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and it's where damian waits, crouched low on the edge of the roof just above the clock itself, cloak pulled down over his head to cover his eyes and bo staff in hand beside him. his utility belt is fully stocked, batarangs at the ready should he need them and grapple gun loaded with a new wire, just in case.
but more importantly, he's got a great view for when nero shows up. )
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Like, especially not on a kid. Fucking hell.
He has his eyes out, looking both high and low on the approach, fully expecting the kid to get the drop on him.]
Little Chicken, was it? You here yet, buddy?
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and he's actually looking, rather than assuming damian is inside, or searching for a place he himself can wait in the shadows. likely because he is late, which loses him several marks by damian's standards.
it would be one thing had he tried to be quiet about his approach, but he's noisy. although given his appearance, that too is unsurprising: nero looks loud. and damian - watches for several more moments.
considers briefly, pulling out his grapple gun and making an attempt to yank selina down off of her rooftop to use her as a momentary distraction. then realizes that if his father is already scolding him over starting this with nero, it's going to be significantly worse if he makes trouble for selina.
so that's out. but what isn't out is waiting for nero to turn his head just enough that damian is out of view even from the corners of his eyes, and leap off the rooftop. it's a long fall for anyone, but damian has the advantage of a cloak that has been designed specifically for falling off of tall buildings - it silently spreads out behind him, hands clutching onto the seams to keep it close to himself in order to lessen the gravitational force of his descent down.
it also helps him fall feet first, bright green boots aimed straight for the back of nero's shoulders with full intent to try and knock him face-down into the ground if his reaction time is slow enough. )
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Seemingly too late to move but somehow before Damian can make impact, Nero hurls himself sideways into an ollying sort of dodge as the kid lands right where he'd been standing.]
Whew! Sorry I'm late, champ! Had some adult responsibilities to take care of.
[He keeps moving, backing away from Damian and sizing him up.]
Hey, cool cape! Bet it looked sick for trick or treating.
[Sorry Damian. He's one of these fighters...]
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still, there's nothing for him to land on but the ground, so damian drops onto the spot nero had been occupying moments prior, ducking into a forward roll to help absorb the impact before he's pulling himself upright and - raises his bo, resting it across both shoulders as he tips his head back to look nero over. )
It's a cloak, which you would recognize if you were not such a fatuous troglodyte.
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[Nero stills but keeps his distance, at least 15 feet back, carefully watching Damian. His hands remain off both his sword and his gun, arms slowly crossing over his chest.]
So what's your problem, kiddo? Picking fights with randos online? Do your parents not pay enough attention to you or what?
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( he sounds irritated. looks it, too: damian's nose is scrunched up a little, scowl twisting down the corners of his mouth into something unpleasant. he doesn't move toward nero, waiting instead for the boy to move first.
for now anyway. )
You are the one who threatened to, and I quote, ( in a near perfect of nero's voice: ) Practice writing the alphabet on your ass with my boot.
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Hey, nice JYB impression!He slowly walks to the side, still showing no sign of reaching for his weapons.]
You know, you remind me of me. Little kid, big skills, looking to prove myself in any fight I could get. But with fighting talent and age come wisdom, and somebody had to teach me, too:
[Nero's wings appear on his back in a flash of blue. The translucent demonic claws crack their "knuckles."] Talk shit, get hit.
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( look, he even nicely simplified his own language to ensure nero wasn't missing anything.
the additional holographic wings are curious though. damian briefly considers turning down the offer for a fight to ask after them, but remembers a conversation he had shortly before arriving here and opts not to.
instead, he bends a knee, shifting his stance as if he fully intends to run head-first into nero and swings the bo down from his shoulders - using that same moment to grab a handful of smokebombs from his utility belt to toss to the ground between them.
damian doesn't stay where he was, instead ducking quickly into the smoke to try and circle around nero. )
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Also unfortunately for Robin, Nero does have qualms against actually beating up an 11 year old. He never does draw his weapon, nor really even goes on the offensive. He spends most of the scrap keeping just out of reach or blocking strikes with his wings or his fists, though a time or two he holds still to take a kick in the gut, or a punch. They don't seem to bother Nero very much at all, though the gutkick makes him laugh in a hoarse, haggard kind of way.
At least once, he pulls the classic, infuriating move of catching the much shorter child by the forehead and steering his momentum to make him stumble harmlessly aside. And once, towards the end, Nero gets kicked in the back of the leg, which puts him down on one knee and in prime face-punching position. But his wing is in the way to catch Robin's fist and judo flip him onto his back on the pavement.
Nero stands up and backs away again, out of lunging distance. He gets the sense the kid might be starting to flag a bit, and this would probably be a good time to de-escalate.]
Man, you aren't fucking around, are you?
[That is not how you de-escalate, Nero.
Though part of him thinks it's pointless, since Robin can't be happy about being lightly patronized via combat. Nero would be!]
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he has trained to fight metahumans. this is no different. each movement is carefully categorized, stored away to be reanalyzed at a later time when he isn't actively trying to get in under his guard. but given the lack of intent behind nero's own hits, there isn't much behind damian's either. each of his own movements is precise, only burning as much energy as damian needs to in order to land a hit, to push forward, to try and duck his way under those wings to get in under his guard.
it takes a significant amount of time before damian does start to visibly wane, longer than any child of his stature should last when going up against someone this quick. ten years of growing up within the league of assassins, of having the demon head's reputation hanging over him, of being pushed passed human limitations and told to keep going leaves damian in good shape to take on anything that may come his way.
but a fierce, stubborn attitude doesn't make up for muscle strain.
a hand presses against his knee, leaning his weight more heavily onto the one leg for a moment while he takes a breath. )
»Tt«. Did you think I wasn't fucking around?
( it's not vulgar language he would usually stoop to but he is, in fact, a little tired.
but it's not enough to prevent him from dropping down into a forward roll from his current position of half-bent over so he can press gloved hands down against the ground and use them to push his legs up, aiming a booted foot straight for the underside of nero's chin. )
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He scoffs at the angry retort.]
I'm saying you're well-trained. Whoa-
[Here comes the kick! With those unfair reflexes Nero dodges again, and swipes his hand to snatch Robin by the ankle. His wing mimics the motion, though it's with his own hands that Nero follows the motion through to fling Robin down the street like a baseball in a knee sock.
He's not putting his full Goliath-into-a-chapel level force into it, but he does toss the kid a respectable distance. A good 25 feet at least.
First down, he thinks, but manages to not call out loud.]
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he can catch himself easily. knows how to fall, how to land, the right way to hit the ground so he doesn't end up mangled, that has never once been an issue. but this isn't a vertical drop, it's diagonal. and while he does manage to go limp just a little before smacking back into the clocktower, it's still a hard enough hit he's definitely going to be bruised later. enough that for a brief moment in time, damian remains quiet as he drops down to rest against the building.
someone less observant might just assume it's the quiet is just him regaining his bearings rather than the brief moment of unconsciousness it actually accounts for. but he's hardy, and when damian rolls up to his knees then back up to his feet, he hardly seems to have noticed it.
the scowl twists into a feral grin, one hand raising to wipe the bit of blood from the corner of his mouth where he'd bitten into the inside of his cheek. and keeps going, as if he hadn't just gotten the wind knocked out of him. )
Some of us take the time to learn rather than rely on enhanced reflexes. Perhaps you will get there one day.
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"Rely," my ass! I've been training without 'em longer than you've been alive, shortstack.
[As if! He worked his way up from being the weird kid who was slightly faster and stronger than his peers the good old-fashioned way!
Don't let a dumb kid get you all worked up, stupid. Right, right. Nero's in control here.
As Damian gets up he fires off a grin, claps his hands in the manner of a baseball catcher, and gestures towards himself.]
C'mon back if you want another flight. I can do this all day.
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( it's straight and to the point, and doesn't quite match the ferocity of the expression on damian's face. he'd go again, yes, but the tools he has that he thinks would actually do damage to this boy are not ones he wants to bring into a friendly fight.
there are only so many explosives available to him, after all, and his father is already angry with him for antagonizing others in a public space.
fingers shove through the hair just over his forehead, combing it up and out of his face where the gel has started failing at keeping it contained. his heart's still beating hard, but damian's - working on slowing down his breathing, on calming himself down. )
We're done. We are not alone, and pushing this any further risks interference.
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He looks up, glancing around the street around them for any sign of "interference."]
Who? Your old man?
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No. His paramour.
( is that better or worse, who knows. he certainly sounds annoyed enough by it regardless. )
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Nero glances in the direction Robin is looking, though, just in case he can see. Whoever it is, they're keeping themselves hidden. Though similar to Robin's disdain, he doesn't like the idea of somebody jumping in to get in the middle of them. As though the kid would need rescuing from him.
With a smirk, Nero calls out loud enough to be heard by whoever's listening from wherever they are.]
Don't worry out there. At Devil May Cry Daycare, our policy is to return your kiddos in one piece.
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( it's an empty threat, obvious enough from how little damage he did during their spar and the lack of sharp objects in his hands despite having several on him. damian does pull the grapple gun off of his belt, checking the hook over. )
Next time, I will make sure you are significantly less unscathed.
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Or call in someone else to diffuse him.)