my dad can beat up your dad ; damian wayne (legacysheir) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-01 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | damian wayne, red hood |
Who: Jason Todd and Damian Wayne
NPC: Mention of Alfred Pennyworth
When: Friday, June 1st, Night
Where: Gotham rooftops.
What: The Red Hood comes across someone wearing his old uniform. He is not amused.
Rating: PG-13
It had been pathetically easy to slip his leash (albeit after Cassandra had finally taken her leave.) Pennyworth might have been vigilant and skilled in many affairs but he was only a valet. There was only so much the older man could reasonably be expected to do, especially since he was acting as a beleaguered host as well. The older man's attempts at conversation and gestures of civility had been aggravating to say the least. Leaving him bound and gagged was the natural conclusion to such affairs.
From there, Damian had gotten an opportunity to do what he initially intended, explore the Batcave. Bypassing the computer's security was unfeasible given the time frame he was dealing with but there'd been plenty of other things to examine. In particular, the memorial to Jason Todd. It was superfluous. Not only was it pointless sentimental attachment, but if the rumors floating around the League were accurate, an unnecessary one as well. Rumors of his continued rest may have been greatly overstated.
Either way, it wasn't as if Todd would be using it any time soon.
He was currently perched on a gargoyle, sitting cross legged on the stone outcropping. For the first time since his arrival, his outfit had changed. His pants were still black and his boots remained the same (straight knives and throwing knives carefully tucked inside), but he traded his simple black top for the brightly colored Robin tunic. It was a bit big and outdated in style (although it would never been considered fashionable.) The colors, in particular, were a hindrance at best. (Perhaps it was meant to be distracting.)
Damian had added a simple black cloak complete with hood, layering it across the tunic. He'd also appropriated the domino mask. Using spirit gum had been interesting. He had the hood pulled up, shielding him from the blustering winds found this high in the city. All the changes had simply been cosmetic, his gear remained the same. He had his sword at his side and grappling gun tucked away, but the microcasette recorder was in his hand.
He switched it on. "Casebook Gotham. Entry Forty-three..."