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[demon_brat]

[Good evening, Keeliai, have your first Damian-as-Robin post. And, yes, it is the slightly different Robin voice, too.]

Considering the level of technology here, there was an item I found on the Mainland that might, I suppose, belong to one of the foreigners. It certainly doesn't match anything native, especially with the organic component in the consoles.

It is a laptop with a glowing symbol on it, and if anyone has something like that, back home, let me know.

[Yes, the specifics of the symbol are left out on purpose. Damian has to have a way to check if the item really does belong to the person who might answer.]

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

That's not how it works. If you don't have a good reason for listening, you shouldn't be doing it in the first place.

If you have a reason, that's different.

[demon_brat]

Ah, that.

How is 'knowing who is who and where they stand' not a good reason?

[backwordscompatible]

Because you don't need to.

You can find that out just by actually talking to them yourself.

[demon_brat]

With you, maybe. How many of the adults is that valid about, though? And what if the conversation that happened while I was away from the console resulted in one side in danger, under attack, so I couldn't talk with them until after they have been rescued - or, if nobody finds out, until after they've died and returned?

[backwordscompatible]

Are you seriously that paranoid?

[demon_brat]

...

More, actually.

[backwordscompatible]

Sorry to hear that.

[demon_brat]

Don't! Don't be sorry for me!

[backwordscompatible]

[Whoa, where did that come from?]

Jeez, calm down.

It's an expression.

[demon_brat]

[A short life of a lot of messed up.]

>Tt.<

[backwordscompatible]

[Oh]

Are you always like this, or should I feel special?

[demon_brat]

[Head-tilt, and he considers the question.]

The former, more likely.

[backwordscompatible]

[She has to stop herself from instinctively commenting on that. Going by his previous reaction.]

And you don't think there's anything wrong with that?

[demon_brat]

In that I am not singling you out?

[backwordscompatible]

In that you seem to spend every single waking moment of your life not trusting anyone ever.

I mean, how old are you?

[demon_brat]

Not for somebody raised as an assassin, no.

Eleven.

[backwordscompatible]

[Now that stuns her enough into silence, mouth slightly agape.]

[demon_brat]

You can see how calling me rude has little effect.

[If he's smirking over the effect... it's only a very little.]

[backwordscompatible]

Yeah...well...it's still true.

[Eyeing him very cautiously now.]

Batman trained you...to be an assassin?

[demon_brat]

>Tt.< Batman didn't know about me until I was ten.

[backwordscompatible]

So then, who...why...

[And now we're back to migraine levels of wth?]

[demon_brat]

[The amusement... fades, and Robin looks slightly away.]

I promised Batman I wouldn't kill. I became Robin... later. It's complicated.

[Be grateful he doesn't actually go for answering the 'who' question. Then there would be a migraine.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Able to sense that much, at least, Zatanna drops the subject.]

So that's why you're so paranoid.

[demon_brat]

Among other things. Like the fact that we have been brought to this place with all its... questions and no actual explanation why, or why each of us.

[In a word, yes. But not only.]

[backwordscompatible]

Well, don't take it out on the rest of us. We were all brought here the same as you.

If you want to go spy on someone, why not the locals?