Post by Red Arrow on Sept 17, 2012 12:14:09 GMT -5
Hood pulled up low over his eyes, he arched his body over the gargoyle he was currently perched on, gloved hands curled around the head of the beast. His body still, yet tense as he listens to the sounds of the city below him. His breaths uneven and fast, his heart still pounding in his chest from his climb up here and the run he’d taken to get here. He wasn’t supposed to be out here, not tonight, Batman’s orders…Nightwing had reinstated his mentor’s words, his father’s orders. He frowned, and his teeth ground together in his frustration at coming second, at being just a kid, he felt like he wasn’t good enough for his father, that deep, deep down inside perhaps Nightwing and Red Robin were better them him, better sons then he was. He was Bruce’s son, his fathers and that didn’t seem to matter, he was his real son and it was like he was second best, second rate, and that pissed him off.
His fist struck the head of the creature he had been resting on. He snarled out his anger and didn’t give much thought to the drop, but he pushed off with his hands and his feet throwing his body outward and feeling the wind catch his hood and throw it back revealing his mask hidden eyes and his black hair. The wind hit him in the face and he let himself fall the several hundred feet.
”He's reckless…Batman…Bruce he doesn’t follow orders.”[/i]
Nightwing’s words came into his mind as he let himself fall, like one might when jumping out of a plane with a parachute. The small smile that had graced his lips at his daring feat vanished as did any excitement he’d been feeling. He hadn’t been supposed to be over hear the words spoken in the study. Grayson hadn’t removed his suit, just the mask covering his eyes. Batman hadn’t done much better, he’d simply pulled down his hood, and his gloved hand rubbing is face tiredly as he watched Grayson and Drake with a weary expression in his eyes, but his face hadn’t given much away.
”If it wasn’t for Dick I’d have a bullet in my chest, Damian was right there!”[/i]
Tim had to throw in his two cents as well; he’d been frustrated and angry at Damian, nearly punching the young boy for not having intervened to save his life. He was wondering what Dick hadn’t voiced, did he really want them out of Bruce’s life that badly that he’d not help them in a battle? That question needed to be raised and it didn’t get an answer as it hung in the silence.
The young Robin found his finger dispensing the trigger of his grappling hook, his body jerking violently with the sudden dip in momentum as his body curved to the left. Hands curling around the butt of the gun, he used this change of momentum to lunch his small lethal body into the air, as he somersaulted in the air before his feet touched the landing of the smaller building he was on. He pushed the cloak past his hands and ran across the roof, his arms swinging with the natural movements of his body. He leapt the short distance to the next building and landed heavily on his right foot, the landing wasn’t smooth, it was sloppy and it had him spiraled out on the roof, his pride wounded, as he started to pick himself back up. His blue eyes glaring down at the roof tiles, as if it was the whole buildings fault he’d fallen in the first place.
His fist hit the roof and he hit it one more time for good measure. His robin’s cape spiraled around his body like a sort of security blanket that only succeeded in making him angrier.
“We need to talk.”
As Damian looked up and around him he saw that, it wasn’t just his father here; no it was every one. Everyone that made up his dysfunctional family.
His fist struck the head of the creature he had been resting on. He snarled out his anger and didn’t give much thought to the drop, but he pushed off with his hands and his feet throwing his body outward and feeling the wind catch his hood and throw it back revealing his mask hidden eyes and his black hair. The wind hit him in the face and he let himself fall the several hundred feet.
”He's reckless…Batman…Bruce he doesn’t follow orders.”[/i]
Nightwing’s words came into his mind as he let himself fall, like one might when jumping out of a plane with a parachute. The small smile that had graced his lips at his daring feat vanished as did any excitement he’d been feeling. He hadn’t been supposed to be over hear the words spoken in the study. Grayson hadn’t removed his suit, just the mask covering his eyes. Batman hadn’t done much better, he’d simply pulled down his hood, and his gloved hand rubbing is face tiredly as he watched Grayson and Drake with a weary expression in his eyes, but his face hadn’t given much away.
”If it wasn’t for Dick I’d have a bullet in my chest, Damian was right there!”[/i]
Tim had to throw in his two cents as well; he’d been frustrated and angry at Damian, nearly punching the young boy for not having intervened to save his life. He was wondering what Dick hadn’t voiced, did he really want them out of Bruce’s life that badly that he’d not help them in a battle? That question needed to be raised and it didn’t get an answer as it hung in the silence.
The young Robin found his finger dispensing the trigger of his grappling hook, his body jerking violently with the sudden dip in momentum as his body curved to the left. Hands curling around the butt of the gun, he used this change of momentum to lunch his small lethal body into the air, as he somersaulted in the air before his feet touched the landing of the smaller building he was on. He pushed the cloak past his hands and ran across the roof, his arms swinging with the natural movements of his body. He leapt the short distance to the next building and landed heavily on his right foot, the landing wasn’t smooth, it was sloppy and it had him spiraled out on the roof, his pride wounded, as he started to pick himself back up. His blue eyes glaring down at the roof tiles, as if it was the whole buildings fault he’d fallen in the first place.
His fist hit the roof and he hit it one more time for good measure. His robin’s cape spiraled around his body like a sort of security blanket that only succeeded in making him angrier.
“We need to talk.”
As Damian looked up and around him he saw that, it wasn’t just his father here; no it was every one. Everyone that made up his dysfunctional family.
