action/video 001; un: d.wayne Communal housing Floor 2.

[sonofab]

[Damian stares down his ...social worker... as she speaks. The woman explains the room, his bi-weekly stipend, the works. Still, Damian stares her down with a burning intensity that just screams 'I am displeased. Go. away. No mask, no Robin gear, just a pissed off teenager in a hoodie.

Clearing her throat nervously, she does leave and that's why Damian takes in his room. It didn't matter what the room looked like really, Damian wasn't having this communal living nonsense. He sees the extra beds in the room and ...that is just too many roommates. This is was 24-hour surveillance and he was not having that.

He frowns down at the device and switches it on. Have an annoyed looking ... 10-year-old? (No, he's 13 dammit, don't just assume things from his small stature!) glaring down at the camera.]

This communal living thing is not happening. What's the price range for houses or private apartments around here?

Comments

[ragnarsson]

Talked a bit about things like consciences and empathy. A little bit about your father. And there was a sparring session that got a bit out of hand.

[Taking two teens with anger issues and letting them fight each other was probably not the smartest idea either of them had ever had.]

[sonofab]

Well, sounds like a very entertaining time. Was a winner declared in that spar?

[He might be smirking a bit at the prospect of a challenge. Whatever do you mean? The dumb ideas are often the most fun.]

[ragnarsson]

No. We got pulled apart before we could either figure out who won or who was going to kill the other.

[You know, it was pretty much the same thing when you got down to it. Not that Ivar held it against Damian. These things happened.]

[sonofab]

Tt, so does that mean a rematch is out of the question?

[He's kidding. He's kidding. Maybe.

Tempers flare and things get out of hand. As much as Damian liked to believe he could control his impulses, it was all a lie. Still, he likes to believe he wouldn't cross that line anymore.]

[ragnarsson]

Anytime you want one, say the word.

[Damian hadn't held back on him last time simply because he was in a wheelchair and Ivar counted on him not doing so again. It was still rare for him to find people that could take him seriously.]

[sonofab]

Name a time and place.

[There was no risk of that. Damian rarely held back, even with people he loved and being in a wheelchair was hardly an acceptable excuse for a shoddy performance, Ivar.]

[ragnarsson]

Doing anything tomorrow?

[He'll probably give Damian a run for his money. Ivar's unpredictable in battle, a trait which has served him well time and again.]

[sonofab]

[Hopefully moving out of communal living.]

Not a thing.

[Impulsive and unpredictable was a vital part of Damian's skill set. People often underestimated him due to his age and small size, so do your worst. Damian enjoys a challenge and expects nothing less from a historical conqueror.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar smirks. Oh, he's been looking forward to a rematch. Maybe this time he'll control himself enough to keep from trying to kill if the match goes on too long.]

Now you are.

[sonofab]

[Now what fun would that be? Damian as always he some aggression to work out and a fight with a future conquer sounds like the perfect place to do it.]

8 am. Place? I've just gotten here so name a place with little collateral damage possibilities and even less chance for interruptions.

[ragnarsson]

How about by the biggest waterfall in the Abandoned City? There will be no interruptions there.

[Well, unless Bucky, who has several hideouts there, catches wind of what they're doing. His hobo ex-assassin friend will definitely not approve of what they're going to do.]

[sonofab]

See you there.

[Old guys in secret hideouts ruin everything.]