548/Dinner at Wayne Penthouse

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Dinner at Wayne Penthouse
Date of Scene: 15 March 2020
Location: Grand Hall - Wayne Manor
Synopsis: Carrie cooks dinner for an injured Dick, and a grumpy Damian. Damian decides to go hunt down Tim for the Robin title.
Cast of Characters: Carrie Kelley, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne




Carrie Kelley has posed:
Rich smells eminate from the kitchen in the penthouse. After getting Damian set up here, checking on Dick after the Bane incident, and then returning she had set to work herself on several things. Now she's in the kitchen taking over for Alfred who was likely seeing to issues with Bruce. Currently she stands in front of a large pot simmering healthily on the stove. The rich, beefy scent comes from here. There was more though. Something else. Something slightly sour but with that heady 'fresh baked bread' smell as the oven dings to announce whatever was in *there* was done as well.

Carrie hums to herself, spins away from the stovetop, to grab oven mits and pull out several small baguette shaped loaves from the oven. "Dinner's almost ready!" She calls out to the penthouse occupants in general. And Dick, who she lured here with the promise of food.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Normally, Dick would not have left Bludhaven after the beating he took. But Carrie knows how to cook - and after fussing at him about take out -- again -- he caved in to her request. He's still using a pair of crutches, but he can at least put weight on his ankle, he's still looking rough, though the swelling on his face has gone down enough that he could go back to work.

'Accident while practicing gymnastics' is what he put on his PTO request.

"It smells delightful, Carrie. You're almost a domestic goddess." he offers to her with a teasing grin as he manuveurs his way to the table.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian had been adjusting, kind of well. At least he stopped trying to stab random people in the bat family. Now he's randomly attacking people declaring a fight.

  The small teen approached with little sound, finding a little fun in sliding around the polished marble floor in his socks. A small joy that before a week ago, would have been frowned upon in the League of Assassins.

  Similarly, Damian slides his way in from the bedroom halls, and into the kitchen.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Domestic Goddess is not on my resume," Carrie retorts with a bemused grin at such a remark. At least she'd gotten him from eating takeout the entire time he recovered. That can't be healthy. The oven mits are taken off and placed back on the hook without even looking where it went. It was a familiar action by now.

"Evening, Damian. You're not lactose intolerant are you?" It's a reasonable question given his lineage and she thought it best to ask before finishing off the contents of the meal. few bowls are ladeled out with the deep brown broth filled with slices of well-cooked onion. Over the top of two she crumbles sharp white cheddar waiting for a response.

"It's a simple meal, but good. My Alfred taught me how to make this."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Just trying to compliment you, Carrie." Dick glances down as he finds the floor interesting and then makes his way to the table, just in time to see Damian come sliding in. "Now you just need a pair of ray-bans and an oversized dress shirt." he smiles slightly at the younger Wayne as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a USB device.

"Brought you something." he comments, setting it on the table. "It's my files on the Titans - things you won't find on the Batcomputer. Personal notes, try outs from those that didn't make it. Everything from the founding until..." he trails off at that.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian shakes his head from side to side. He hadn't had any issues concerning milk products. The comment from Dick only has the boy look a bit confused. He had no idea what the elder Robin had been speaking of.

  "Good, if I am to lead this group, I will have to know everything I can find."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"I know, Dick, it's called teasing. Relax." Likely he was still a bit nervous about the whole Robin misunderstanding from the other night, she figures. As the boys talk, Carrie finishes preparing the meals. Cheese adorns the top of the bowls which she then toasts up to a bubbly melt with a hand torch. That done, a small sourdough baguette is set beside each bowl which she then carries over to the table.

Setting the tray down she offers bowl and plates to each, along with the silverware necessary on the tray. "There's butter for the bread if you like, but I usually just dip it in the broth." With all that work done she pulls out her own chair to sink down into it with a sigh.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Going to be honest with you, Damian. There isn't much to lead at the moment." Dick blows out his breath. "After we buried Don and Kole, the Titans fell apart. They're scattered around the world, doing their own things. Yes, there are files on there telling you where you can find them. I'm not giving you something ready made to go."

"I'm giving you something very broken. Rachel is still in the Tower. She hasn't left it since the funeral." he says quietly. "Gar's been working on her. But it's clear... she's against this idea. You're going to have to convince her it's a good idea."

"You're going to have to convince her you're the leader that I couldn't be."

He doesn't need Damian to be harsh on him, he's harsh enough on himself, as he cracks the cheese with his spoon to dip it in - but only after Carrie joins them.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "I have looked into some other members I would like to recruit." Damian takes a look at the soup and, rather unlike the burger he had, started in on it almost immediately. The beefy oniony broth was pretty much like the nectar of the gods to him. American tastes usually had too much sugar for him.

  "I saw what these Titans had done in the past." He reserves the rest of his opinion for another time, the soup was too good.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley watches the boys start in on their meals while she takes a moment to tear off a small chunk of bread first. It's set to the side to cool just a tad more before plucking up her spoon to dip in as well. The way that Damian goes at it earns a small lift of her eyebrow as she grins, bemused, at his apparent approval of it. Then she glances over toward Dick as well.

"Sounds like he's already got plans," she points out with a grin. "Hope it works out. I was never involved with the Titans myself, but they were a good solid group before the incident. It would be good to have them around again."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Arching a brow, Dick considers, "Anything you're willing to share?" he asks Damian before he takes his first bite. Closing his eyes, he savors it, and reaches over to give Carrie's hand a squeeze. "It's delicious, Care. Thanks." His hand withdraws to start further on the food, just happy to have a home cooked meal -- Carrie saw his fridge. Takeout galore. Being a cop and a vigilante puts stresses elsewhere.

"I was thinking of asking Carrie to help me out more in Bludhaven. Not just from the Bane thing. With things picking up, I could use the extra hand. If it doesn't take you away from school or anything." he asks Carrie. "And I know that was your idea. So it's all yours to accept, if you want it."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "None as of right now." He declares, taking another sip of the hearty broth. "But I dare to say I will not be including some of the past Titans just because they were Titans."

  "They are going to be MY Titans." He says, looking into his soup with determination.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley actually finds herself blushing faintly when Dick gives her hand a squeeze along with the compliment. Mildly flustered from the constant praise she dips her head forward to stare at her own soup. A bit of bread is dunked into the broth, and then popped into her mouth. It's this she chews on before speaking again.

"I can help in Bludhaven for a bit, but the Birds are looking at reforming, too. I'm not sure what the Boss has in mind for things at the moment, either."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Bludhaven's not Gotham." Dick says with a shrug of his shoulders. He had hoped Carrie would... well, doesn't matter. He'll just have to heal faster.

"I want to be there, Damian. Not as a leader. But you're going to need an advisor. Not a mentor. But someone that could help out when needed. Leaders don't have mentors. But they do have advisors." he finally offers.

"But I'm glad Barbara's getting active again."

Damian Wayne has posed:
          "I may find that acceptable." Responds Damian, getting a bit of that melted cheese. That was about as glowing of an acceptance as Dick would get in this situation.

  "You said your Alfred, Kelley. You had a butler?" He asks, semi-curious. The two had in fact gotten along more than the others had, due to the fact she didn't treat or dote on him like a child. Something that would serve to only piss him off to no extent.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley draws her spoon up to her lips to take a sip of the rich broth. It almost doesn't make it when Damian asks that question. She hesitates, sips the soup, and then lowers her spoon back down. A glance is cast over toward Dick with a flicker of her green eyes. Then they swing over toward Damian watching him focus his attention on the dinner.

"I suppose it's time to tell that story to ease any future confusion. I'm not from this world."

"You're familiar with string theory? The possibility of alternate timelines, and dimensions? I come from one of those. I was Robin there. My Batman taught and trained me to fight in the impending war that we were facing."

"My Alfred, from that world, fought until the end. His heart gave out in battle."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick meets Carrie's gaze with his own, before turning his attention to the soup, listening to Carrie's explanation on how she ended up here. "Did your Alfred make terrible waffles too?" he asks with a quirk of a smile. He's never had a chance to ask her before now.

But that's his only question as he just delegates to a listening role.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Your being here..." Damian comments. "You cannot be here. Do you know what kind of things can happen when someone from another timeline comes through? What kind of stress that causes the entire continuum?" His green eyes flare open, not pissed off to the point where he would kill her to set it right, but not happy that his existence is in jeopardy.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"I know. I didn't come here on purpose. I was helping to rescue an imprisoned scientist that had worked often with Batman, who we needed to aid in the fight. His captors set off a chain reaction to purge the lab where he was kept while we attempted to escape." Carrie shakes her head slightly at this, dipping her spoon into her soup once more.

"I'm not sure if he made it. He pushed a device into my hands at the last second and ... Then I was here. The device destroyed." Glancing over toward Damian she states, "I've been here for over five years now. Your father ran every possible test to ensure there was nothing more that would come through. He also tried to help me find a way back, without success. I am just simply here."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"She was a surprise when she just dropped in on us." Dick admits with a laugh. "But honestly, she couldn't have arrived at a better time." It was turmoil, after all. "He needed someone after what happened to Jason. At least she didn't have to fight with me over the Robin monicker. It wasn't mine to give anymore."

He takes another bite from his soup and looks thoughtful. "I'm assuming you're not going to be inviting all the former Titans back, Damian." he finally broches the subject. "Some of them won't do it."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian clams up as Carrie recounts her tale, he didn't think it was going to be something like that, or that anyone else on the team would have done such due diligence to ensure Carrie wasn't going to harm...reality.

  The boy keeps eating the soup, regardless, it was still delicious. "I...am grateful for your assistance, Kelley." He says, not exactly an apology, but not wholly saying he is correct.

  Then to Dick, Damian simply nods. "That is fine. I would rather them weed themselves out beforehand than before I cut them." Yes, he plans to cull the herd, so to speak.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"If it helps any..." There's a momentary pause as she considers telling this part. A glance flicks to both of the boys, then she shrugs. "It may have been an issue of equivalent exchange." Okay maybe she got that term from an anime, but it was a good one! Another bite of soup is taken before she continues. "I found out that on the day I arrived, the Carrie Kelley of this world died. I sometimes wonder if that was why."

It's shaken off and she gives a simple stiff shrug at Damian's not-quite apology. The topic moves on, and she's quite grateful for that.

"I did make some dessert if you guys want. Just a pavlova with berries."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Or your world just has a terrible return policy." Dick responds in amusement as he works to finish off his soup, setting the spoon to the side. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with, Damian. If you need any advice or have questions..." he shrugs his shoulders. "...you got my number."

He's letting Damian do this on his own. Maybe he took Carrie's words to heart about being treating him as an adult to heart.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's eyes keep towards the soup, finishing the bowl. "Yes, that sounds good." He mentions about the pavlova.

  "I will keep that in mind, Grayson." He quips, before giving a slight smirk to his elder. "So, who do I have to fight to gain the Robin mantle? And is it a fight to the death?" He's dead serious, he will fight whomever he needs to, and win.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley picks up her bowl from the table, and Damian's as well if he's done. Dick? Well, if HIS was done she'd get it on the way back. There were only so many hands, and while she could juggle many a thing, she wasn't a server. The dishes are placed in the sink, water flicked on to rinse over them breifly. While it runs she turns to grab the large plated pavlova adorned with berries, and perhaps a bit of whipped cream. It's set on the table in the center along with a knife for carving and serving. They already had plates from the bread offered up. They could re-use dangit.

"Either myself, or Tim," Carrie responds with a bemused look that she fixes on Damian. "I still am Robin even if he came in and was given the title as well." Here she glances at Dick, eyebrow raising. "While I was away training at the time no less."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"If you try to kill Carrie, I may have to interfere." Dick responds. "Just a little." he admits with a bemused smirk. "Anyway, knowing Bruce, he's already figured it all out and has us sorted." There's a shake of his head as he moves to help Carrie, but a grunt of pain sends him back to his seat. Too fast, Grayson. He watches her as she works, face looking momentarily... mixed, before he turns his attention to the dessert. "Don't look at me." he offers. "I'm not the giver of names around here." Then a pause.

"Even if I had it first."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian peers to Carrie, then to Dick. "It only makes sense, I will fight this Tim." Yep, one male fights and takes out the other.

  Standing, he looks to both. "I will need my gear back." All the gear that was on the table in the cave. It was time to hunt a Robin.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"NO killing," Carrie puts forth with a finger held up toward Damian. "That's the Boss' one big rule. Sure, it might be easier, but that's not the point. We don't take out criminals just to replace them by becoming one ourselves." THe fact that Damian already had a history goes unsaid. This was how it was around here, now.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"But you can totally smack him upside the head and make him cry." Dick offers. And he waits for Carrie's look before he lifts his hands. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" he says quickly, stuffing his mouth with pasty. "...this is really good." he murmurs.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "I will disgrace him then. Show Father I am the right person." Yeah...he isn't getting it.

  "I will be out, tracking down this inferior Robin. And I will bring back proof of my victory."

  The boy takes off, to his room to put on shoes, and to collect his gear from the cave.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley glances at Dick warningly. Before she can say anything more though, Damian is off on his hunt and she's left staring after him. "... I get the feeling this is going to end poorly. We should give Tim warning. And Bruce," she adds as an afterthought. THAT discussion would not end well she knew. She picks up a spoon to scoop up some of the pavolva herself popping it into her mouth with a hum. "Always good with fresh fruit."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Don't make him cry!" Dick calls out after Damian. "Just try asking him first?" he asks. Hopefully. Perhaps a little lamely. Then he glances to Carrie. And he gives a nod between bites. "Hey, not our kid." he points out to Carrie. Then he takes another bite from the dessert.

"It really is. The raspberries were a nice touch."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Oh, god there's a thought." Carrie's nose crinkles a bit with a shake of her head, and she sinks down into her chair again. Hey dessert was here. She ate her dinner she was gonna enjoy it. "I don't know what I'd do with a kid. I mean I guess I trained the Batboys back home..." She grins a little lopsided at that. "But they were about my age. Kind of miss having an army to call on though, TBH."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Well, ask Bruce if you can start throwing around everyone?" he asks playfully as Dick finishes his dessert. He won't be poisoned tonight! "So, you going out tonight?" Dick thinks to ask Carrie finally. "If not, you know if he's got any board games around here?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley shakes her head a little. "Not tonight. It's a monitor the comms sort of night. And of course Alfred keeps board games here," she points out with a grin of amusement. If anything he tried to make sure there were at least items available to have fun with occasionally. Even if they usually got ignored.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"I could take it for you if you want to hit the streets. I know what a bore it is." Dick responds. "Or I guess I should make my way back home." He starts to push himself up and offers Carrie a smile. "...thanks for having me over." And then he smirks. Just a little.

"Did I handle it better this time?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley gets up from her seat to offer Dick a hand to his feet. He was injured, after all. "You did much better," she agrees with a nod and a flash of a grin. "Just remember what it was like when you were his age. If you can. I know you two are really different in personality, but there were times the Boss shot you down too, I imagine." Yeah. That was par for the course with Batman after all.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Not as much as you think, Carrie. Though I tended to do what was asked of me. And my homework. And even ate my greens at the dinner table." Dick responds as he gets his crutches. "Call me later?" he asks her. "I like talking to you." he admits as he starts to make towards the door.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley smirks faintly. "Yeah, same with me. It was nice having someone pay attention to me in the first place after my folks." She doesn't say more on that though. She'd spoken enough of the past tonight. Once she's assured he's safely on his feet, she nods watching him leave. "Sure. Check in when you get there, make sure you're safe. ... Thanks for coming, Dick."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Pausing at the door, Dick turns to look at Carrie. And he smiles genuinely. "Us first Robins have to stick together." he offers to her with a wink.

"Anytime." he adds, before he turns to make his way onto the elevator and make the trip back to Bludhaven.