5581/Birds and Bees

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Birds and Bees
Date of Scene: 14 March 2021
Location: Historic Clocktower - Penthouse
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Barbara Gordon, Damian Wayne




Barbara Gordon has posed:
It's a relatively quiet afternoon in Gotham which allows for Babs to have a much needed rest from watching her bank of monitors for a change. Rolling from the kitchen in her low set wheelchair towards the kitchen with a glass of wine in a holder, a bag of chips in her lap, and a pair of glasses on the front of her head. Hair pulled back in a ponytail, she's wearing a I'm smarter than you t-shirter and Ghostbuster pajama pants!

At the couch she transfer everything to the table beside the couch, then herself into the cushions. Pulling her legs over once she's pushed herself, she's partially laid out with a quiet sigh. Flipping through channels on her remote while getting the bag of chips open. As usual, the security in the Clocktower is up. Connected to her phone so she receives remote alerts without needing to go to her computer itself.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian Wayne had a bit of an errand to run in Gotham. It was up to him to inventory each of the auxiliary 'caves' for what equipment needed to be replenished. It was one of those things that most people dreaded, but given Damian's proclivity for solitude, it suited him well.

  The clocktower's security systems alerted to someone walking up to the front entrance. A young man dressed in a three piece suit, of course, since it was the daytime, Damian was not in uniform.

  The buzzer pressed, Damian stares into the lens of the camera after pressing it, full knowing she'd be watching.

  Those green eyes staring back...creepy.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Babs had a chip in her mouth, between her lips, when the alert chirped on her phone. Grabbing it while her tongue worked the sole chip behind her teeth in a roll, she eyed the creepy stare of her little brother with a cant of her head. "It's open." She says into the mic, pressing a button to release the security on a 3 second delay so Damian could get through the front entrance.

That's more than enough time from mini-bat.

Likewise, it unlocked the elevator all the way to the apartment on the top level, opening up into the expanded studio style living abode with rooms attached. Everything was open, for wheelchair accessability, wot a hoist-lift on the stairs leading to the loft where her computers were along side Charlie's room.

With a couch near one far wall across from the bay clock window that housed her theater tv and comfortable leather couch. Very comfortable.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Forty-five seconds pass before the elevator dings his arrival. Damian steps out, and towards the living space. "Father wants an inventory of the equipment. Do you know what needs replacement?"

  Hello, how are you? Nope. No such niceties from Damian. He's here on business. "And Pennyworth sends his regards, along with these." He slips a bag out of his jacket, filled with Alfred's signature cookies. All three dozen of them, too sweet for Damian's taste, no chance of sneaking a couple on the way from the manor.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"Hey Damian." Thankfully, Babs is far more greetable than her small, dangerous counterpart. Smiling and giving him a wave as he exits the elevator, she doesn't bother scooting over to her chair to come over, rather saying from the couch, "Just set them in the kitchen. Be prepared for Charlie to appear out of nowhere to grab them." The teenager was still at school, at this hour. At least that's what Babs thinks right?

"Mmmm.... no, I think the inventory is okay. Haven't really gotten out much, personally." Most of the tools are fabricated in the floor below them anyways. Some of the more advanced stuff has to be brought in, but Babs is kind of solitary in that regard. Preferring to be self reliant as much as possible. "Want to watch Aladdin?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian moves quite matter-of-factly towards the kitchen, dropping the bag of cookies on the counter, gently. "I do not understand Americans and sugar." Yeah...he just sucks all the fun out of being a kid most of the time.

  The short Robin moves to the couch, and stands next to Barbara. "I told him as much. But he insisted to check." Normally Damian wouldn't be bothered to stay long, but given there was nothing left to do before patrol tonight, he sat down on the couch. "Aladdin? There is a movie from the story?" Of course, he had read the story and the One Thousand and One Nights when he was younger, in the original Arabic. Seems Barbara has the young lad's attention.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"They call it guilty carbs." Babs says of sugar, "Easily broken down for a quick energy boost that increases fast release dopamine production in the pleasure centers of the brain. Simple sugars and other carbohydrates have an intensic connection. Sad? Eat ice cream, it triggers happiness chemically. Scientifically proven." It also creates a food dependency, but she doesn't get into all that.

Nodding as Damian sits on the couch, pulling her legs back with both hands on her pjs to make room for him. "It's an animated version, with songs... but yeah, they did an adapation. It's not exact, but still pretty entertaining. If you've never seen it, I think you'd like it." Grinning, she flicks her glasses down with a tap of her index finger and begins sifting through the disneyplus selections to aladdin.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Are you sad?" Damian immediately adds in after Barbara explains.

  Before long, Damian gives a nod to Babs, agreeing to watch this adaptation. "I do not expect a true adaptation. But I do remember the story." Damian removes his jacket as he gets comfy on the couch.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"Sad?' Babs tilts her head at the question, but shakes her head, "No, not really. Sometimes, I guess... do you ask because Alfred is sending me cookies and I mentioned them being simple sugars?" That thought has her grinning a little more.

"Well then, I think you'll love it. Plus the songs are catch." The mental image of Damian singing One Jump ahead on patrol is enough to break through any meloncholy, but she'll never, ever say that out loud... nope.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Yes." Damian replies, his eyes looking over Barbara more now, as if he would find any indication. that she was lying. "Given Pennyworth's avuncular proclivity to provide meals and other carbohydrates to anyone, if he sent me with cookies for you, it stands to reason that he believes you are sad. Are you sad?"

  In the meantime, Damian continues to relax a bit, at least as much as he could in front of anyone not an animal.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"Not at all." Babs laughs at the notion, though there's a possibility she's not telling the whole truth. "Aside from the usual amount that people experience on a daily basis. Everyone's a little sad." It's the human condition. Anyone who thinks long enough to have a self opinion feels some guilt or sadness, all covered under the generally same umbrella.

She looks up at the screen, remote set beside her in favor of her wine glass. "You want a chip?" She wonders, holding the bag out to him, "It's peta, so not nearly as bad for you as regular crisps."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian remains looking at Barbara for about twenty seconds, before he starts looking at the screen. "Okay." He responds, before getting distracted with the offering of a chip. He reaches out his hand, and takes a couple, crunching on the pita chip as he continues to observe the movie as it's played. He did not dislike musicals, he was much more cultured than other kids his age, and had a taste for opera and the stage. Of course, Damian was learned in academics and the arts, Talia had made sure he had as good of an education as a young genius should have. He played the cello, he enjoys to draw and paint, along with knowing over 200 ways to kill a man with his pinkie finger.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Some of which are useful in watching Aladdin! Cellos, arts, drawing, opera to a degree... even killing someone 200 ways with a pinkie if that person is Jafar. "Jafar is one of the best villains from Disney besides Maleficent." Babs whispers so as not to interrupt the first song. Then starts humming along, "Gotta keep... one jump, ahead of the breadline, one swing... ahead of the sword..." Nuh nuh, nuhh... nummmm... "Afford." Grinning with a crunch through her chip. "Hey, Dick stopped by. Said you left the Titans... you want to talk about that?" It's sort of a distracted question, almost a if you want scenary. Which is also a, we don't have to if you don't want to scenary.