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[Action; Various locations] -- FIGHT!

[There was nothing Damian loathed more than homework. Now, that may seem to be a normal child response to homework, but he disliked it for different reasons. He simply did not understand how writing generic answers to questions either reinforced what was learned in classes or was a way to show instructors that the students were paying attention. Didn't they know how easy it was to simply regurgitate a book from the library to the mimic the effect of doing this work? All of his previous tutors had relied on practice and practical uses for whatever was being taught, even when learning a foreign language. There was no need for homework. That was how classes should be run--showing the real world applications for whatever it was that was being taught.

A knock at the door forced him away from his musings. It must be for Superboy, as no one ever came to visit him. Not that he was lonely or anything. Unfortunately for them, the boy wasn't there at the moment. Whatever, it wasn't his problem, he'll just--another round of knocking. This person was not going to leave him in peace, was he? Fine, then. He'll just answer the door and tell them he isn't here so he can be left alone once more.

Damian stood and crossed to the door, which he threw open. Of course it would be the last person in the world he wanted to see.]

Drake.

[OOC Note: The main thread is for Tim and Damian only. However, feel free to post a new thread of your characters seeing what happens when the two enemies push each other too far (just put whatever location your characters at in the subject line so others know where you are--they're going to be tangoing throughout the school).

Stare. Gawk. Make a note to send them to detention for the rest of their life. We only ask you don't break them up (that's Superboy's job). Thanks and enjoy the fireworks!]

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[And of course, the person he really didn't want to see right now would be the one to open the door. Really, he was hoping he would be out of the room; possibly camping in a tent like he told him to when they last saw each other outside a classroom. Tim sighed.]

Damian. Doing homework?

[Had anyone come up with the camping idea other than him, he might have considered it. Unfortunately, he was here and now they had to deal with each other.]

None of your business. [Attempts to close the door behind him.]

It was a simple question. I'm trying to be nice.

[Keeps the door open by using his foot to block the door, and he puts a hand out against it as well.]

I see you didn't take the tent advice.

You never try to be nice, so don't start now.

[Smacks his hand away.]

I would never take advice from you.

I'm trying to be nice now, stop being so obstinate.

[He frowns, putting his hand back on the door.]

If you never take advice, eventually people will stop giving it, and then you're going to wish for it.

So you are capable of using words that actually require an education. I had my doubts.

[Swipes it away again.]

Kent is not here. Leave.

Go ahead and make fun of my education. At least I got one at a school my parents paid for.

[Frowns, moving his hand out of the way and then putting it back.]

I noticed that he wasn't here, but I'm talking to you now, so quit being so rude.

If that was a sleight on my education, you'll have to try harder. I was trained by the best tutors in the world--better than any school you might have attended.

[Yeah, he's going after that hand again.]

Then get your hand off my door, you aren't coming into my quarters.

It was a sleight against... you know what, never mind, now stop trying to move my hand.

[Says in annoyance and frustration, knocking his hand back if he tries to go after his again.]

A slight against what, Drake?

[TRIES TO MOVE HIS HAND AGAIN.]

A sleight against parents who abandoned you so you could be raised by those best tutors the world could offer.

[He shouldn't have said that, even as he knocks his hand again.]

[Glares.] At least my parents can defend themselves in a fight. The same can't be said of yours--else they would still be alive.

[You went for his parent issues, so he's going to go for yours.]

[He slams his hand into the door with a glare.]

Don't talk about my parents like that. At least they cared about me. The same can't be said of your mother. She abandoned you to a father who didn't even know you existed.

You know nothing about my life or about Talia Al Ghul. [Cannot--will not--cannot refer to her as his mother anymore.] So stop pretending just so you can feel a little better about yourself.

[Balls his hand into a fist and tries to hit Drake's hand with the side of his like a hammer would hit a nail.]

I know enough that I don't have to pretend to feel better about myself.

[That's enough. He moves his hand out of the way quickly, his leg not holding the door open flying to hit him.]

Are you calling me a fake? [Grabs Tim's leg and attempts to twist.] I am a better--at the family business than you ever were!

You keep assuming things that are never true.

[He vaguely remembers being told by Dick that if you're going to fall, you should make it look good; when he falls, he lands on both of his hands, twisting his leg out of his grip and going to kick with the other.]

[Drake's head connects with Damian's chest, and he slams into the door.]

I have had enough of you, Drake! [Lunges at the previous Robin.]

The feeling is mutual! [Is caught by his lunge, and Tim goes back out into the hallway with Damian, his fist trying to connect with his side.]

[After being caught off guard once, Damian wasn't about to give him the satisfaction again. He rolls off to the side, and tries to swipe Tim off his feet.]

[He jumps over his feet, already moving so that he could push him down the hall. It was in the back of his head that they were moving away from the original spot, but that was fine. They always fought better while flying.]

[Chases after Drake. Part of him wishes he had been prepared for this--he would have loved throwing batarangs at Drake's big head. However, part of his League training kicked in, the one where you deal with what you have in a fight, and turn a disadvantage into an advantage. He could beat Drake even without his batgadgets.]

Running away, Drake? So like you!

[He just laughs at that, turning around as fast as he could so that his next kick went straight for his stomach (or chest as it was, he really was short).]

It's not running away, it's moving to a better spot!

[Attempts to leap over it using Drake's shoulders as a springboard. He's a growing boy, Drake, and he's quicker than you'll ever be.]

Call it whatever you want, you're going to lose.

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