Practice Chat

Will

"No its not," I mutter, taking a bite. "I don't hate you anymore though."

Sure, he can be annoying...but...it was...nice talking to someone, someone who at least understood a little.

Damian
"Go back to it then. Otherwise you're getting the Pacifist nickname from ex-Ezra," I sneer at him, sitting back in the chair. "I get enough sappy shit from Grayson, I dont need it from you, too..."

Will

I glare at him, gritting my teeth. "I. Am Not. Ezra. Nor am I anything like him," I snarl at him. "I'm ten times better than he was. Don't compare me to whiny pacifist weaklings."

Damian

I turn my chair from him, eating my slice seemingly carefree with my back to him. There's something to make him tick, hm? "Then stop being one." If he hated me, fine; there were plenty others. I could take 'fuck you' better than an attempt at relating to me and making friends. I didn't have friends, though I didn't necessarily know what the concept meant. An ally? Until they betray you and stab you in the back...

Will

I clench my jaw, glaring at his back.

Fine. Two could play that game. I could get on his nerves too.

"Bat. Cave." I spit, two little words that he's been avoiding. I'm not as dumb as he thinks I am and I'm pretty observant.

Damian

I scoff turning back to smirk at him. "Think I would be that obvious with you?" I ask him. This was better. Back to the ping pong of jests and name callings, not some forced speech about having emotions and therapeutic tell-all sessions... "Some lack of detective skills... The Batcave is a natural cavern. Does any of this look natural to you?" Perfectly straight hallways and rectangular rooms... Also, the obvious lack of bats. Deaf and blind. That had to suck.

Will

"Then tell me, Brat Boy, where the heck are we?" I grumble, crossing my arms.

We HAD to be somewhere under Wayne manor...after all he claims he left the league...we couldn't be there....could we...?

Damian

"I told you. You are not to ask questions of what this place is or what it's function may be..." I sneer at him. "Clean out your ears and follow your damn orders. I'm tired of repeating myself, habla Ibn Il-Wisxa." On another note of annoyance: insults he can't understand. I narrow my eyes at him, testing him, pushing buttons...

Will

I gritt my teeth and glare at him more. My teeth slip and bite my tongue, hard enough to draw a bit of blood. "With all due respect, teacher, we're outside of the practice area, I don't need to take orders from you."

Damian

"You are still in a large, important, and very secret location which the normal public should not know about. Technically, they don't know about it at all, and are not even welcome inside without special permission...and still, the location and name stays secret. In this place, with people like me around, you are simply ordinary." I grab the knife for another slice, returning to having my back mostly turned to him. "Unless you guess it, you will not know. And even then, I will not confirm nor deny your suspicion." How's that for an answer? Stupid. You're not special here, doesn't that sting? Just shut up and follow orders like you should. Being the soldier for conquering the world... The League would beat him for simply asking about an order. Details were important; you were told the mission once, and then left to your own devises. One never questioned the purpose or reason.

Will

"So you haven't left, hypocrite," I mutter, glaring at him. Quit the Cause. Humph. He couldn't even leave his own league yet he says I should leave mine?

Hypocritical spoiled little prick.

Damian

He was thinking what now...? That we were in the League? "If we were there, I'd be captured - or more likely killed - on sight. And you wouldn't even get the chance of getting captured," I state bluntly, dumb emotions rising again. "I can never go back to my mother's ranks. I am not an Al Guhl anymore." I don't want to deal with him anymore...

Will

GAH. WRONG AGAIN.

I hated this, the not knowing. It annoyed the heck out of me. How would he like it if I took him to the Cause and didn't tell him where the freak he was?

There are backways to get into the headquarters.

Perhaps this headquarters has one too?

I scowl, folding my arms closer to my chest and glaring at him.

I should've set him on fire when I had the chance.... I suppose I could do it now......smoke alarms might go off....and someone might come running. Hmm...but that would be cheating...

Cheating also depends on HOW MUCH HE CONTINUES TO GET ON MY NERVES.

Damian

I keep my back to him in silent stubbornness. Stop bringing my past up. I didn't need the reminders of my failures; they managed to weave their way through the days anyway. "Why's it matter? Just shut up and think about your goddamn motivation, idiot."

Will

Fine. I'll think.

I slip quietly into his mind again, going unnoticed as I do so and looking for the location as I read his thoughts.

Bingo.

I grin at his back as soon as I find it, silently slipping out of his mind again.

"Mount Justice," I say, a highly amused tone in my voice. "So that's where we are."

Damian

I stay still, sighing, and then whip back to backhand him with a fist. "You never enter my mind again. There is nothing there for you to see. Understand this: I do not need you. I do not care for forming friendships, and I do not give a fuck how much our lives might reflect one another. None of it gives you any right to look into my mind!"

Will

His fist makes contact with my face and I grimace but quickly return to a sneer. "But we aren't friends, you've made it so. You don't treat me with respect, so why should I give you the respect you suposidly deserve? You of all people should know, I'm just returning the favor. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Damian
"Just shut up," I snap. "You're weak, that's the difference between us. That's why I don't care to give you respect. Moan about your life and doing things you don't want to do... Well fix it! You are not on my level, and so you are lower than me, thus you are just the mindless drone of you little Cause doing whatever Daddy has to order. And I don't equate myself to that. Grow up and decide what the hell you want out of life already, because you know where you're going to end up on the path you are on now, and if you don't like that then stop complaining about it and change it!"

I stand from my stool, turning towards a different hallway out than the one we had entered from and storming out. "Wander away and you're getting lost. There isn't a way for you out of the base, and I won't be coming to get you if you do."

Will

I didn't know what I WANTED to do! That was the problem!

I gritt my teeth....but follow. This isn't my territory and I don't know the others here, or the lay out.

Arguing back won't earn his respect, but I WILL earn it one way or another. I'm not some mindless drone though, I will prove myself to him.

Even if it will be the end of me.

Damian
This is the second time walking away from you, dumbass. I didn't want to be around you anymore! The kitchen still held my cloak, gloves, and mask; in my anger at him, I had forgotten to grab them... So it wouldn't be much of a stealthy move, but it would get me away from him. I reach to my side, clicking a canister to receive a marble sized smokebomb, and then toss it over my shoulder at him. Just leave me alone...

Will

Smoke fills the tunnel and I cough, crouching low to the ground. Freaking Damian, thought he was taking me back.

I stumble as I try to crawl the path back to the kitchen, wanting to get out of the smoke since we hadn't gone far. I also didn't want to stay in the tunnel or here at all. It wasn't my territory and as much as I hated it, the territory was his and his little gang of spandex clad superfriends.

Nightwing

There was the echo of coughing from the kitchen, and the disbursement of a smoke bomb along the floor like a fog machine as I walked down the hallway from the garage. Just arriving, and already there was some situation for me to sort out... Why did I have the feeling it had something to do with Damian?

Because it seems like everything has something to do with Damian these days... He said he was being 'forced to train something' last week, if I remember right. I step out into the living room area of the room, seeing his cloak, mask, and gloves on the couch before seeing the source of coughing coming out of the hallway leading to the bedrooms the floor above us.

I offer a hand to the kid, a good natured smirk on. "Sorry 'bout him. He's still learning..."

Will

I shake his hand and shoot a glare at the hallway. "To be what? A jack***?" I ask grudgingly. Freaking Damian and his smoke bombs....

NW

I try not to wince, glancing down the hallway he must have went down. "He wasn't entirely raised on normal principles..." Who the hell knows how he was raised with Talia. He hasn't spoken of his life within the League at all to any of us, but with the way he acted when he came into this family... "He wants you to get mad at him, you know."

Will

"Not saying I didn't want to tick him off," I grumble, dropping my hand. "My name's William Cox. What's your's?" I ask, wondering if I'll get a superhero aliase or not. Slightly uneasy at not being in my territory, Damian had power here and I didn't.

Next break I'm dragging him to the cause.