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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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( 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. )

[ 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.
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Edited 2024-05-01 01:55 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

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. )

[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. ]

[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.]

[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?

( 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. )

( 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.

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.

[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.

( the mention of dreams has his mouth twisting into a scowl, but damian doesn't acknowledge it otherwise. instead, he's leaning back on the sofa he's sat down on like a normal person (for once) and raises his hand again.

this time, throwing a batarang with significantly more force, in grayson's general direction but without any real intention of harming him. this is weapons sharing while being vaguely irritated, not a murder attempt. yet. )

You should always be prepared. Idiot.

( 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. )

[That was all Dick was going to say on the matter since he vividly recalls his promise and things like that are never taken lightly. He's done his share of breaking his word and that's nothing he cares to go through again. It's only broken his heart a million different ways.

The scowl is enough, and the force that he gets from the batarang almost makes him smile. Dick shakes his head at the words and there's a small twist of his lips, he glances up. ]

I imagine you probably do sleep in your utility belt. I didn't need to for a while. I had supplies near me, a few feet away. They weren't on my person. New life lesson learned. Thanks for this. I appreciate it.

[ 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.

( dick smiles, and damian throws yet another batarang. he could just as easily hand them over, or put them down on the table, or - any other number of ways to deliver items, but clearly this is working for him, and he's going to keep it up. )

I don't sleep.

( yes he does. )

I.. uh, got your clothes and wanted to say sorry for acting like an idiot. Thanks for being kind and sharing. I really appreciate it.

[Glancing over at Bruce, Dick hands him the bag that has in it the clothes, an extra pair of slacks and shirt, black, that seemed to be Bruce's style-- a sort of thank you gesture on his part. Dick had ripped the parka, but there's a new one in there tucked in its own little disposable case.

In the meantime, Dick gets down to let the dog sniff the back of his hands. He's never had an animal of his own and wonders what it would be like to grow up with someone who would have allowed him to. His stuffy English mentor would be too old to ever change enough to allow pets much less end up with further 'kids'. Tim exists, but only because of Dick-- and Dick doesn't even know that there's a Tim here, in this room even.]

Damian's. Figures. I met him the first night I was here. I met Barbara too, but ... it's odd. I imagine it's harder for you, huh.

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.

[snagged from the air, and there's another twitch of lip, this one a little wider than the last. Dick is beginning to enjoy this game. It's intriguing to see how much gear Damian has, looking at his pile. It really would have been spectacular if Dick had been out working that night.

Oh to be prepared for random kidnappings. ]

Right. You never, ever sleep. Who needs to recharge, or drop dead in the middle of a mission, because that would be responsible.

[ever.]

( a glance up, he takes the bag. looks it over. then sets it down on the floor near him. there's a look he gives dick — a look that says he didn't have to do that, but. all the same, it's appreciated. always good to have an extra set of clothes around, he figures.

as dick goes about getting to know titus, he glances over to damian there on the sofa. lets his gaze linger. )

He's a good kid. ( again, a beat. ) Stubborn, too.

( but he doesn't necessarily mean that in a bad way. just something he's noticed.

when it swings back over to him — with how hard all of this likely is for him, he looks back to dick for only a fleeting moment before his gaze drops down to titus. )

It's a work in progress.

( 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. )

( his next weapon of choice is a pair of shuriken, which damian is careful to aim behind dick, instead of directly at him. those are a little more difficult to catch or misdirect accurately, and he would just hate it if one caught timothy by accident. )

I rest in ideal increments to avoid dropping dead in the middle of missions.

[At the look, Dick shrugs and looks back. It says enough. He's had to deal with looks for most his life and he's used to speaking with them and not words. It's been a while, but he will adjust again if he has to in order to work with someone that's already done him a kindness.

Dick glances up briefly as Bruce looks at Damian and then looks back at the dog. There was nothing to see, obviously. ]

I agree. He is.

[Knowing that if Dick were to look over Damian would feel the fact that he's being appraised, he keeps his head bowed for the time being. He only pauses a beat to glance up, eyes sympathetic. Dick feels completely out of his element here, having mentioned earlier feeling alone even for the first time in a long time.

He knows he shouldn't, but there's all this and he knows how well he doesn't fit, especially with the other Grayson being here. ]

I don't completely understand, but I feel pretty apart from everyone here. If that means anything. I mean, I'm happy to live in the apartments. I am familiar with the manor as a location, but it's not a home. [stated quietly, eyes on his fingers as they run across the dog.]

[Watching as the shruiken go flying beyond him, Dick tips his head slightly and chuckles when they hit the wall. There's a part of him that wonders exactly how close Damian was planning on sending them toward the other person nearby. Not that Dick knows who that is, considering his Tim looks extremely different.

He moves to gather up the weapons and place them in his growing pile. He's going to need a harness to hold all this in. Dick's going to have to put a lot more thought into what he's bringing. He'd planned on seeing if he could get weapons, so this helps. ]

I hope you rest before the city closes. I will, so that I can be awake as long as I need in this damn labyrinth thing.

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