruce approved. Healthy, nutritious... and plain, really.

So that's why Nightwing has a greasy bag from Big Belly burger. "Heard they had Avengers toys this week." he offers as he puts the bag into the slot to slide over to Damian, then does so with the drink.

Screw protien, it's a chocolate shake.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     To say Damian was pissed off, was an understatement, not allowed to leave, and hardly any conversation from Bruce himself...led the boy to continuously search the cell he'd been put in for ways to get out. Of course, he hadn't made much advances in his efforts. Bruce had searched Damian for every weapon and tool he had on him. The contents of which were sitting on a table, in plain view of the assassin.

  What could be moved in the cell, had been the mattress thrown to the side, any attempt to use the springs had been thwarted, as the bed was only supported by concrete. It had been quite the wreck. The boy in League garb, black and white, turned as he heard the drawer slide. Damian had never had fast food before. His meals had always been like what Bruce had approved. Balanced, and healthy, but when you have no idea of what else there is...well, ignorance is bliss.

  His bright green eyes pierced through the shadow, much like his mother and his grandfather before him. He stepped forward and inspected the bag. "What, The Detective send you in to play the good cop?" He asks, his voice was high, still in the throughs of deepening.

  The contents were inspected though, the burger was approached like, well, like someone would approach a bowl of his favorite blood soup, cautious, and evaluative.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Nope. Doesn't even know I'm here. I mean, he will when he gets the message, but until then..." Nightwing shrugs, taking his own bag to open it an unwrapping the burger, made all of the way with avocado added. Because avocado makes it all healthy, right? "So. What was the plan. Kill Batman, take over, and we all just mope and stuff, or you know, you try to kill us all too. Sounds kinda like a lazily thought out plan, really."

He takes his first bite from the burger and looks up at Damian. "It isn't much worse when the grease congeals, but it's better when it's hot." he points out between bites.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian looked at the unwrapped burger, taking a moment to answer Dick. "The plan was to take over Gotham, and prove once and for all that I am the true heir to the League of Assassins, like I was born to be." He bites, not knowing what he was in for. The first moment was of disgust, the second, not so bad.

  "Until mother showed up and..." He waved about the cell he was currently in. "It May be a stretch for you, but you can plainly see where I am now."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Huh." Dick chuckles as he takes a bite. "Man, what is it with picking the kids that want to do everything and don't have any patience." he comments between bites. "And now you're in here. He tell you what he wants to do with you yet?" he asks. He's stewing over his own thought, and he mulls it over a drink of water. "You're what? Fifteen? Sixteen?" he asks curiously.

"So yeah. About that plan. Didn't go pretty well for you, hmm?" he asks casually. "But I got to admit. You have drive. Maybe a bit too much 'gimmie' there, but it's a start."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's eyes scowl a bit at the comment from Dick. "I am HARDLY in a mood to be toyed with like a caged animal." He yells, getting closer and closer to the door. "I don't care what HE plans to do with me, I am going to get the fuck out of here if I die trying, I'll go through you, and whoever else stands in my way."

  To that extent, Damian closes his eyes, concentrating, he hated doing this. But his muscles in his throat start flexing, and with a bit of effort, he pulls out a small plastic bag, from his mouth. Yes, it was an old prisoner trick, but it often worked, no one expects a small tool hidden in one's esophagus.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Really? What would you think if I just... open the door?" Nightwing asks, rising up as he bundles up the burger wrapper and tosses it in the bag. "I'm going to take a stab here. Your mother and grandfather weren't paying you enough attention, so you wanted to prove yourself. I was there once. I had to prove myself to him. And believe me, my path was much harder than yours. Here's the deal."

And that's when Damian starts to pull his choking chicken act to spit up the tool. And he lets out a sigh of breath. "They never listen, do they? You get the pitch all put together, and nope. Here we go again. Was I this stubborn?" he asks noone in paticular.

Waiting for Damian to get it out of his system, Dick folds his hands over his chest, and he waits. He really wants to see how quickly the kid can jimmy the lock. But while he does that, his finger hovers over the knockout gas button. He holds back from pressing it. "How'd you like to work with some other people your age, and get some brownie points with the old man?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The sound of footsteps approach without intent to hide. Perhaps even they were purposefully made as another approaches. Should Nightwing and even Damian be paying attention it would be easy enough to pick out as Carrie makes her way down the hall. Unlike Nightwing, she wasn't in costume. At least not a complete costume. The 'catsuit' (not literally), boots and gloves were worn, but nothing else. No mask, no vest, nothing that would even hint at who she was when in full costume. This was what she typically wore when training only.

For now it suited though.

Spotting Nightwing already at the door an eyebrow lifts along with a little inward sigh. So much for checking on the new kid. She was curious to see if he really was Bruce's son.

"Are you done playing around?" She asks openly as she pauses to watch what the boy inside the cell was starting to do with a look of pure amusement.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian picks apart the tools, and starts to get to work. He does manage to listen to Nightwing as he makes his proposal. "And just what the fuck is a brownie point? And who the fuck is this?!" He scowls to the newcomer, yet back to working that lock.

  Three seconds later, the tumblers turn and the door is unlocking.

Dick Grayson has posed:
And Dick using an old trick himself to keep Damian in the cell. He wedges a wing-ding in the door's hinge to lock it. He's giving Damian the 'really' look when he hears the sound of sneakers in the hallway. "Sup, Carrot?" comes Dick's offer to the little bird as he turns his attention back to the cell. "Something you're going to need a lot of if you try to get out of here before 'Dad' says so." he points out.

"I was trying to give him an out, but he's as big of a brat as Jason was. Maybe worse." he comments dryly. "But hey, if he wants to flail at the wind and doesn't give a damn, why should I?" he asks with a rolling shrug of his shoulders. "I was just going to see if he might want to check out Titans Tower when he gets sprung. The kids could use a Robin. They all could use something." While his chin's up, he's still got that look of someone that lost and lost hard when it comes to the Titans.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Ignoring the dig about who she was, at least for now, Carrie explains with a calm enough tone, "A brownie point is a slang term for starting to earn your way into the good graces of someone in authority. Namely Batman in this case." The ginger girl comes up to stop beside Nightwing tipping her head toward him slightly as she listens to his explanation of the Titans.

"Oh. They could use a Robin." The tone is at once flat, and almost mocking as her once neutral expression flashes to a hint of anger at his statement. "Figure I should get used to being skipped over for that at this point." Even so that doesn't stop her from 'accidentally' stomping her foot down ontop of Nightwings', even if it's futile.

Turning her attention back toward Damian in the cell she flashes a grin. "Well of course he's being a brat. You're treating him like a kid, and not a soldier."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "I see." He comments, looking to Carrie with a bit more respect. The door wing-dinging only garners a swift kick from Damian, to which revealed, Batman had taken his shoelaces too. They were saw wire on the inside, but Bruce couldn't have known that, right? "I'm still here, asshole!" The boy's boot flies off and sends him directly on the concrete below him, hitting his head with a thwack sound.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"That's because the Bat treats everyone like soldiers." Dick responds to Carrie. Really, were he and Barbara the only ones that were allowed to have something that resembled a childhood?

Not everyone answer that at once.

Feeling the stomp on his foot, Dick shakes his head. "...everyone wants to be an army, but we're a family first. Even our displaced members."

Though he doesn't get much further than that when Damian cries out and then... he's down on the concrete. "Soldier, huh?" he asks Carrie flatly as he reaches to pull the wingding from the door. "You want to check on him? Pretty sure it's a trap to lower our guard. I can look, just be ready for the inevitable betrayl of the carnivores."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Don't want to be an army. Just want to be who I was to begin with." Even though she says that Carrie just stands there a moment looking distant, and quiet, until Nightwing speaks again. Giving a shake of her head she lets out a sigh in response. There's no apology for the footstomp. It wasn't as if it was really damaging or could hurt him with those shoes of his. Instead she offers a faint shrug.

"Course it is." That doesn't stop her from stepping forward to unlock the door, and step inside joining Damian there. Wordlessly she offers a hand out to him to offer him help up. "I'm Carrie."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's body lies there, he still breathes, but his eyes are barely open. It was this close that the whole of him could be taken in, he was small, but definitely a spitfire. Even unconscious, he looked like he could pounce and start fighting.

  The small assassin blinks a couple times, rousing himself back to reality. It was no ploy, as seen from the blood left on the ground as he lifted his head.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Balls," Carrie blurts out as she crouches down without hesitation now. That hint of blood along with his eyes slipping back into focus has her letting out a sigh. Maybe that wasn't as much an ambush as they'd thought. "Hang still, you cracked your head real good. Grayscale, get the medkit. Not about to let the Boss' kid bleed out."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Dammit." Dick hisses, grabbing the medkit off his belt and tosses it to Carrie as he moves to knee down next to Damian. "And this is not the way to make an impression on your father." he says with a frown as he moves to gently roll Damian to the side to check the injury. "Hopefully he won't need stitches."

Dick and Carrie are currently in Damian's cell, tending to him after he kicked off his own boot and landed on his head.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian regaining consciousness has the boy squirm a bit, he wasn't about to start taking orders. It just wasn't in his blood.

  Damian's hand reaches to the back of his head, feeling the wound back there. He gave a loud tsk as he brought his hand in front of his eyes to make sure that's what it was.

  He was angry at the situation, angry at himself for forgetting about the laces, angry that he is being what he would call 'doted on' and angry at his mother for not saying anything before about his own dad. People could just feel the anger around him right now. Soon coming to a boil.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley reaches up to snag the medkit from the air when Nightwing threw it her way. "Thanks," she states simply as she rocks back on her heels to give Damian room to sit up. Even though the kit was in hand, and clicked open to reveal the rather thorough contents, she waits a moment. When he seems more annoyed at the blood than upset she clears her throat slightly.

"I know you've probably had worse, but I'd feel better if you'd let me make sure that's not serious." Looking back over her shoulder toward Nightwing she adds with a lopsided grin. In a mock whisper she adds, "Plus Nightwing is a big softy and would mope all night if he thought you were really hurt."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Yeah, he's got a great audition going." Dick starts to say and then looks up at Carrie, and in his eyes is the apology. "...I didn't suggest you for the Titans, Carrie... because one, you're nearly twenty-one. I didn't think you'd want to hang with the young kids or be a mentor. Two, I thought you'd want to stay around Gotham more because it's what you're used to. Titans is more a global thing." then he pauses, "And three..." Is because he saw what happened to Jason when he was on the Titans. Them Doomsday. And he can't really tell Carrie that he didn't want her to go through that.

Just like he could never tell Barbara and it fractured their relationship. "...I don't have a good three." he admits as he rises to his feet. "Let me get him a wet towel and an ice pack. Does he need stitches? Alfred's best at them."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     He's starting to get more into the situation. Grumbling. "I am still here, Nightwing." Yeah, he clocked that audition quip. "As many of your ilk can attest, I am very capable."

  Carrie's ask to look at the wound is accepted, for now. If he had wounded any other side of himself than behind his head, he would be insisting on doing it himself. His face remained scowled, this was not how the plan was supposed to go, at all

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Babs shows up in the cage because of course she knows Damian is here. She knows a lot of things about the cave at this point with all the Bat Computer and Security upgrades. That isn't to say Bruce has no secrets, because of course he does. He has plans for everything and everyone, including Babs, that he keeps very much to himself.

Still she knows Damian is here and she comes kitted out in her full gear. Her batcycle pulling in to the bay and parking and then her footsteps can be heard jogging over "N.W. ... why is the cell open?" okay now she sounds alarmed. She has seen the kid in action after all.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley gives a simple nod of quiet thanks to Damian for allowing her to look over that injury. She was already starting to see she'd have to phrase things carefully with him. Like she used to have to do with the old Boss. Offer, but not demand. As she sets to her task of gently parting the hair on the back of his head to get a better view of the injury she reaches into the kit to fish out the antiseptic spray. Part to help clean off the blood to get a better view, part to do what antiseptic does. "Still get treated like a kid though," she mumbles perhaps only loud enough for Damian to hear.

Attention shifting back to the apology and explainations given she just nods faintly. "I've only been twenty for two months..." Whatever other answer she might have given is curtailed by the sound of Babs' bike, and then her calling out to Nightwing. Shifting her attention back to Damian she says, "No stitches needed. Just some clotting agent should do. Nothing serious." A pause and she adds for Damian's sake, "That's Batgirl."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Jack fell down and broke his crown, Jill's providing medical care." Nightwing offers to Barabra, before adding a more quiet. "Hey." It's been a while, please ignore him for a moment as he tries to busy himself with anything else than noticing Barbara, thanks.

"They look like they have it handled. I'm gonna head back over to Bludhaven. Have my own mess to deal with."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     A soft huff in recognition was given from Damian, he heard that little bit from Carrie. But he did not say anything, just a small understanding.

  "You." He says, pointing to Nightwing, not noting his head as Carrie applies the solution. "If it gets me the hell out of this cell, I will do it." He says, before Dick can leave.

  Considering how strict Talia had been with Damian, this was a cakewalk, the little bastard was tough, much tougher than he had to be.

  "I am aware, I recognized the footfalls." He comments, a tinge of boastful sarcasm aimed towards Carrie, unintentional. "That's four times now, Batgirl. Four times I could have killed you."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Batgirl slows her roll and stares at Dick when he starts acting a bit, well not odd this is pretty normal, but still the lack of looking at her is a bit vexing.

Sigh.

She walks over to look into the room, her stance is not relaxed it is ready still, though not obviously to the untrained. "What did you offer him to let him out of the cell before Batman is ready to NW?"

She stares at Damian. "You had one chance to hurt me, not four times to kill me Damian. Don't underestimate me, I'm not unestimating you unlike some people." yeah that was a zing at Carrie and Dick, but not malicious.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"I'm going to talk to Bats about it. It's just an offer, Batgirl." Dick wants to grab her by the shoulders. And tell her that he was sorry for ever leaving Gotham. That he should have asked her to come with him to the Titans. That he could have been there when she was shot.

That he loved her still.

Then all about Superman still being alive. But that doesn't bring back Don. Or Kole. Or the sixteen million of Genosha.

"Also, might want to talk to Bats yourself. We came on some information that might be a lead for what happened in Hammer Bay."

Bruce Wayne has posed:
First, there was nothing.

Then, there was Batman.

Not even his proteges are spared Batman's talents. The hallway near the cell is empty, then, it is not. Batman is *there*, as if he'd simply stepped through a space between the walls just out of the corner of everyone else's eyes. He's attired similarly to the others; armor and cape, though no cowl. Just a blankly expressionless face. Lips thin minutely and his features resolve into a familiar expression: disappointment. In general. For everyone.

Silence reigns for a long second and he focuses those blue-eyes on Damian's. It's impossible to miss the eerie similarity between them, save for the finer bone structure that's a gift from Damian's mother.

"Expected better from Talia," Batman says in that gravelly monotone. "She should have taught you more of the Crow Nation."

With an entire admonition and history lesson ensconsed in that sentence, Batman turns his attention to his older proteges. "What do you have on Hammer Bay?" he inquires in that same clipped, brusque tone.

Damian's bleeding a bit, but that is clearly Not A Batman problem from the way he glances at the wound. As long as there's no brain leakage out the nose, Batman clearly is considering it something for the Batlings to resolve among themselves.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Robin. He offered him Robin," Carrie responds with a dry tone as she finishes her ministrations on Damian. The clotting agent applied and she smooths his hair back down in place to hide the injury. The blood on the floor she could do nothing with right now.

"And you should take it. You only ever get one chance at it," Carrie murmurs to her current patient as she packs up the medkit.

Rising to her feet she dusts her hands off on her sides turning away with a sigh toward the door ready to take what yelling or punishment she might get from Batman. Because the door to Damian's cell is open, and *she's* the one inside with him. That can't look good. Though it seems he's all work as he's demanding an update earning a soft 'ah' from her.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Batgirl's gloved fist moves unexpected and like a snake, smacking into Nightwings shoulder with a soft 'pop' noise after Carrie says that Dick offered the murder assassin kid Robin. The look she shoots over right after is a GEEZE sort of look.

Then she notes to Carrie and Damian. "It isn't all it's cracked up to be, also I imagine Robin might have something to say about that." it is said dryly and just a bit sardonically.

"I haven't been looking into Hammer Bay or Genosha with all the problems we have here." she looks to Batman nodding to him and then looks to Dick. "What sort of lead and do I need to get hacking at the problem?" the first part to Dick still, but the inquiry of course of action is to Bats.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"No, Carrie. I offered to let him be a /Titan/, I said they need a Robin, they have Tim - but what I meant is that they need a leader. But you want to be hung up on the big R, all you." Dick responds in a flat tone into the cell when Bruce arrives. He's probably the most used to it out of the Batlings. "Was wondering when you were going to show. Don't have any cucumber sandwiches to drop tonight."

A tease. And a hint. TELL THEM.

Because Dick wasn't going to do it. "I meant what we were considering the other night." he points out, as if that makes the mud any clearer. "If we're going to take what happened in Genosha seriously, we should have everyone in on it." His hands fold over his chest, posture one of concern. "But I know the usual 'it's not Gotham so it doesn't matter speech is coming'."

The same argument that led to Dick leaving in the first place. And then Batgirl's smack in his arm and her comment reminds him of that part of the argument as well. He reaches up and rubs a hand over his face. "This was a mistake. I'm out."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "The only underestimating is on your end. You approached from the southeast, I had a rifle scope on you from two blocks away. Your ingress was clean but the flashbang you used should have been cooked one more second. I had enough time to cover." Damian's head is sill aimed downward, but those al Ghul eyes were very hard to miss, they pierced right through the air and at Batman. "Father." Yes, they were both going to have to get used to that.

  "Mother taught me to be an assassin, which is more than I can say about you!" Yes, a low blow. Neither of them knew they were related until the night before. At this point, all four and a half feet of Damian was standing, his fists balled up at his sides as he stared down the Bat. He was far too angry to think anything else. He even managed a side long glance to the table where all of his equipment laid, most of all, his sword.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Batman stares at all of his wards-- adopted, biological, or acquired-- with chilling silence. Lips thin a bit harder and he makes pointed eye contact with each in turn. Damian included.

"Genosha is /not/ Gotham," he agrees, finally. His voice is cold and lacks equivocation. "Intelligence is our greatest asset. Don't ever pass up a chance to study the enemy." A beat. "The world is large; we are few. We can't abandon Gotham for every calamity that comes up. Or global disaster. That's a problem for the Avengers."

Even with his hands at his side, in whiplash-ready relaxation, he speaks with a controlled precision. "I will share information with you when I deem it to be necessary," he reminds the others. Dick gets a pointed look. "Contrary to what you think, I do not casually volunteer information entrusted to me in secrecy."

"Carrie." Batman looks at Carrie. "As you've elected to let ... Damian out of his cell, I'm assuming you're taking personal responsibility for him. If that task is too much for you, let Nightwing know."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley just scrunches her face in a bit of frustrated confusion when Nightwing 'clarifies.' "That wasn't how it sounded at all. And of *course* I'm hung up on it. It's as much part of me as it's a part of you." Clucking her tongue she risks crossing her arms over her chest to tip her glance away with a little frown. She'd been out of the loop too long it felt like.

Right now there was another anger though, one sharper and keener than her own long patience growing thin. With hands uncrossing she steps to the side away from Damian to give him some room. At least until Batman speaks directly toward her.

"... Of course, Boss."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara just eye rolls a little, which doesn't show through the mask/cowl combo thanks to the lenses. "Okay shortstack." she notes to Damian. No she isn't underestimating him, she has seen him fight, but god it is like he is going to mansplain how devious and villainous he is. This is not the first time Batgirl has been monologued to about all the ways she failed and is alive only because a villain let her live.

The look to Dick is a little more irritated though, that pop was almost friendly, but this look about him being out again... well there is some judgemental in her body language she choses to not hide. She bites down on all the things that try to pop out of her mouth, things like it figures or of course you are or such. Ah drama. Instead she takes a breath +Try to not be such a stranger this time."

Ah well she is positive Bruce knows what he is doing.

Hopefully.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Funny, that's the same thinking that got Gotham isolated after the earthquake. Glad we progressed so far." Dick's tone is part-hurt, part-anger. And pure young man that's found his boundries and is pressing the limits of them. "And is the Justice League of the same mind, then? Genosha is an Avengers problem?" Because Dick isn't going to let Bruce play the isolation card. And yes, it's a low blow. But again. He has that ace that he can't play. Because dammit, he keeps secrets.

And this time, it's biting him in the ass.

There's a look towards Barbara and he cuts his eyes away. No. Not the place. Not the time. "Later." Because clearly he's the Delaware Dick in the Batman's Court, but at least he has his own time machine back home.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's eyes go from staring defiantly up at the much taller man, to softer when Carrie says what she does. Seriously? The look of confusion only lasts about two seconds before he makes his move, deliberate steps, he's small enough to get through easily. The rest of his gear is almost inconsequential to him, but his ninjato, was not. It was a part of him, much like the warriors of old.

  "Fine then." He says, slinging the sword on his back. "Where am I staying?" Yep, he doesn't give a shit about the other drama. It is not his fight. "I will not be going back into that cell." His youthful voice juxtaposed against the content of his words, like the vocabulary of a much older man.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Nightwing's tirade crashes against Batman like waves against a stony cliff. The comparison is a solid one, given how flinty his eyes go at Nightwing's outburst about 'teamwork' and the need for mutual alliances.

But he holds that look until Nightwing turns to excuse himself, and focuses on the others. "You'll stay at the Penthouse with me," Batman tells Damian. "Robin--" he gestures at Carrie-- "will show you the tram to get there from the cave. Gotham's riddled with warrens and abandoned tunnels. Don't get lost," he warns Damian. It's not an admonishment of capability-- it's a warning. Like spelunking, there are some perilous locations under the city for the unawary. "Alfred will make you up a guest room."

Batman leans forward very slightly. It makes his shadow loom behind him, a flickering look at the omnipresent spectre that drives fear into the heart of Gotham's vigilantes. "You will. Be. Polite. To him."

Statement. Not a request. He straightens and looks to Barbara. "I need you on the docks. The power vacuum's creating problems. See what you can do to make sure no one comes out ahead for a few weeks while we settle affairs."

Batman looks at each in turn. "Good night," he bids them, and without waiting for anyone to voice an objection, he turns and departs via the same path Nightwing took moments prior.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley turns half to the side to watch as Damian steps forth to reclaim his sword. There's a watchful gaze that settles on him though somehow she manages not to seem judgemental at his choice. Her own was somewhat in question given arrows were, most of the time, seen as lethal. Instead she remains quiet as Batman gives his commands including his mention of Alfred.

Already she had her phone out typing on it quickly to send a heads-up to the man in question so that he knew a room ought to be prepped. The tunnels usually meant a long trip if not for the already preset mode of transportation.

Then all at once Batman has departed leaving her to glance at Batgirl with a bit of a shrug.

"Let me know if you need any backup. And thanks," she adds with a little tip of her head toward where at Nightwing had run off to. "Catch up later?" She asks with a friendly grin knowing they likely would.

To Damian she states, "Alfred is his butler." There's a pause, a knowing look shared with Barbara, and then she dares to add: "He raised your father. After your grandparents were murdered. Do *not* tell him I told you that, please." She would never hear the end of it--Actually she would. It would be a cold, cold shoulder for a very long time.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara watches Bruce go, she did give a curt nod, acknowledging the order. She will do it of course and do it well. The docks will be pretty much locked down between the surviellance and some ass kicking.

She looks back to Carrie. "Of course, figure if need be you, Spoiler, or Orphan can tag team in." a smile. "Also right back at you on the backup." before refocusing on Damian. "I'd definitely do what the old man said on being polite to Alfred.. one he can kick way more ass than it looks like he can ..and two..well what she said." a nod to Carrie.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian had very little time to actually look around the batcave. But they still needed time to get to where they needed to go.

  "I can be polite." When someone isn't locking him up or talking down to him like a child. In many ways he was a lot like another member of their clan that way. "Shall we?" He asks Carrie.

  Okay, maybe he was laying it on a little thick just to twist the knife, but such was the assassin way. This was going to be one long walk.