Damian Wayne (grownup_robin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-31 01:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, conner kent (superboy), damian wayne (robin) |
Who: Damian Wayne & Conner Kent
When: Backdated: Mid January; Before the fog
Where: Somewhere around Mellarky Bakery
What: Damian is patrolling when Conner falls out of the sky
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Since the gremlin attack and school starting back up, Damian had gone back to his usual patrolling schedule, which was every other night instead of every night. In the dreams Damian had patrolled nightly with Dick, but circumstances were different in the dreams since he was ten and didn’t attend regular school and despite how late they stayed out, Damian always got up early to meditate and do yoga. Somehow it seemed like there was a lot more time in a day in the dreams than in real life.
Regardless of how much time there was or wasn’t in a day, Damian had decided that he’d patrol every other night when nothing crazy was going on. Tonight, he was perched up on top of a smaller building near Mellarky, Peeta’s bakery, which Damian had added to his list of places to patrol. Some nights he wore his complete Robin uniform, but tonight he was wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up as well as his mask and utility built. Pulling back the sleeve of his hoodie, he checked his watch to see how much more time he had before he moved on to his next spot.
Conner was trying to get a handle on his abilities. He had been dreaming for awhile now, and somehow, he had managed not to crash land anywhere else after a few days. It had been a weird and odd few days since his powers kicked in. He was still not sure what to do, or think. Somehow, he wasn’t remembering his dreams, but he was still getting weird things happening to him. How was he supposed to know what to do with all of this stuff?
Tonight, he had tried to just sustain flight, and had been doing okay, until he heard a whispered threat to not move or die, and had twisted his head around to look down, which of course sent him tumbling toward the street down and to the right, where he hit, hard.
Damian had just noticed a guy pull a gun on someone when he heard, what sounded like, something falling very quickly. Turning his attention towards the sky he saw something hurtle past then crash land. The sound of the crash apparently spooked the guy with the gun cause Damian saw him running away and his would be victim safe and sound. Gauging where the thing had fallen, Damian used a zip line and head down in that direction. Had Damian lived anywhere else, he might have been surprised that something had just fallen from the sky, but he’d lived in Orange County long enough that nothing surprised him any longer.
Reaching the spot where he was pretty sure the thing had fallen, he saw a guy lying on the ground, which also didn’t surprise him. He dreamt of a place where quite a few people flew, so it wasn’t really a surprise, “Hey, you okay?” He removed his domino mask and stuffed it into his pocket before actually approaching the guy, pretty sure that he hadn’t noticed him yet.
Conner groaned and sat up. He wasn’t hurt, at all, but shaken by losing control. He sighed as the man approached him. “I’m okay. Apparently bad at this whole keeping things together thing.”
He rubbed his face as he canted his head to the side and listened, then nodded. He could hear the would-be victim reaching a local pub and slipping inside, and the bad guy running still. His eyes refocused on the guy in front of him. “You okay? Seems like a dangerous time to be out tonight.”“ He picked himself up, brushing himself off, ignoring, studiously, the cracking and buckling of the pavement where he had hit.
As the guy sat up and Damian got a good look at his face, he realized that he’d seen him before. Superboy. Tim’s super bff who Damian wasn’t exactly partial to in the dreams. In the waking world however, Damian had nothing against Tim or anyone he was friends with in the dreams so he had nothing against Conner.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” His gaze dropped down to the broken pavement around Conner, “Looks like the ground was more hurt than you.” In the dreams he would have teased Conner, maliciously, about being a super klutz or a meathead or something like that, but that wasn’t who he was here.
Conner rubbed his hair, sending a few concrete sprinkles to the ground. “Seems like. Powers have been showing up, but control isn’t there yet. I’m not sure how this is supposed to work, and landing, well… I’m apparently not that good at it yet.” He chuckled, more than willing to admit that, right now, he was a super-klutz.
Damian had never met someone who was so obviously from the Network and talked about powers bleeding over so openly. Damian was always careful about what he said when he met someone new just in case they were a regular person who had regular dreams and not other life dreams, “I’m gonna guess that you’re on ValarNet.”
Conner blinked, having not considered that the other might not be. “Well, yes. I am. Aren’t you?” He had very good hearing, after all, and had heard the man’s approach. He looked pointedly around the pretty much deserted streets, then back to the other. “Unless you’re some new Orange County born, not-dreaming, nightwalking type person?” Which he could be, for all Conner knew. After all, Conner felt like he didn’t know much, this soon after his amnesia accident.
“I am, but not everyone is.” Damian said, crossing his arms over his chest, “If the wrong person saw you crash land just now you could be on your way to be experimented on.” Okay, so that probably wasn’t exactly true, but it was possible that if the wrong person had seen him they could try to detain him or something. After all, people were afraid of things that were new to them, “I’m Damian, by the way.”
Conner scratched his chin, then nodded. “You’re right. I’m still don’t really have my head in this, I guess.” He shook his head, sighing. “I just started having odd things happen. No dreams, no memories, like people talk about, just being able to speak weird languages and suddenly I can fly.”
Argh.
“Nice to meet you, Damian. I’m Conner. And confused.”
Damian frowned as Conner explained how his powers had started, “Wait, you’re not having dreams, but you’re still getting powers? That’s not usually how it works.” Far as he knew people who had abilities only got them after dreaming about them for awhile. So how then was Conner getting powers if he wasn’t dreaming?
“I never remember my dreams. Or at least, i haven’t since my accident. Maybe I am dreaming, but not remembering, but I don’t know how I would know.” He shrugged, not sure what to say. “I was in an accident about six months ago, and was hit in the head hard enough to cause a total wipe of my memories and previous history. Since then, no dreams.”
He rubbed his hands together. “But yeah, powers, and languages that I never spoke before, like Japanese, and Russian, and some other language I don’t know, or have no clue what it is.”
“That’s weird.” Damian couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going on with Conner. “You can speak other languages?” As far as Damian knew, in the dreams, Kon couldn’t speak any other languages, which just added to the strangeness of the other boy’s situation. In fact, in the dreams Kon came off as nothing more than a super jock. At least that’s what Damian thought there, mostly cause he didn’t like Tim so anyone Tim was friends with had to have a fault as well. “That’s weird.”
“Russian, and Japanese, to start, and something sibilant, and strange. No one I spoke it to knew it.” No one had a reason to know Kryptonian, but Conner had no way of knowing that. Conner rubbed his face, and sighed.
“It feels weird, because I see people talking about dreams, and the like, but all I get are… weird feelings, and waking with languages and powers.” He chuckled. “It’s like somehow my life had to be weird, just because it’s me.”
That didn’t make any sense to Damian, but there were a lot of things about Orange County that didn’t make sense to Damian. Part of him wanted to ask Conner more questions, but it was clear that he wouldn’t get any answers and he needed to get back to patrolling, “I’m sure it’ll all make sense eventually. I’ve gotta get going, but it was good to meet you.”
Conner nodded. He wished he knew more, had more answers, but this was his life, now. Weirdness and mystery.
He rose and smiled. “Thanks for checking on me. I hope you're night goes well.” He glanced around, making sure no-one else was around, then shot up into the air and was gone, headed for home.