Owner	Pose
Damian Wayne	Robin is out alone tonight. He's sitting on a roof of a small bodega that overlooks Robinson Park. One leg dangles over the edge of the building. The other leg is pulled up to his chest and he rests his chin on his knee. His alert eyes scan the park and sidewalks, but not much really ever happens at this park. Maybe that's why Robin is here, technically out on patrol but somewhere where shit is very unlikely to go down.
Barbara Gordon	It's that sense you get when someone is 'there' even when you can't see them. What was once a normal feeling behind Damian, becomes a 'presence'. He's used to this likely, but generally it's Batman who would have been suddenly 'there'. This time, before he can turn, comes the sound of a familiar voice. "This is the classic 'I got a lot on my mind' pose that you're doing." Barbara's soft voice speaks as she starts to walk closer, in her full armored Batsuit, her cape gently swaying around her legs as she walks.
Damian Wayne	Robin is *literally* a ninja. He heard Batgirl coming. But he really enjoys Barbara's company, so he turns in surprise and says, "Oh, Batgirl, I didn't know you were there." Then he resumes his pensive, brooding pose.     "I wish I had something on my mind. Lately my ability to concentrate has been severely hampered. So I'm sitting on this room doing nothing and thinking about nothing. It's all very Zen and shit."     He tips his head sideways and rests the side of his head on the knee of his pulled-up leg, watching the world sideways. "What are you up to? Did father send you to protect me?" A little snark. Not much, but a little.
Barbara Gordon	Barbara continues to walk toward Damian with a smirk on her visible lips. "No." She answers his question. "I came on my own." And with a bit of motion, the bat-suit-wearing woman moves to sit down beside him. Quite the duo lounging on the roof's edge like that. She looks out over the park, her red hair flowing off to the opposite shoulder from which he sits. She looks over at him then. "I heard about your injury. I'm glad you had a healer there to help with it. But... I figure some wounds aren't so physical. Thought I'd just check in."
Damian Wayne	A frown. A patented Damian Wayne frown. "You're welcome to sit but not if you are going to try to dissect my psyche with your blunt freshman psychology 101 tools. I'm fine. I was shot. Now I'm not shot. It doesn't get any simpler than that."     He continues staring out at the park, at all of the people living normal lives. He watches a young man and a young woman stroll through the grass, walking their dog, laughing, smiling. His breathing rate increases and his frown deepens.
Barbara Gordon	Barbara lowers her chin just a little after he says that to her, and she stares at him with those penetrating green eyes. "Are you saying you want a piece of me?" She asks then. "I'll fight you right here, little man." She adds to that thought, before she waits for his attention to come back to her, and she gives him a light grin. "Relax a bit. I'm just here because I want to be here, to check on you, dummy." Then Babs too looks out over the park again, but she doesn't linger her stare on anyone or anything for long. "We live weird lives. There's no course taught about how to deal with it."
Damian Wayne	Dammit! How does Babs always know how to *do* that??? Damian had a very, very good grump going and she had to show up and ruin it. When she says she'll fight him right there, Damian does, indeed, fight. He fights to keep the grin off his face, a battle which he loses. He snorts out a little laugh to go with the grin.     "Whatever," is the response that Barbara gets. But Damian shoulder bumps Barbara.     "We got the information about the contract from one of the Escabedos we arrested. Half a million to kill me, a million to bring me in alive." He shrugs. "I assume they want to torture me as a warning to anyone else who would mess with them." He smirks, and his voice drops to a low, almost-whisper. "Joke's on them. I was raised by the League. I've been tortured since I was a toddler."
Barbara Gordon	Barbara just smiles back at him as they bump shoulders. She listens then to what he says and mouths the word 'Wow.' silently at the money portion. "I had no idea you were worth so much. Imagine if they'd kept you in your packaging? God, you'd probably be nearly a full bill." She lightly jokes with him before grinning again. "You're around a lot of people who care about you. They're never going to let people like that have their cake and beat it too." She tips her chin up at him then. "You find any leads on people that might even be considering something stupid, and let me know. Okay? Don't go doing anything silly alone, all right?"
Damian Wayne	Damian frowns. "The saying is have your cake and *eat* it too. Why would you want to beat a..." He blinks. "OOOOOH, I get it. It was wordplay." Socializing is hard.     "I have no intention of pursuing this alone. It would be tactically foolish, and if I am killed or captured a huge amount of cash will be released into a community that will use it for ill." A small shrug. "That's why I'm here, keeping watch over Sesame Street." He gestures vaguely in the direction of the busy, peaceful park.
Barbara Gordon	Babs shows the young fella a slight smile when he catches on to her cake joke. She doesn't add on to that though. She just plants her gloved hands on the edge of the roof under where they are sitting. "You're going about it properly then. That's very good." She praises him as she looks back out over the park. "So this is where Sessame Street is located. I always wondered that... We should find Oscar, and give him a sandwich, or something." She jokes dryly before looking back to Damian. "Anything else going on in your world? Been in any good fights?"
Damian Wayne	"Oh yeah! That's how all of this nonsense got started. There were about fifteen Escabedos acting out of character in the Narrows. So I dropped in to say hi." One side of Damian's mouth quirks up in a grin. "They were not happy to see me."     Damian -- dressed in the full regalia of Robin -- stands up lithely. "I really appreciate you checking up on me. You're the only one who has." This sort of admission is extremely difficult for Damian. "I hope someday you get shot really bad so I can return the favor." Did...did Damian just tell a *joke*? What strange times we live in!     "I'm going to return home. If there is no crime on Sesame Street I may as well get some last-minute studying in for final exams."
Barbara Gordon	The joke gets a smirk from Barbara. She doesn't point out the time she was... yeah. "Well. I'm here for you, Mister Buttstomper." She tells him before she rolls back off of the ledge and on to her feet. "Keep the bad guys far, far away from you." She offers him before walking across the roof in the opposite direction.