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Gabby Kinney The city of Gotham was crowded yet surrounded by such natural beauty if one were only to look. In the city itself parks were non-existant. If someone wished to actually be around nature it required a trip to the Botanical Gardens (which had a bad reputation for being attacked by a certain eco-activist redhead) or just taking a trip on the winding roads through Bristol.

Gabby chose the latter option for herself in an effort to get some time away from the concrete and steel of the city proper. After the mission she'd been on last night, along with new current issues, she needed some time to clear her head. It had been a pleasant ride on her motorcycle but whe she spotted a bit of a rocky clearing surrounded by trees it seemed an opportune moment to kick her street/trail bike off the paved path to further explore what could be a potentially nice, scenic spot. The weather was nice today. Warm, with a cool breeze, and if not out-right sunny at least it wasn't raining or threatening to do so. Perfect to take a break.

That's precisely what she's doing.

Having left her motorcycle behind on the dirt/gravel combo beside the road she'd made her way up through the trees until she fond an outcropping of rock which made a great place to sit cross-legged. She's set a pack down beside her, tipped her head back to just breathe in the scents of nature. Her attire was casual for the most part. Leggings, boots that were a bit beaten up through use, and a t-shirt with the image of a photoshopped kitten laser-eye blasting Tokyo. An old favorite. Fingerless riding gloves with what appeared to be a padded back of the hand were worn. Custom compared to the rest of her attire. Something was off about them. Like they were perhaps intended for something bladed to be tucked behind that small square of leather.
Damian Wayne     There is quiet, and then there is QUIET. Damian is *literally* a ninja. When he wants to make no noise he can sneak up on his own shadow. So one moment Gabby is alone, and the next there is someone simply *there*. He's wearing black skater shorts, ankle-height black socks, black Nikes (are we sensing a color theme here?), and a light gray baggy T-shirt with the phrase "Avoid Negativity" followed by "F(x) = |x|".

    "Are you an habitual trespasser on other people's property, or is this a first-time thing for you?" Damian asks. He is standing there calmly, hands clasped behind his back.
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney stiffens with a sharp inhale of air as she snaps her eyes open at the voice. For the breifest of moments there's a look of surprise on her face at having been snuck up on. While she knew several who COULD do that, usually outdoors it was much, much harder to do so. Usually it was only afew people or members of her family that could do that to her.

It's the instinctive response of her body that makes her seem perhaps a bit more guilty as she moves in a smooth quick motion from 'seated relaxed' to 'on her feet in a ready stance with her hands loose at her sides. It at least gives her a moment to regard him from her full height of--Not much.

"Tresspassing?" Her eyebrows crease together with a frown as her green eyes dart over his form taking him in with one assessing glance... Until her eyes focus on the words on his t-shirt. She's similarily dark-themed in her outfit colors except for the Kitty Kaiju and the colorful laces to her boots.

For a moment her jaw flexes as if she were about to say something, but changed her mind last moment. "Oh totally a habit, but in this case unintentional. I didn't see any signs and it was close to the road. Sorry."
Damian Wayne     It's not very difficult for one combat expert to recognize the movements of another. When Gabby stands, Damian unclasps his hands behind his back and lets his arms hang loosely at his sides. It's a recognition that the person in front of him very likely has a particular set of skills. Think of the tiny, subtle gesture as...the Damian Wayne version of a compliment.

    He starts to walk in a circle around the girl, but giving her a wide berth. No point in spooking this situation into a fight. No harm has been done. "Cool scars," he says in a genuine, matter-of-fact tone of voice. "They're badass. Someone gave you those intentionally. Did you kill them for it?"
Gabby Kinney It's a recognition on Gabby's part as well when Damian begins to stalk around her. Tresspassing on propertly... Whose? She hadn't paid much attention to where she was on the road when she'd seen the spot tha seemed ideal for a break. Was he a gurad, then? Or security?

The thought lingers even in spite of his apparent age being very similar to hers. It's the compliment that earns an easy smile from her in response without even thinking about it.

"Thanks, and yeah they were intentional. To 'be able to tell my sisters and I apart.'" Clearly a quote by whomever had decided to cut her up. "I didn't kill him," she adds quickly before tacking on, "My sisters had dibs, they put up with him longer. I just blew up the building." Her head tilts to the side regarding him in turn.

"So who are you, anyway? I'm Gabby. I'm figuring you're not security here since most places tend to balk at hiring anyone our age even if we might have more experience than everyone else."
Damian Wayne     When Gabby says she 'just' blew up the building, she is immediately treated to something that some people who have known Damian for years have never seen: a pleased glitter in his eyes. And just like that, the interrogation is over. He flops down cross-legged on the ground and tugs out a cell phone from his pocket. It's not any brand Gabby has ever seen. Definitely custom. Damian taps a button on the side. "Everything's cool, Alfred. Can you let Ace outside? He'll find me."

    "Of course, Master Damian," comes a cultured voice from the phone.

    Gesturing around the area with an absent wave of one hand, Damian says, "This is Wayne Manor you're trespassing on. I'm Damian Wayne."
Gabby Kinney "Oh." Gabby relaxes when he does just as instinctively as she had jumped up guarded. If he was relaxed, she wasn't going to be posturing to potentially fight. Besides that she hadn't come here for that to begin with. When he pulls out that phone to call in an 'all clear' she actually shifts her weight to one foot to lean to the side snagging up her bag with fingertips. Just to carrying it a little closer before she sinks down to sit as well so they weren't SO far apart.

"Gabby Kinney. Gabrielle Zelda Kinney," she supplies for her full name only to add with a grin, "Probably no one you've heard of but that's the full name." She pulls out a small tupperware container filled with cookies from the pack. There was more stuffed in there: A book or two, the topmost which could be recognized as 'Sun Tsu's Art of War: Explained' which was a modern reprisal of the classic. A knife. A flashlight. Really it was a small kit inside there but not anything screaming she was here to murder. Just the basics.

"Nice to meet you, Damian. Want some cookies?"
Damian Wayne     A girl with badass scars who blows up building *and* she has cookies? This day is really starting to shape up nicely. "*Yeah* I want some *cookies*," Damian says in a tone that might emphasize the silliness of the question.

    Then suddenly there's a deep, low, loud bark. Damian rolls his eyes. "Over here, dumbass!" he calls out.

    Cresting over a gentle slope trots Ace: a German Shepherd/Great Dane mix the size of a small pony. Once he sees Gabby, he beelines directly for her. It would not be uncommon to be a bit uncomfortable at a strange dog that size charging at you. But for those who are knowledgable about dog body language, they would recognize all of the positive signs: tail wagging, ears upright, mouth open, a gentle trotting gait.

    Off-handedly, Damian warns, "If you're allergic to being licked, you might want to climb that tree right about now."
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney gives a quick and easy laugh at the response about the cookies. That was why she offered after all! The package is cracked open and set down between them with one snagged for herself. There was a mix of chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin for those that liked to live dangerously.

The bark of the dog earns a glance over her shoulder. "Oh, Ace is a dog? What kind of--" But it's too late. He was upon her. A quick bite of the cookie is chomped but the rest goes flying as Ace bowls her over with sheer mass of puppy excitement trompling her down to the ground because she doesn't even TRY to avoid.

"OMIGOD he's HUGE!" The attack of slobbering is met with her hands strategically reaching up to scruffle ears and squish his cheeks with a resounding laughter. "Whosagoodpuppyyes you are!" Red faced and laughing she tries to wriggle her way back up to sitting without accidentally hurting Ace in the process. "Where'd you find such an awesome dog?"
Damian Wayne     Well that seals the deal. If Ace likes her, Damian officially cancels his plans to kill her and bury her in an unmarked grave somewhere on the grounds of the estate. At least not today.

    Damian tugs an oatmeal cookie out of the bag. "Ace, sit," he says softly. *Instantly* Ace stops puppy-slobber-kissy-licky-piling on Gabby and sits down on the grass, panting heavily, and just generally looking like he's enjoying this sunny spring day.

    Damian takes a bite from the cookie. "So you got some training and it sounds like the start of a killer backstory. What's your deal?"

    Damian chomps contentedly on the cook. Ace tries to weasel his head under one of Gabby's hands.
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney retreives another cookie once Ace has settled down and she rights herself. There's a bit of a dog-lick situation with part of her hair which she tries to smoosh back into some semblance of order with a quick combing of her fingers through the length. At the very least she's smiling still though it did seem to come pretty easy to her.

"The whole story? Usually when I tell it people are all 'Oh no how horrible Gabby you poor thing' and then try to baby me or something stupid. I mean I get a lot of icecream out of it so I can't complain too much."

Ace gets his scritches idly as she takes a quick bite of one of the chocolate chip cookies which she'd randomly grabbed. "Mm. I'm a clone. Clone of a clone technically. The lab that made me stole the genetic material from a project at another lab that had stolen the DNA from a well-known mutant. And they weren't very good at genetic manipulation so they just made a lot of us to train to be assasins and bodyguards for their executives." Shrugging she adds, "Most of my sisters were just human. Didn't get the x-gene. They used us for experiments, and..." It was a story she told a lot. Repitition made it easier to tell. It didn't stop that look in her eye from coming when she adds, quieter, "My sisters died off one by one. Just two of us left now. But we took out the people who did it at least." Mostly. The main ones at least.

"What about you, Mr. Rich Boy?" You couldn't be in Gotham and not know the name 'Wayne' at some point. The half-eaten cookie is gestured in his direction before quickly swinging up and away again in case Ace tried to chomp. "You got training, too." A breif glance at him again has her blurting out, "And you're muscled in a way that's effective rather than someone who just hangs out at a gym to stay in shape."
Damian Wayne     Damian looks down at himself when Gabby makes comments about his build. He's always sort of considered himself to be scrawny, but one can do worse than having a cool girl with badass scars and demolition skills talking about one's form. He shrugs. Damian generally isn't motivated very much by the opinions of others, good or bad.

    "Well, I've been putting some pieces and parts of this story together in my head based on what you're saying and stuff I know from my brother, Tim Drake." Damian peers at Gabby to measure her reaction to Tim's name being said out loud. "And I am starting to think that we are going to have more connections between us than we both thought two minutes ago."

    He peers at Ace, who perks up his head and THUMP-THUMP-THUMPS his tail on the ground. Damian tosses the rest of the cookie he was eating -- it was an oatmeal, so no chocolate -- to the dog, who noms it in a single snap.
Gabby Kinney The mention of the name was perhaps key. Maybe she was waiting for it? Sometimes people just wanted to keep identities secret after all, and Tim *was* big on that. Her smile remains though she inclines her head toward him in a nod. "Yeah. Thought I recognized that phone you had there. Plus your shirt seems his kind of humor. It's a cool shirt."

Her hand lingered on Ace's head even as he snaps up the cookie so she bestows another little scritch of her fingers behind his ears while growing momentarily quiet. "I'm with the Outsiders, yes. I go by Honey Badger." Lifting her gaze toward Damian again she offers as sheepish, apologetic sort of smile.

"I'm sorry again about showing up here out of the blue. I really wasn't trying to invade, I just needed to get away from the city for a bit to think about things. It's been--" A small pause as she contemplates. "A busy few weeks. Needed to clear my head on a few things."
Damian Wayne     Damian peers down at the baggy, size-too-large shirt he's wearing. "Yeah, it's his kind of humor because it's actually *his* shirt." Damian snorts once. "I'm not giving it back."

    Damian looks Gabby up and down in that way one does when trying to decide how much to trust someone. "Well obviously I'm Damian Wayne," he says. "But at night the bad guys usually called me Robin. There's no point in being coy about it at this point because there's no way you weren't going to put those simple pieces together."

    Damian stretches out on the ground, lying on his side, propping his head up on his palm. Ace immediately gets up from where he was sitting next to Gabby and stretches out on front of Damian, tummy up. Damian rests a hand on Ace's tummy and gives doggo tummy rubs. "The rest of the pieces are probably going to be equally easy for you to put together, but I won't say any more because they aren't my secrets to tell."
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney lifts her hand away so Ace can go do his 'LOVE ME' beg for belly rubs when Damian shifts to lounge a bit more comfortably. Her hand instead drops down to grasp her ankle lightly rocking her weight forward just a bit to kind of slouch as she sits. "Yeah, I don't think I'm the best detective ever, but with all those clues it's pretty obvious. Just was trying not to pry. Sometimes people just want to be themselves and not the mask." A pause before she adds, "Sometimes there's no difference. I know Cass, Tim, Phoebe, met Jason a time or two." She pauses lifting her free hand to touch thumb to fingertip a time or two. "Filled in for Tim once with Batman. But never realy like, *officially*." Work introductions weren't always official in the field. Sometimes it was just 'this is what's happening, work with it.'

"Soo...." Now what? What could she possibly ask? "How old are you?"
Damian Wayne     The list of things that Ace likes more than belly rubs is quite small. His head is lolled back, mouth open, tongue dangling. His tail is beating some tribal rhythm on the ground. Damian knows all the good spots. He loves this dog. This dog has emotionally saved his life. But Damian could never say those words, and Ace doesn't care one way or the other if he does.

    Damian considers Gabby's words for a moment. "Then you know most of the people who are influential in my life." Influential. He can't really bring himself to say 'The people I love' but they are, and they know they are. And they forgive him for not being able to articulate those things.

    "Sixteen years, eight months," Damian replies instantly. "Almost nine months." A shrug.

    He gestures in Gabby's direction with a flick of his chin. "We have more in common than friends. I'm was grown in an artificial womb. Not quite a clone, I guess, but in the neighborhood. And I am also trained as an assassin." Imagine that.
Gabby Kinney "Dammit," Gabby hisses out between her teeth when the age is rattled off. There's no real malice behind the remark eve if she seems a little pouty over it. "Younger than me *and* taller than me. I got the short end of the stick on height, genetically speaking." It almost seems like she's pouting though it doesn't last long at all when the rest is explained.

Very simply she reaches out offering Damian a closed fist in the familiar 'pound it' gesture that was so popular these days. If he understood it. "Yay for unique upbringings, yeah?" Grinning again she offers, "I'm seventeen and eight months. Roughly. No exact birth date so I just chose a date in August since the month was about correct."
Damian Wayne     The teen's gaze goes to the extended fist. He looks at it for long moments. We're in uncharted territory here, intimate gestures. His fists are made for punching, not bumping. He swallows hard, staring at the first like it was a time bomb that suddenly needs to be diffused. Damian licks dry lips and his own hand comes out and fist bumpbs Gabby's. Hopefully she won't take offense at his equivocation. 99.9999999% of people who attempted that with him would, at *best*, get a dirty look for their trouble.

    "Your sister," Damian says. "The one who survived. Do you...do you still keep in touch?"
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney continues to smile though she waits patiently for the response one way or another without commenting on it. It was indeed a simple gesture, and she takes note that if he has trouble with THIS? She probably shouldn't attempt to hug him later. At least not yet. She's anything if not patient. Once it comes she gives a single nod of quiet approval at the response without judgement on the awkwardness of it. With that done her hand drops down to give Ace a good ruffling while his belly was still on reveal.

"Bellona? Yeah, I do. She's older than me. We look alike of course, but she ended up an albino." It was more information than necessary perhaps though it would help explain it all if he should ever run into her. "My sisters were my first team. They looked after me and gave me more of a fighting chance than I would have gotten otherwise. I worry about her though. She does odd merc jobs now and then because it's what she knows how to do."

"I've gained a lot more family since getting out of the labs, though. Laura, the clone I was cloned off of. And other family members that were more... legitimate than I am. I'm lucky they've accepted me so much."
Damian Wayne     Immediately -- *instantly* -- Damian says, "You are legitimate." He's known Gabby for all of fifteen minutes, he barely knows her but he knows that much. Wounded dogs recognize their own kind and stick together. "No person who has ever lived has had control of how and where and when they were born. Whether they were cloned, or grown in an artificial womb, or born to a white bread yuppie family in Chelsea, nobody has any influence over that."

    Damian starts to play with Ace's mouth, grabbing his lower jaw and gently shaking it, putting his hand fearlessly in the horse-dogs mouth. "Dogs are superior life forms. We don't deserve them. Not even a little bit. They love without condition. They are loyal without question. And they don't care how we were born." He looks up at Gabby. "Ace likes you."
Gabby Kinney Any further awkwardness about this unintended meeting melts away instantly at those words. The scars on her cheek crease with a rather big, easy smile unafraid of how it might seem. It felt good to hear that. Dropping her eyes down to Ace she scrubs her hand gently over his belly giving rubs while Damian toys with his jaw in that playful way.

"Thanks. I've been feeling kind of crummy the last week since I found out someone I liked started seeing my oldest sister. It's stupid, I know. I shouldn't care about someone who doesn't care about me after all." Swallowing against a dry throat she focuses her attention momentarily on giving Ace some more lovings. It was easier than looking up to Damian again after admitting such a thing out loud.

"I like Ace, too. A lot of animals are awesome. They trust their instincts and don't worry about stupid stuff. They just take things as they are." Letting her hand fall away she shifts bringing her knees up to her chest so she can drape her arms around them, and rest her chin ontop of her knees. "Would you mind giving me your phone number? If you'd like to keep in touch I mean. I'd like to."
Damian Wayne     In his *entire* life, Damian has smiled shyly exactly zero times. Until now. He tugs out his phone, unlocks it, and tosses it to Gabby. That's a custom-made, encrypted phone that he just tossed to a relative stranger. "Text yourself from there."

The teen sits up cross-legged and grabs Ace's ears (playfully and gently, of course). "You've been a tummy rub goblin today. You're getting spoiled." A rapid succession of tail thumps on the ground seems to concur with that assessment.

    "Do you patrol in Gotham?" Damian asks. "I'm out there on a lot of nights. Maybe we could, you know, patrol together or something."
Gabby Kinney The phone is snagged out of the air with one hand while Gabby sits up straighter wearing a rewnewed grin. "Sure thing," she agrees as she moves her fingers across the screen to cue up the text feature, and send off a quick message. What message though? She clicks the phone screen off as it's offered back so he can perhaps find out later.

"That'd be great! Yeah, I patrol a few nights a week. Tim asked me to consider becoming a team leader for the Outsiders so I'm working toward that and studying up." A wry grin is given as she admits, "I kind of got stuck as defacto leader awhile back when he was kidnapped and I guess he thought I did a good job. I want to make sure I continue to improve."

The spoilt doggo in question garners another grin. "I don't have a pet, but I've got a rescue badger that is sponsored in a rescue habitat. I'll send you some pictures sometime."
Damian Wayne     Damian retrieves his phone and tucks it back in his shorts pocket. "Wow, a team leader at 17. You must have an advanced skillset. Tim is a lot of things -- for example an idiot, perpetually late, someone who smells largely like cabbage or some kind of soup, absentminded, I could just go on and on -- but he takes the Outsiders really seriously. He wouldn't put pushing someone toward leadership who he didn't feel was ready."

    "So if I was to text you and ask if you wanted to grab something to eat sometime, would that be, um, you know, well re-received?"

    Damian frowns suddenly. It's hard to say why. He just frowns sometimes.
Gabby Kinney "Thanks! I was surprised he suggested but I'm kind of proud about it." Something she hadn't admitted to Tim, either, though perhaps he knew. Sometimes Tim was observant even though he didn't outright say things. "I think it's mostly because I learned how to work with a team early on. I mean I do have skills. Just, so do a lot of others."

Her hand had dipped into her bag to pull out a phone of her own. It was a Waynetech phone, though a modified one. Likely Tim's work again. The fact that it had a few decorations added to the protective case was entirely her doing. She's looking down at it when he asks the question which jerks her attention back to him completely surprised. Not displeased. Just surprised.

The corner of her lip tucks into her mouth to worry at it with her teeth while she can feel her cheeks warming a bit. Surely just the sun and not anything as stupid as a blush. Sure. Right. Was she taking it wrong? Lightly clearing her throat she gives an indifferent shrug that wasn't really indifferent. Just. Shrug.

"Sure! We could grab pizza or something. Or hang out. I mean. If you want. I'd like that."
Damian Wayne     Damian peers down at Ace and resumes Operation Tummy Rub. "I mean, you know, if you're not, you know, busy or whatever. I mean, I'm sure you're busy a lo-lot." A shrug. "It's no big deal. You know, either way."

    Boys are stupid when talking to girls they like. Damian is no exception. He doesn't know where to look. He doesn't know how to sound. He doesn't know where to put his hands.

    Then suddenly, "So, what's your weapon of choice? I'm a katana guy myself."
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney gives a quick nod of agreement again while she fiddles with her phone. Really she didn't need both hands to clutch around it but she does. Still blushing in spite of herself she is also grinning broadly while stealing an occasional glance over toward Damian and Ace. She fiddles a bit more with the phone listening and nodding in spite of seeming as if she weren't paying attention. She was.

"Of course, sure. I mean you've got a lot on your plate, too, I'm sure. We can work it out." Whatever alert message that he might have on his phone goes off, and she quickly states, "Just sent you a text no biggie." The text was, in fact, not a text but an image of one of the many memes saved on her phone because that's how she rolled.

"Oh!" Weapons. Yes a much safer choice of topic. "Depends on the situation. I have a pair of uzis that are great, but I try not to use those in Gotham. Usually I go for knives. I've got a katana as well but I'm no where near as good with it. Though I also have..." Here she pauses stealing a glance back toward Damian.

A single cough comes, and she lifts her fist again so the back of her fist is toward him showing off the odd fingerless gloves that seem to cut across the back of her hand oddly. Odd because it needed room to move. There's a little sound, not much of one, but something similar to a wet tearing noise. It's breif. The single bone claw that shunks out of the back of her fist is put on display.

"I kind of have some built in weapons."
Damian Wayne     The teen opens his phone to see the texted meme. "Cute," he says Damian manner of saying things that often leaves people wondering if he really means it. He pretty much always does, but humans tend not to like deadpan. But then his eyebrows go up and he looks at his texting history with Gabby, the one she sent herself from Damian's phone a couple minutes ago. He lets out a snort. "So apparently I think you're awesome and cute and totally amazing." He clicks off the phone. A shrug. "Accurate."

    Damian sits up, mouth agape, eyes wide. Ace, who is very in tune with his master's emotions, is quite confused. He's never sensed this sort of thing in Damian. "That...that is the coolest thing I have *ever* seen in my *life*," the teen murmurs as he stares in open astonishment at Gabby's bone claw. Gabby's getting quite a few firsts here today, including seeing an openly stunned and amazed Damian.
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney has the decency to look a little guilty when he sees the text she'd sent to herself. All she can do is give a little shrug still grinning ear to ear. The fact that he agrees? Well that just makes it harder to speak a moment because her smile locks in place with a hint of embarassment, and she can't qiute relax completely. "Worth a shot?" She squeaks out with a quick laugh.

It's Damian's sudden response to her claws that cause her green eyes to light up at his reaction. "Right!?" Lifting her other hand she does the same as before, flexing the muscles in her forearm to pop it out. Just one on each hand but it wasn't as if she needed more. "This is like the best part ever even though I didn't get all the claws," she babbles in a quick explanation. "Wolverine has three, and Laura has two on her hands and one on her feet and I think I've got a brother with more of them but they're so handy!"
Damian Wayne     Ace rights himself and sits up. He leans in with his snout and sniff-sniff-sniffs one of Gabby's claws. One experimental lick. He looks back to Damian in confusion. "Oh Ace, no...no, don't lick people's...people's bone claws. I don't..."

    "I'm sorry," the teen says to Gabby. "He does that. Was that...was that like a breach of protocol? This is my first bone claw. And Ace's, too." Just to be on the safe side, Damian keeps a tight grip on the dog's collar so he can't do it again.

    "Is that poking through your skin? Does that hurt? What keeps it from getting infected? How strong is it? What happens if it breaks? Can it punch through metal?" He's like a kid at Christmas, just blurting out question after question.
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney holds still while Ace does his sniff and lick because she doesn't want to harm the dog. At least her claw was just bone, and not the super sharp adamantium coated ones like some of her family has. Even so once Damian pulls Ace back to reprimand him she lets it slide back into her hand with a quick 'shhk' of movement. Both do, and she reaches instead to peel off her glove so he can see her hand which appeared completely normal.

"No, it's okay, I don't think there's really protocol about it. Though probably 'don't touch' in general I guess but I don't mind. He was just curious." With the glove off she shows him again releasing one claw which does indeed break through the back of her skin. "It doesn't hurt me because I can't feel pain. It's one of the experiments the lab ran on us. I have to be careful because I can't always tell when I'm injured, but for things like this is good. Plus I have a healing factor."

Since they were playing show and tell anyway she lifts her opposite hand to slam her fist into her open palm thrusting the bone claw through it completely. When it's withdrawn again she shows off the bloodied hole which was already beginning to knit back together.

"That's the family mutation. Also enhanced senses, but mine are only just starting to develop so I need to practice with them more. I've had them break before and they grow back. Just takes longer since it's bone."
Damian Wayne     Damian chin-rubs as he takes all of this new information in. "Can't feel pain...does that mean you can't feel *anything*? Or just pain specifically? If it's the the latter, that's remarkable. It would mean your nociceptors are genetically deactivated through your mutation. That's *incredible*."

    Ace, of course, has no idea what's going on. But he senses his master's excitement, so he is getting excited. He stands up, his tail starts wagging wildly, and he lets out a loud, excited bark! Both sitting teens get a massive face lick!

    "Ace, no, no licking," Damian cautions. This, of course, has the opposite effect, and the kid gets more licks until he gives Ace "the look." That causes the dog to sit back down.
Gabby Kinney "Just pain. I can still feel things, like this is a pressure but it's kind of like it stops at some point," she states indicating her self-inflicted wounded hand. "It's not the mutation though. The labs injected us with nanomachines and they cut off the pain receptors somehow. I'm not really sure on the science behind it, it's a bit beyond my capabilities currently."

Dropping her hands again she flexes her fingers working the muscles again to just let it heal properly. Not that she has much time to fixate on it as Ace starts his slobbering licks again earning another grin. "Awww poor boy he probably wants to play." Another fond rub is scruffed over his head. She just couldn't stop grinning right now. "It's pretty handy though since I can keep fighting through most things."
Damian Wayne     Damian's gaze shifts to Ace. "He probably misses Goliath. They spend a lot of time playing together. We'll...save Goliath for another time, I think. He's a bat dragon and he's the size of a pick-up truck." Ace apparently knows Goliath's name because as soon as Damian says it, the dog barks excitedly and starts wagging his tail.

    "You mentioned you still have contact with your sisters. Do you live with one of them? Or at the Outsider's base? Or in a cardboard box under a bridge?" Damian's in rare form today.
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney stares openly at Damian while he explains Goliath. Just stares. It was her turn to go wide eyed though, and gush, "You have a BAT DRAGON? You have GOT to show me sometime I wanna meet Goliath!" Though... she glances up toward the sky with a squint. Dang it was still daylight, not good time for a bat she figures. "Another time," she agrees nodding rapidly.

"Oh, I have a couple places. I technically am enrolled at a boarding school out in New York, but I have a room at the Roost too." The Roost being the Outsiders hangout. "I've got access to one of my sisters safe houses too, and I've got a friend that has another safe house I've house sat for him on occasion." Here she pauses slightly. "He's not quite 'legal' but he's helped me out in the past and I'm cool with him. Plus he has a tiger. Rasputin."
Damian Wayne     Damian listens carefully the way he does. It's one of his few social graces. Because he is constantly taking in information and storing it away or processing it, he listens to people very intently. Some people never get truly listened to, and find just that one narrow aspect of Damian's personality comforting. But that all goes away when the social misfit actually, you know, opens his mouth.

    "It good to have places to stay. Most of the time, I live here at the house," Damian says. And, of course, by 'the house' he means one of the most famous mansions on the eastern seaboard. "Sometimes I crash at Titans Tower, but they're pretty wild over there. It's hard to get any real rest."
Gabby Kinney "Yeah, but I don't really have anyone that'd be considered a caretaker I guess." A small frown follows while she contemplates this. Having family randomly show up on occasion wasn't really the same thing. The thought is shaken off with an indifferent shrug before she thinks on it too much. "Doesn't matter at this point, I'm old enough now as it is. And the Outsiders are great so I don't feel alone." Wait. HAD she felt alone before that? Maybe.

"I'm most in Gotham these days when not in New York."