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[brat]

WHO: bats & co
WHEN: April 30th-ish.
WHERE: Wayne Manor
WHAT: an important meeting.
NOTES\WARNINGS:

( with the announcement comes a need to prepare; one that, unfortunately for most of their group, requires planning together. thus, those from gotham and close associates either receive a ping on their devices, coded with instructions of when to meet up, or - a note left where they'd find it, equally coded, because no one's leaving obvious meeting notes behind.

the manor's massive living space is where everyone settles, rather than the cave. not all of them arrived in uniform, and considering goliath has made himself comfortable and is taking a nap - well. it's best not to disturb him. )

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[brat]

( damian's not wearing his robin uniform, but has instead dressed down into slacks and a button-down shirt. but just because he's not suited-up doesn't mean he doesn't have his utility belt handy: thrown over a shoulder, he's idly going through the numerous pockets on it, pulling out batarangs, birdarangs, flashbangs, smoke bombs, trackers, lock pics, antitoxins, laser cutter, medkit, dog treats, rebreather.. you know, just utility belt things. things that all get set down onto the coffee table in front of him as he idly categorizes every item he has on him, everything he's running low on (birdarangs, mostly) versus items he can afford to go without.

the collapsable katana gets immediately set into the damian's things, nobody touch corner, because that's his favorite sharp pointy object that he currently has on him, thanks. that, and the grapple gun. )

We're going to need to rebuild our supply.

( to--no one on particular. this is drake's job now. )

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara looks up again, considering. Aside from coming by, in imminently sadder (and equally stubborner) attempts to try and make the computer downstairs resolve itself into a better shape to meet everyone's needs, she hasn't gone through a whole lot of this place.

But Damian was here last month. ]

Is there an inventory of what we do have?

[brat]

The Cave looks well-stocked, until you take a closer look and notice most of it has been replaced with plastics and severely downgraded materials.

( so, no, there isn't a running inventory. damian has been trashing all the garbage he's been finding, but the cave is--a lot to go through. )

I found an old spare Nightwing uniform, but opted to add it to the burn pile.

( ask him which one it is, gordon. )

Tim, OTA, Threadjack to your heart's content

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Tim is, unsurprisingly, one of the first to arrive, as his commute is just the walk from the carriage house to the Manor itself. He has not asserted his claim on his old bedroom, instead reverting to where he'd first lived with Bruce. He doesn't know the Bruce Wayne here and feels less awkward with the distance.

He still makes himself at home in the manor, letting himself in whenever, using the kitchen... wandering into the largest sitting room with a mug in one hand and the entire thermal carafe in the other. He nods at the people in the room and finds a seat to sprawl in. He's dressed simply, jeans and t-shirt with a graphic he doesn't recognize.
]

[smallbat]

[Cass had heard that Tim was here but hadn't actually met him yet so she slides into a chair across from him and crosses her legs crisscross under her folding into a nice small little ball. ]

Some things never change?

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Setting the carafe on an end table, Tim gives Cass a lazy grin that won’t fool her, and might not fool half the room because it doesn’t get anywhere near his eyes.

(He’s relieved to see her. It’s miles away from happy to see her, but he feels guilty about the relief.) ]

Some things change. I brought enough coffee for the whole class.

OTA, Threadjacking, Etc. Enjoy

[her_own_rules]

[ To absolutely no one's surprise, Barbara arrives with both Dick and a laptop in tow. She takes no time to settle into a chair and pulling her computer out. (What? Surely, you didn't think a multiversall temporal kidnapping would keep Barbara from bringing a laptop along.) It'll be good getting down details, and there's a very small side project she's started toying with since she got a second earpiece. For all the seriousness that lingers at the corners of her mouth and the hold of her jaw, there's a tired smile and a head tip for each person who walks in.


Occasionally, her gaze lingers at the door behind an arrival or when a long enough time has passed between people arriving.
Waiting for certain people to show their faces. And whether they will or won't.




OOC: Dick is mostly window dressing (ba-dum-tss), as of course he'd never miss the first family meeting,
but Laura & Dick specifically can be found for plotting questions & ooc commentary on the plotting post/plurk. ]

titans!dick (ota)

[cohero]

[Not sure what to think about all of this, or who might be at this meeting Dick shows up dressed casually in jeans and a shirt he got from the local store. This isn't his first trip to the manor, so he's not surprised by the differences between what he knows and what is, at least here in the main area.

Dick didn't make it too far into the manor though. So, he sits in a chair, quietly. Living in the apartments by himself is almost similar to his situation back in Gotham right now, except he knows his Gotham, and has people to reach out to-- here, he doesn't know anyone, not really. He's got a small bag with him containing a set of clothes that he borrowed on the day he arrived, beyond that, Dick owns very little. He showed up here with only the clothes on his back. ]

[brat]

( because clearly, the clothes on his back is plenty for the mess they're about to walk into. damian raises a hand, idly tossing the bo he'd been carrying straight for grayson's forehead. it's not a hard through, and he expects dick to be able to catch it. )

We'll need to get you a uniform.

( not a question, a statement. there's not much here and damian has already spent all of his 'points' on things he'd felt were more important, so they're not getting one there. )

[cohero]

I figured I'd request one when I can. I wasn't exactly planning on being kidnapped when I was sitting in my office.

[stated dryly, arm quickly snagging the item out of the air without really even glancing at it. Dick is used to people throwing things at him and this is not a difficulty for him at all. Even if it had been thrown hard, Dick still would have caught it, but he appreciates the gesture for what it is. ]

I figure I need time under my belt to get things though. I don't really know how this place works, or know anyone here. Well, I've met a few people, but knowing people takes time. I mean, this is the first time I've seen you outside of a dream.

[mostdangerousbird]

[ It's not that Dick has a tail, because he's seated, as a satellite. Dick can't simply turn up, looking for the life of him like Dick Grayson but... just a bit not, like an itch you can't scratch, and expect to not be the subject of curiosity.

The interest isn't camouflaged, a head snap, a raised eyebrow, but Tim doesn't drag it out before he waves. ]

Hey, new old guy. They let you in the door, so I'm thinking you're not from the dark multiverse.

[cohero]

[Seeing the person that he'd noticed as being the possible target of Damian's throw, Dick has to wonder who he is. He's not familiar at all, but that's alright. If it hadn't been for a look in Bab's eye, Dick might not have recognized her at first either.

He waves at the younger male and then settles back down so he doesn't get reamed by anything else being thrown at him. He does lean over so he can talk though.]

No, no dark multiverse that I know of. I'm another Dick Grayson. I know you have that one on the couch, but I'm from a very different multiverse.

[her_own_rules]

You came.

[ Barbara had finished making her way to refill her cup with more of the coffee Tim brought in. It put her near Dick's chair, and she gave it a nudge with a foot that, somewhere along the way, had already lost its shoe. (Both of them, in fact.)

(They're over by her chair, under the table.
Which has already grown a pile or two
since the computer was turned on.) ]

Has anyone done the honors for you yet?

[ Barbara gestured at the teaming crowds of other faces, of potentially far, far too many people he likely didn't know at all.
But she could at least help him put names to faces if no one had done that job yet. ]

[cohero]

[Having reviewed the small amount of things Damian gave him, Dick was trying to think about what else he'd need to survive the upcoming labyrinth. He knew that he'd be packing some things for two people. Well, making a pack for another to carry. Not that he was giving up any weapons.

Barbara's sudden appearance startled him. It shouldn't have, but it did. ]

Oh, yeah. Hey. I had some things to return to Bruce. Thought I'd check in on Damian too. He's given me some useful things, since I didn't arrive with anything at all.

[At the question, Dick looks over the group of people. He's done a little of his own introductions, and shrugs. ] I've met Bruce, Damian. I imagine that's my namesake, you, and he is Tim, although he's nothing at all like the Tim from my earth. We briefly just said hello. How did I score.

Cassandra Cain | OTA | Threadjacking welcome

[smallbat]

[Cassandra is starting to get used to this mess of team meetings and planning. Hell right before she'd ended up here they'd infiltrated Themyscira. Surely this whole labyrinth won't be that hard to fight their way out of.

She arrives later then most in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt she'd picked up at Roxx and climbs onto a chair tucking her legs up cross legged under her taking in what everyone else has brought she feels like maybe she should have at least brought the utility belt.]

[her_own_rules]

Coffee?

[Barbara asks it first without looking up from her screen. The space of two beats and she reaches up to card her fingers into the long run of red bangs hanging partially over her face. She meets Cass' eyes with a raise and jiggle of her coffee cup. ]

I need to get myself a top off, so--

[smallbat]

Only if you didn't let Steph make it.

[She has bad memories of the grinds in the coffee. She's not sure that she shouldn't offer to go get it for Babs. Clearly Babs has important things to be looking at on her computer.]

bruce.

[batsymbol]

( he's not confident as bruce wayne yet. billionaire prince of gotham. batman is where he feels comfortable. where he feels more himself. something something bruce wayne died years ago in crime alley when his parents were murdered, but. there is some truth to that line of thinking — to that claim he makes inside his head to himself.

yet, even so, he's here. bruce, that is. because damian said he needed him here.

like damian, he's not in the suit and so there's no grease paint smeared across his eyes for others to gawk at. instead, he's dressed down. all in black because... what other colours are there? going over every face in his head that damian sketched out for him — people damian knows. trusts. considers his family. a thought bruce is still trying to process.

he's sitting in an armchair. glances down when he sees titus there. turning a closed fist over, he reveals the treats he'd been holding there in his palm and offers them to the dog who happily accepts. at the inkling of either someone's gaze on him or presence nearby, he looks over through strands of hair having fallen in front of his face before he looks back down to titus. )

Damian's right. You should make sure you're prepared for anything and everything.

[cohero]

[Seeing Bruce wander in, Dick looks at the clothes in his lap and remembers how impulsive and wildly he acted the last time they met. It twists his stomach in knots to even see the other man now. At least he'd managed to gain some control over himself eventually. There's still a world of embarrassment that harasses him in the back of his mind as he pushes himself to get up.

Slow steps take him next to the man that happens to be leaning over a giant dog. Dick smiles only because he's never seen an animal in the manor before and it's a nice thing to see. ]

What's his name.. or her. I can't tell from here.

[batsymbol]

( as far as bruce is concerned, it's all water under the bridge. he knew the rain was the cause for dick acting as he did, it's why he'd taken him out of it. brought him here. made sure to find dry clothes for him. so when the other man approaches him, he doesn't even think of their last encounter with one another. he's too... trying not to be overwhelmed on the inside with all of this. )

Titus. ( a beat. ) He's Damian's.

( any and all animals ending up in here will be damian's, he feels. )

[mostdangerousbird]

I was going to go in my gear.

[ The question finds Tim passing behind Bruce’s chair to a bookshelf. The manor is huge, so even though Tim has been frequenting it, he’s still determinedly going through everything to find flaws and anachronism. ]

Belt’s still fully stocked. I haven’t needed to use any consumables yet. Hi Bruce.

[batsymbol]

( it takes him no more than a couple seconds to place a face to a sketch damian had made and the name that went with it. )

Tim.

( that's it. )

Not going in gear seems a little foolish.

( therefore, he's glad[?] to hear tim won't be going that route. )

[her_own_rules]

We will.

[ Even uncertain of what they'll need and what will be waiting for them—with more uncertainties than facts in every direction—Barbara's voice doesn't waver for that response. They've all faced so much together, both prepared and utterly not. The people in this room are people she would—and has—trusted with her life in so many different contexts.

Barbara tilted her head, considering the face before her—young and disheveled, face half curtain with the fall of his bangs.
It's honest when she says the first thing to come to mind. ] I'm glad you came.

the flash (not barry allen) | ota!

[accelerate]

[ He's late, which he can't really be blamed for. This is the first time he's been invited to Wayne Manor in secret code. Which door does he enter via? Is he meant to knock? Is there a secret knock?

The Flash skids inside Wayne Manor in a burst of golden kinetic energy, mindful of the floors and other knickknacks inside (he's late, but he's not a rude guest!). After Arsenal had informed him about the Bats' get-together pre-labyrinth, he felt that it was an invitation to come along.

(Is the Batman here? That guy is so cool—)

Anyway.

He has a soda in one hand and a burger in the other. Here to learn the lay of the land, get a headcount, and maybe see if there are any other childhood besties he should be aware of—

And to learn from those who were here for the first mission. Slurping loudly, he frowns in his cowl and gestures towards what would be Goliath.

When he speaks, his voice vibrates - ]

This really is a bat hangout, huh?

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara's first instinct is still to look up, half-expecting Wally, at the flash of light and blur of color coming to a stop, the room invaded by a brand voice while it's wide-eyed, taking in the overly large Dragon Bat who has somehow managed to fit himself in there and be taken for granted as just fitting and being expected by most of them—especially with Damian taking his pets into the labyrinth with him.

There's a faint raise of eyebrows as she looks at this next face that is familiar-but-not from her spot at the table, already surrounded by an open laptop, a notepad with a lot of non-word coding, and a cup of coffee. ] Between your username and the costume, I'm assuming it's Barry, right?


[ She does already know. He's said it on the network with no privacy setting anywhere,
but Barbara is nothing if not entirely ready to start with unfailing politeness. ]