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Post by damian on Feb 3, 2013 14:36:19 GMT -5
The first thing you’d notice were the boots propped up on the counter, but not just any boots these boots were green with red laces and the fact they were on the counter, the freshly cleaned counter I might add. If you looked up over the green boots you’d see legs clad in black tights, but those youthful legs of the young boy would be ripped with muscle and it was clear that he was well in shape for his age. Past the legs you’d find a red armored tunic and the yellow utility belt around his trim, hips. You’d find the young boy with his arms crossed over his chest, his arms covered with black under armor and his fingers clad in green gloves that matched his boots, his yellow cape along his shoulders and a black hood able to cover his head and protect him from the rain if he needed it. His blue eyes would covered by a black domino’s mask with white optical lenses so you’d never quite be able to see where he was looking unless he did in a way that there was no way to ignore his heated stare. To complete the look of arrogance was the slight smirk and the air of entitlement that seemed to ooze off his young frame.
Green gloved fingers wrapped around the can of cold pop that was within easy reach and the movements didn’t require him to move from his oh so very comfortable spot as he leaned back in the bar stool chair, as it tipped back rather preciously back on its hind legs. As he sipped his drink in silence, his gaze focusing on no one thing, he’d been looking out the window, his attention drawn to the ocean that rested down below him.
As the sounds of footsteps had him turning his head, his blue eyes narrowed behind white lenses and his mouth twisting downward and loosing the slight smirk that it had previously held. He watched the new comer approach and reach into the fridge for a bottle of water. He recognized her; she was Kiran Singh aka Solstice. He mentally went over what he knew about her, which was quite a bit. Batman liked to keep things up to date and he was his son, all the more reason to know well everything and he made it a point to know about all of Drakes new teammates he seemed to have such a thing for.
“Who are you?” The question came with a bit of hesitancy as the young girl’s body was black like a puff of smoke with blue light emitting from within the cracks and around her eyes. She was oh so curious about who this boy was, but he seemed as mysterious as her leader Red Robin and he was clearly part of Gotham’s crime fighters.
“Robin, I’m here to take over for Red Robin.” It wasn’t a lie it was truly why he believed he was here, why else would Batman send him here, Grayson got to lead the Titans and Drake was leading them currently, so truly this was the only logical choice in his eyes. It was his turn to lead these young heroes. There could be no other reason, not any at all, it just wasn’t possible.
Kiran’s blue eyes widened slightly and her warm smile fell away from her lips as a deep frown took its place. “That can not be correct; there must be some sort of miscommunication,” the words hung there for a moment as she tried to thing on the last few conversations she’d had with the others, this was a rather sudden change and clearly something had to be inaccurate, Red Robin would have told them of this change if he’d known, but even then she wasn’t fully sure he would have shared it, he wasn’t sharing a lot of anything with them, any of them.
The sound of door opening drew her attention to the blonde that came into from the indoor pool, her wavy blonde hair wet along her shoulders with little beads of water trailing down along the curve of her neck and lower along her chest, to the swell of her breasts. Kiran immediately broke out into a wide smile, she completely missed the way Damian had cast the blonde a glance and slightly squirmed in his chair, before dropping his feet to rest on the solid steel of the foot rests. “Cassie!” she called her hand rising to wave to her. “That’s Wonder Girl, but don’t call her that, she doesn’t like it,” Kiran explained to the young boy, being as polite as always.
"Her?" The word seemed to hang there as the black haired youth shot Cassandra Sandmark another look, out of the corner of his eye, before turning his attention back to Kiran, the contempt in his voice undisguised, as he drew his arms up the counter and rested his elbows on the counter and gave the blonde his back, a disrespectful gesture. "She's nothing more than a beach barbie, only here to be Drake's personal concubine." Robin just let the words keep coming as he spoke his opinion, his thoughts as they were the only thing that mattered and he knew he was right. His lips curled up in a sneer as his blue eyes glared at the wall as he stared through Kiran, even as he looked at her. "She's as useless here as Batgirl is in Gotham. Clearly, Drake is attracted to useless blonde twits - though at least this one doesn't need to stuff her bra."
The words hung in the air and Kiran could do little more then let out a gasp of surprise and shoot Cassie a helpless look, those words out of the young boy’s mouth had been the last thing she’d expected to be dealing with, she’d expected something, but nothing so, so…rude.
Damian lifted the can to his lips and swallowed the last of his drink, before crumpling the soda can in his hand, setting it back on the counter intending to leave it there as he got to his feet, and content to let his actions speak for himself as he moved to leave the room.
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Feb 3, 2013 17:53:09 GMT -5
Water cascading down her bronze-skinned form, Cassie Sandsmark surfaced from the indoor pool of Titans Tower like (here she chuckled silently at her own little joke) a Greek goddess emerging from the sea. Despite having been underwater for longer than most of her teammates could possibly have managed, her breathing was even and regular, as if she had barely exerted herself – the advantages of her Armour-enhanced physique, or one of them at least. No, all that she needed to do was shake the chlorinated water out of her eyes and brush her hair back with a dismissive little toss before she hoisted herself out of the pool with ease. Ah, that was better. This was an excellent reason to stick around the Tower, Cassie reflected to herself. An indoor pool to swim in during the winter and an outdoor one for the summer? Maybe it was a little bit superficial of her, but there were two reasons right there.
It also totally disproved the idea that all she ever did for exercise was to go down to the gym and annihilate the latest punching bags. No, she swam too. And Cassie enjoyed it too – she wasn’t going to claim that she was a great technical swimmer, hah, but she was strong and fast and knew what she was doing and that, in her experience, made up for a lot of skill. Not having to breathe as often as most people helped too. A towel waited for her on a bench where she’d left it and the blonde scooped it up easily, beginning to wipe herself dry. Actually, if it weren’t for all the people trying to kill her just because she was with this bunch of teens and the Silent Armour – which promptly stirred in her mind as she thought of it – itself, Cassie wouldn’t have any objection to this at all, really.
This, now that she’d got beyond some of her issues with Red-slash-Tim, was pretty much the life.
She spent a moment drying herself off, enjoying the feeling of the soft, fluffy towel on her skin, before tossing it back over the bench to collect later. She was mostly dry now, anyway, it was just her hair and the water dripping from it that remained. Refreshed, clean enough and in need of something to drink, Cassie glanced thoughtfully between the door out and the door to the changing area. Then she shrugged. She had nothing to hide. Besides, most of the Titans were either other girls, gay (Bunker) or proven to be interested in her anyway (Tim).
And so she ran her fingers through her hair, shaking it out again, before striding to the door and then through it, into the kitchen beyond where she found a scene that she did not expect. One of the two people there, Kiran, Cassie knew well enough. The Indian girl, waving cheerfully, got a nod and brief grin from the blonde before she turned her attention to the other.
The other, a boy that she’d never seen before in her life but who it didn’t take a genius to recognise as Robin. He could have been Red’s kid brother, she reflected, her sharp eyes taking in the details of his costume. Sure, he looked scrawny. But she could see the muscle in his limbs under the tight costume. She also disliked him at first glance. There was the smirk, like everything she’d hated about Tim but without the softer edge his had. And there was the way he had his feet on the table, like he owned the place. She also caught the half glance he gave her, or her chest, and her eyes narrowed.
Dressed as she was in a navy blue swimsuit that left most of her body open to sight, from her muscular arms and powerful thighs to her ample cleavage and her toned abs, some women would have tried to cover themselves up. But Cassie planted her hands on her hips instead, fingers splayed out across her taut flanks, and stared at him as he was told her name. She wasn’t ashamed of her body at all. And if this kid wanted to sneak glances at her in a bikini, that was his problem, not hers.
Before she could step in to demand a name, he started to talk and Cassie’s instinctive dislike began to blossom into full scale anger. Her fingers tightened on her hips at the contempt in his voice, her lips thinning as she pressed them together. ‘Beach Barbie’? ‘Personal concubine’? ‘Useless blonde twit’? And, while her rack was undeniably impressive, there was something about the manner in which he talked about her – to say nothing of the words – that made Cassie want to wring his neck like a chicken’s. She was not a Barbie. She was nobody’s concubine. And she did not need this scrawny little brat of a Robin examining her body either. She was angry and the Armour responded as it always did, the war bracelets oozing out to cover her forearms in stark contrast to the swimsuit that she still wore as the words of the arrogant boy hung in the air, Kiran’s look totally ignored as her anger gathered around her like smoke.
Cassie let him finish his drink. She let him stand, just leaving that crumpled can there with no intention of throwing it away or of picking it up. She even let him take the first two steps.
And then she stormed across the room, her longer legs easily allowing her to outstrip him, to grab him by the neck and bodily toss him against the nearest wall. Before he could possibly move, she slammed her hand against the wall right by his head.
"Don’t you dare toy with me, little boy,” The blonde powerhouse snarled down into his face. "Or I’ll snap you in two.” Five inches taller than Robin, built far more powerfully than he, she looked capable of every word.
TAG: Damian/Burnout
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Post by damian on Feb 16, 2013 13:00:31 GMT -5
Damian Wayne was a lot of things an assassin, the true son of the Batman and Talia al Ghul, he a volatile thirteen year old, and he was also very much mortal. His blue eyes widened slightly and his body had tensed up as the hair on the back of his neck had risen up and he’d picked up the sound of Drake’s concubine on his heels, he hadn’t given it much thought, he’d been assuming the girl would be coming up to him to fall at his feet and beg him to do naughty things to her, it was so obvious that he was better then Red Robin that it wasn’t even funny. He was everything the third Robin wasn’t able to be. He knew he was better then him, better then them all and he wasn’t about to let any of them forget it and this blonde, this Cassie wanting him was just the first step in showing Drake that he was second best and always would be.
Take this Drake! His smug thought was complete with the slight and oh so arrogant little smirk that graced his youthful lips as he kept walking ignoring the blonde’s hurried steps as he thought nothing could possibly be anything other then what he thought would happen.
So the fingers around his neck didn’t surprise him at first, but when they clamped down with enough force that he knew he was in trouble as his instincts screamed for him to get out of the hold, that hold was dangerous, it was far to easy to get his neck broken and even with that going on he was cursing himself in his head for being too relaxed here, for letting his guard down. Damian are you truly that weak my son?
[/color] His mothers taunting words rang in his head, but he didn’t dare close his eyes, his body had instinctively tensed, but as he was lifted off his feet and his body went sailing for the wall behind him, he forced his body to go limp, and the impact of his back against the wall, had his blue eyes squeezed shut for only a moment as the pain jolted up and down his spine even through the enforced armor in his suit. You loose Damian.[/color] NO! Blue eyes opened a split second later as his arrogance fell from his face replaced by a look of a savage rage as he was ready to fight for his life and this girl really didn’t want to mess with him. If she knew who he was she wouldn’t of dared lay a finger on him. Her first mistake he noticed was not immediately incapacitating him, this left him many options to turn the table on her and that was something he’d be doing. No one bested him, not like this and certainly not Drake’s new love interest. Although this threat filled display did give him a little more insight into Drake’s personality, Red Robin was the weak, submissive one, it would seem he liked to be dominated and by women far more powerful then himself. His anger now tightly under control, he let his arrogance show again, even as her fist slammed into the wall by his head. If she thought that she scared him, she was sorely mistaken. Damian Wayne didn’t get scared ever. “I’m not afraid of you, I’m not Drake’s pussy ass, or anyone else on this team!” the words came from his lips as his white lens narrowed mirroring the movements of his eyes as he glared at her, he was already ready to get out of this hold, he was now merely staying for curiosities sake now as her body was pressed up against his own and he wasn’t about to tell her, that her little display of power and attempted authority over him got her secret points with him, not a chance. He waited watching her body language and waiting for just the right moment to show her that she did not possess the upper hand in this game of dominance, the two of them had now started. [/blockquote]
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Feb 16, 2013 15:11:08 GMT -5
This Robin, Cassie thought as she hurled him into the wall with ease, just wasn’t that smart, it seemed.
He’d turned his back on someone he shouldn’t have, someone he’d just insulted and who wasn’t at all intimidated by the red costume that shrouded his feeble little form. To others, maybe, that outfit was a symbol of authority, something to be respected and possibly even feared. To Cassie, it was just clothes, meaning about as much as the brat’s snotty demeanour, and in fact it almost made her angrier that he dared to deride the boy she had just started to respect. And the fact that he went from the shock of the pain straight to anger – that just made her smirk, an expression utterly without humour, that bared her teeth in a wolf’s grin. She’d seen him bleed now, so he could snarl and posture all he liked. She was certainly not scared of a little boy in a silly costume.
Cassie’s lips, already curled back in a sneer that bared white teeth, peeled back still further as he told her that he wasn’t ‘Drake’s pussy ass’ – and now she had a surname to go with the first name Tim had already given her – in a sign that she neither liked nor approved of what the little creep before her had to say.
"Then let’s see what we can do about that,” She hissed, right before her arms snaked around his torso, pinning the brat’s arms to his sides even as she pinned his body against hers. The blonde clasped her hands at the base of his spine in an unbreakable grip then, with contemptuous ease, she hoisted him off the ground until he had no leverage whatsoever. The little birdy-boy was just hanging in the air, his legs dangling harmlessly, their eyes virtually level. So far, it just looked like an enthusiastic hug, perhaps, no doubt something that would confuse him given the way it (unintentionally on her part) had her large breasts pressed against his chest.
But then Cassie squeezed and the pressure on his spine went from almost nothing to instantly agonising. He had armour there, she could feel it, but it was nothing compared to the force she could exert. In fact, if she wanted to, she would bet that she could just have flattened his ribcage and shattered his spine in that first moment when she tightened her grip, armour or not. Still, that wasn’t what she had in mind and, while the vice of her powerful arms was seemingly impossibly tight, it wouldn’t cripple him. It would just be exceedingly painful.
"How about now?” She sneered in his ear, resting her chin on his shoulder as she continued to crush him in her embrace like a ragdoll. "Now are you scared? ‘Cause you know, if I tighten just a little more, I’m going to snap your spinal cord and then your ribs.” The muscles in her upper body constricted, and she shook him from side to side with frightening ease. The Armour was rising now, its control being asserted and there was a pale crimson edge to her irises that spoke of how easy it would be for her to follow through on her threat.
TAG: Damian
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Post by damian on Feb 16, 2013 17:10:44 GMT -5
Her wolfish grin and show of strength didn’t scare him, he was a Wayne, he was an al Ghul, he wasn’t scared and pain was nothing to be afraid of, he would heal he would continue to move forward, he would no loose, he was cocky, arrogant and he thought he was invincible that he was special and his birth rights protected him from a death he’d never face. Damian had much to learn and for all his strength, and intelligence, he was still a kid, still a teenager and they all thought themselves immortal, that nothing could faze him and that none would dare.
Robin watched her face and the smile was something he secretly wanted to see, even when angry the blonde was utterly ruthless, gorgeous and as her arms moved to slide over his own, and press against the small of his back, he was not immediately worried. Damian was a little distracted with the way her breasts had pressed against his armor covered chest. He’d been distracted and his body had tuned into the very feminine parts pressing against his chest.
The pain was so sudden and sharp that his body had arched in her arms, his chest pressing hard against her own in an automatic, very instinctive reaction to get away from the pain she was causing him. His jaw clamped down tight to keep any sound from escaping. His hands curled and he flexed his fingers a moment before they curled up once more, as he tried to breath, to catch his breath that seemed to have escaped him. She's way too good for Drake, he doesn’t deserve her.
He didn’t let on to his thoughts, but there was one thing Damian knew was true, it was that Cassandra Sandmark was far too good for second rate Red Robin and Drake was far too much a pussy to be able to handle her. Damian liked her fire, that spark, the bit of desire to cause pain, also how she demanded respect and wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, to handle things herself as to her no one else could do the job better then her. This display showed that she was worthy of him, worthy of him on a level that Drake just didn’t have and he knew he’d have to show her the truth, the truth about Drake not being good enough and that he was the better choice, the only choice, but he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that yet.
Her words registered in his head and her breath hit against his neck, he really shouldn’t be, but he was very much attracted to this girl that just threatened to break his spine. His blue eyes hidden by her mask took in the detail, the way her eyes hinted with red and the way she shook him, this was just another reason for him to do better, to get stronger so this, this humiliation wouldn’t happen again.
Damian would not allow her to see how that little comment had him starting to sweat a little bit, he did not want to be his father, he did not want to have the same thing happen to him, least of all by a girl, but a fellow hero, no he would not be humiliated, he would not!
“No!”
The word came out surprisingly still with a bit of arrogance but there was still quite a bit of defiance he didn't attempt to hide in his voice, but this display showed that he wasn’t going to break, least of all to her.
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Post by Duela Dent on Feb 17, 2013 12:22:27 GMT -5
Who knew that it could be so easy to get bored in Titans Tower, of all places? Duela had a handful of things lined up that she could be getting on with - she was meant to be packing for a bit of a return trip home to Gotham for a little while, feeling that, with sufficient distance between what the Joker had done to her and now, that.. Well, she could feel safe there. And as much as she was adjusting to life in San Francisco, Gotham would always be her home. But that didn't really entirely solve her problem of what she was meant to be doing today noww, did it? Flopping onto her bed, she'd flicked through magazines, scoured the internet and ended up looking at nothing really in general, she'd sighed with aggravation, the sound more like a snarl emerging from her butchered mouth; How was it possible to live this kind of life and actually get bored as easily as Duela did? Whilst she wasn't one to toot her own horn - insert incredibly lame pun here about not that kind of horn, anyway - She worked with superheroes. She was a vigilante, a superhero. Okay, maybe that last line was a little overzealous, but.. Still.
She shouldn't be bored to tears.
Eventually, she had hit upon the idea - random as it was - to do some baking. Cupcaaaaakes were calling, it seemed, and Duela was only too happy to do something with her time, given drilling into her own skull to see what happened was increasingly seeming like a wonderful, viable thing to do to pass the time. She knew the other Titans wouldn't approve of that, though - hey, she was mildly silly, not entirely stupid (most of the time) - and she pushed that one to the back of her mind with all manner of other grisly ideas, such as taking sets of power tools to the Joker, or working him over with a jackhammer. Duela shuddered gleefully at the idea of that, even though.. Well, you know, on the scale of 'morbidness' it was like, a twenty out of ten or whatever, but she supposed she would have to settle for symbolically destroying him by making cupcakes of his face, and then eating them all.
Because there was no way that one could backfire on her, of course. Eating copious amounts of junk food allllllways ended well.
About halfway down the tower from her room to the mess area, Duela felt herself wobble slightly as the floor seemed to shake slightly beneath her feet. Only for a second, but it was absolutely noticeable; They got earthquakes in this city, right? Duela looked dubious, didn't move for a second, as if waiting for something to happen, but when nothing did, she proceeded on as before, taking the steps down with some disjointed rhythm that only Duela knew, and before long, she had emerged into the kitchen, ready and willing to bake and, umm.. Exactly what had she walked in on here? Duela stared for a long moment, realising that the floor shaking a little had to have been Cassie; There was a slight bit of an imprint in the wall immediately behind her and the kid she was, umm.. Duela wanted to say hugging, but that was either wishful thinking or trying to put things politely as Duela's poor mind could put.
"I.. Ah, I was going to pass some time baking, but ah.. I'll leave you two to--" she trailed off, realising that she probably should attempt to defuse the situation - because yes, the girl who looked like a clown with (relatively minor) mental health issues was clearly someone who should be, you know, entering into disputes with the aim of solving them. "No, no.. No. Second thoughts, what the Hell are you two doing? Cassie, you look like you're about to cripple the darn kid, and kid, I don't know who you are, but if you're aimin' for a date with her.. Ah.. Well, I don't think she's quite into masochists," because, hello, he was clearly into Cassie, even if she was about to split his spine six ways till sunday with ease. Even as much as she didn't know him - Duela was assuming he was a new Robin (this was what, number.. Hell, she didn't even know) - it wasn't rocket science. Even Duela admittedly thought - in the back of her mind where it wouldn't come out because she was also scared of the blonde a little bit - that Cassie was hot...
TAG: Cassie
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Feb 18, 2013 17:36:27 GMT -5
She’d expected him to be able to take the pain.
And she wasn’t disappointed.
Robin didn’t scream as she bore down on him, no, he just arched into her – though there wasn’t an inch of give in her toned form. And Cassie could see the way he was all but biting his tongue, feel his clenched fists as he squirmed like a deer trapped by a constrictor snake. For anyone else, the way his armour rubbed against her almost bare skin would probably have been painful, but it was actually almost pleasant for Cassie, who was made of far sterner stuff. But despite that, she – or rather the Armour, the cause of that bloody tint to her normally crystal clear eyes – could feel his fear as she dripped those poisoned words into his ear. She wouldn’t actually do it. But she was all too delighted to let him wriggle until he gave her the respect that was her due.
Except he didn’t. Except he denied it.
Well, Cassie thought, shifting her grip a little and squeezing until she thought she could feel his ribs beginning to bend, he was definitely a stubborn little bird. Maybe, in other circumstances, she’d even like that about him, but right now all she wanted him to do was admit that he was scared. That he was scared of her, more to the point, that he was afraid of what she could do to him in this moment. This close, he couldn’t entirely hide the sudden clamour of his skin or the tremble, but his voice was steady as steel and defiant as ever. The little brat wouldn’t bend an inch, which only left her to see if he’d break. Not that she’d really started this with the idea of leaving him crippled, but neither one of them wanted to give, their wills pushing against each other as they stared into each other’s eyes.
And that left Robin’s ribs and, more importantly, his backbone as the most likely thing to give in the uneven contest between Cassie’s inhuman strength and his merely human body.
"Fine,” The blonde powerhouse breathed, not even doing so deeply, not even a drop of sweat marking her skin as it pressed against his small, armoured form. "I guess we see whether your pride or your ribs gives first, huh, Bird Boy?”
Given all of the above, it was almost certainly for the best that someone chose that moment to interrupt – someone other than Kiran, who had been protesting incoherently almost since it started and who neither Cassie nor Damian had paid any attention to at all.
The girl who stepped into the kitchen this time, however, was clearly a touch more assertive than the other Titan even if she wasn’t at Red’s level. But then who was, really, and it was the sound of a halfway familiar voice that caused Cassie to slide her gaze over to the newcomer, her arms relaxing their vice just a fraction – just enough to ensure the safety of Robin’s ribcage though it was still likely to be very painful. But she turned her head as little as possible, clearly unwilling to lose sight of the brat in her embrace. Oh, it was the clown girl and something about that brought a surprisingly wicked grin to Cassie’s full lips.
"It’s the Gotham mafia,” She chuckled sardonically. "And yeah, I could cripple him. I’m still damned tempted given he called me a ‘concubine’.”
But despite that, she promptly tossed Damian to the floor at her feet like a sack of garbage. And then, before he could get up, Cassie planted one foot in the centre of his chest, pinning him to the floor with a casual dominance that came easily to her these days even dressed the way she was. One hand resting on the swell of a hip, cocked to one side in a way that only emphasised the curvature of her body, she smirked down at him for a moment before turning her gaze onto Duela. Confidence practically dripped off her, confidence in herself, in her abilities, in her control of this situation, in her looks and her power despite the skimpy bathing suit that was still all she wore.
"I’m pretty sure he’s Red’s bitchy kid brother, but so far he’s been more mouth than anything else.”
As she spoke, red seemed to blossom across her body, sweeping over it, until she was dressed in her blood-red bodysuit with the bronze armour glittering, the crimson loops of her lariat coiled around her waist and hips, with not a single sign of the pain that it drew from her as it appeared. Now she was every inch the heroine, the warrior-princess in her armour, and her free hand gestured dismissively down at Robin as if he was something she was about to scrape off her boots. "So I was just teaching him a lesson about how the world works. His type only understands force anyway…”
TAG: Damian
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Post by damian on Feb 19, 2013 16:12:48 GMT -5
Damian was pretty intelligent, he was just very, very stubborn and didn’t give an inch to anyone who he felt he was above, which was damn well everyone. He was above them. He was better then them and one day he’d be ruling over them at the top. Even if they deserved his respect that didn’t mean he gave it and it often times wasn’t sincere if he actually said it.
He ground his teeth together as he felt her squeeze just a little bit more and it felt like his ribs were bending with the pressure, just enough for him to know that he’d be bruised and feeling this more in the morning then he was right now. He knew he’d have some nasty dark bruises and he’d probably be in pain with his movements, but he wouldn’t let that stop him, not a chance, his bull headedness was showing and he didn’t let pain stop him. He’d secretly be wrapping his ribs later tonight, but there was no way he’d let this new Wonder Girl see that she’d harmed him, that she’d managed to win.
As he took a breath to swallow down the scream, he could taste blood in his mouth and knew he’d caused his tongue to bleed. He didn’t swallow but allowed the blood to roll down over his taste buds and slide slowly down his throat; he let that continue for a moment as he continued to lock gazes with the blonde power house.
At the voice of someone he wasn’t familiar with, he utterly ignored her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a slightly bit curious as to what Cassie meant by the comment of the ‘Gotham mafia’ but that would mean breaking eye contact and he wasn’t about to do that, it would be another form of loosing and Damian didn’t like to loose.
He wasn’t expecting to be dropped or let go, but really he shouldn’t have been surprised. The impact hurt not only his ribs but also his back; hat was slightly starting to protest the treatment that it had suffered. He glared up at her bare foot as he felt it press against his chest. His lips pulled back in sneer as though he found her methods all the more ridiculous.
As the red material came across her skin, he couldn’t help but stare in that arrogant smirk of his, but he was curious about the armor is an interesting change. At the words of Red’s mouth brother. His lips curled back and that sneer of contempt was there, but he stubbornly kept his mouth shut, not waking to prove her point that he was in any way related to Red ‘Pussycat’ Robin. As he looked more fully past Wonder Girl to the voice who’d spoken up and attempted rather poorly to rescue him, his eyes narrowed and he spoke without giving it much thought to what he had to say, Damian was a rude, snotty young boy and he wasn’t against making others feel bad to make himself feel even a little bit better. The contempt in his voice was hard to miss as these next words slithered from his lips.
"I do not need rescuing by some girl who cut herself up to look like that psychotic clown!"
TAG: Duela
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Post by Duela Dent on Feb 24, 2013 16:11:39 GMT -5
Duela bristled slightly at the notion of being called part of the 'Gotham Mafia', given she'd received the 'GIVE THIS UP BECAUSE THIS IS MYYYY CITTYYY RARRAAGHHFLLBLLGHHH!!' lecture on being a vigilante whilst she was in her hospital bed several weeks back, but.. She could understand where Cassie was coming from, she supposed; Even if she didn't know who the kid under the Robin getup was - not like she knew, say, Nightwing since the time he'd been Robin, back in the day - it was just rather coincidental that she'd come to a Robin's rescue, she supposed. Even more ironic that she was seemingly cursed to look more like the Joker than ever before, now, and Robins... Well, they reflected the other half of that pretty familiar Batman/Joker equation, didn't they? Her gaze - however slightly bristling - switched to one of utter confusion when Cassie explained exactly why she was threatening to cripple the kid. "Seriously? I mean, really?" she asked of Damian, despite the fact Cassie still had him in her death-grip, "Who even uses antiquated-as-Hell words like that any more? What are you, Robin of... Of 1813?" Because that was weirdly old-fashioned to her.
Not that she was approving of any of them, but there were just so many contemporary terms that would just.. Not sound like this kid was an octogenarian in a tween's body.
A wince emanated from Duela as she watched the blonde toss the much younger boy to the floor roughly; She couldn't particularly imagine how much the kid's limbs and ribs must've been smarting right now, but she was willing to be (monopoly) money that it hurt like hell, and that Cassie wasn't helping at all by pressing her foot into him like that. Again, there was.. Something weirdly hot about Cassie like this - although maybe that was just the swimsuit she was wearing appealing to the more primitive part of Duela's mind; The pale girl would never dare propose anything to the blonde - as much as she'd learned what pushed her buttons and how to - vaguely - stand up to her, Duela felt - she wasn't suicidal or looking to be laughed out of Titans Tower for being a freak or whatever. And.. well, she was afraid of that, in some ways. Still, she looked unsurprised - nonplussed, even - when Cassie explained that he was Robin's kid brother or something like that.
"Personally I advocate the theory that Batman has a whole bunch of cloned kids on deep-freeze, thaws one out every couple of years, and then lets them fly the coop after a while," she mused idly, her gaze travelling down to meet Damian's after a moment. For all the bluster, she wasn't particularly impressed, and much like Cassie, she agreed that sometimes, particular people only understood force; "Yup. Lessons for the not so wise, half-pint Robin," she told Damian, "Learn 'em an' learn 'em well. Chief among 'em? Don't mouth off at the girls with super-strength. Because that way lies gettin' your butt beat," she told him, knowing that he was extremely unlikely to listen to her at all, but.. Even if he was the new Robin, that didn't give him any kind of entitlement to start bossing around people who'd been in the game years longer than he had. And when it came to people like Cassie? Duela had learned that it was wise to not rile them.
That was, if you were the sort who riled people anyway, which Duela didn't think she was.
And then boy blunder decided to mouth off at her once he'd deemed her worthy of his attention; To her credit, it.. Didn't particularly work. Duela had been insulted enough since what had gone on with the Joker in terms of her appearance that she could be surprisingly stoic about it, now; "Okay, kid. I don't know who you are? And I really don't care, to be frank. I'm sorry about the crappy rescue, by the way, but maybe you should try arguing with Cassie sometim -- Oh wait - you did! And you lost, right? Because I didn't see you getting yourself out of that situation, just like I don't see you getting from under Cassie's foot now. Funny, huh? I suppose you don't need 'some girl' to help you now," she remarked cuttingly, sneering back at the young Robin with a now totally unsympathetic look and tone to her; "As for these? These scars? You dare mock me for having them again, and you dare suggest I'm messed up enough to do it myself, and I'm going to pour a bag of my special marbles down your throat, kiddo. It'll make what Cassie's doing seem like a cakewalk, I promise."
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Feb 26, 2013 18:07:52 GMT -5
He was good. He was. She couldn’t see anything. The lenses helped, she was sure. But she still knew she’d won.
Cassie spent far too much of her life biting back a scream not to know the signs. Even when the poker face was as good as his, she could guess.
And she was leaving him to answer that question, before she let him go obviously. Snickering, yes, because it was hilarious in an ‘I’m going to put you in hospital’ way. But only in that way.
Having ignored what either of the others felt about her means of ‘letting Robin go’ from her crushing embrace, Cassie still barked a harsh laugh at the idea of Batman cloning them. Not that she felt it was likely, because there was no way this little brat and Red were actually related, but it still made her laugh because that was exactly the sort of thing that she could see someone like the Batman doing. Having a rack of spares just in case one birdy got broken. And then she laughed again at the rest of it too, because that was so very true and so very much something that hadn’t sunk in so far as she could tell. "Better listen to her, baby Robin,” She mocked in turn, "Because next time there might not be anyone to save you…”
Robin had already annoyed Cassie, but her anger just grew at what he said next, a change that had nothing to do with the details of what he said and everything to do with how he said it and why.
But if Duela’s response likely wasn’t what the brat had in mind, it’s possible or maybe even probably that Cassie’s wasn’t either. Her glare sharpened, the red in her eyes solidifying until there’s no way to think it was just a trick of the light. But she didn’t do anything, other than glare down at the brat before turning to see what the other girl in the room meant to do or say. Oh, she could easily have smashed a rib or two but she was far more intrigued by Duela’s reaction to that. And deservedly so, to judge by the rant that the green-haired girl promptly laid on Robin. Cassie just laughed, her hand remaining on her hip despite her desire to applaud until Duela got to the part about ‘getting out from under her foot’. At that point, the young blonde ground her heel into the boy’s chest hard enough to bruise his ribs, just to hammer the point home that little more. He wasn’t going anywhere until she chose to let him up.
And she wasn’t in any mood to do that just yet, particularly not after what he’d just said. He could do whatever he liked, but he still wasn’t going anywhere, not when a powerhouse on the order of Cassie Sandsmark objected. After what he’d just said, he had to know that she was going to object.
"Even if they were just regular marbles, I’m pretty sure being force fed the things would hurt,” She offered, grinning. This kid could use a few knocks if he was going to stick around this place, a good few reminders that he wasn’t anyone here except a newcomer and he didn’t get to say things like that without consequences. "Oh, and I’d hold him down for you. In the meantime, little birdy, I don’t think that’s enough. Say ‘sorry’ to us both or I’ll tie you up like a turkey and see how you like the view from the top of the Tower.”
Cassie’s teeth flashed white in a menacing smile. "Try me. Please.”
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