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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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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.

[He was faster then him; but the one thing that he wasn't better then Tim was the fact that Tim was Tim. And he could out-think his way from any situation twenty different ways and do it in two minutes. Letting him spring away, he ran towards him, using a foot up against the wall at the last minute to get up on him.]

I'd like to see you try.

[Throws his arms up to block Drake's advances.]

I won't need to try.

You're trying now, and failing.

[he's blocked, but he manages to move to the side just as he grabs an arm and pulls.]

I haven't even got started.

[Allows himself to be pulled, throwing a punch with his other arm.]

[The punch connects with his face, and he lets out a hiss of air, using his knee to go up and try and toss him down the hallway. They were almost away from all the dorms, and were now getting to the classrooms, scattering people out of the way when need be.]

That's the best you've got?

[Slides back when he gets kneed, but quickly gets back on his feet. His leg is aching a little, but he certainly isn't going to let that stop him. In fact, he barely notices due to all the adrenaline coursing through his system.

He lunges at Drake, determined to tackle and pin him to the ground.]

Not even close!

Good!

[He lets him tackle him, going with it and wincing slightly when his back hit the ground; however, he used that momentum to grab him by the arms and flip him over, so that he couldn't use them to hold himself up.]

[Hits the ground hard, letting out a small noise as the air is forced out of his lungs. He tries to pull himself free, but for the moment he's down and has the wind knocked out of him.]

[Ha. Tim lets go after a moment, getting back up and brushing himself off. He gingerly tests the bruise around his eye before Damian can get back up; he knows he will.]

[Damian isn't down for long. He flips to his feet, staggering a little when he lands--why won't his leg cooperate like he wants it to?

No matter, it still works and he will get Drake's head on a platter, one way or another. Without a word, he charged at Tim, determined to send the former Robin flying into the Ballroom.]

[Weak leg. Tim's eyes dart back and forth, because he can use that to his advantage. And as soon as Damian charged at him, he flipped back, using what Dick had taught him to get out of the way.

Unfortunately on the last one, his aching shoulder made him wobble just a little, bit at least for the moment, he was out of the way. For a second, maybe.]

[Bart's taking a run through the Garden, looking for either friends to talk to or crime to fight (though that's impossible to find here, he's noticing) when he spots Tim and Damian. He skids to a stop near them and notices the battle-like stances.]

Hey, guys! Are you fighting or something? Do you need any help kicking his butt, Tim?

[Ugh, not now. Tim didn't look at him, sighing inwardly as he straightened out, hands ready as he moves his leg back.]

No, I've got it covered. [Says rather tersely.]

[Bart gives him a look, but fighting with Tim is never a good idea.] If you say so.

[He disappears for a second, then returns with a giant tub of popcorn.] I'll just be watching, then! Y'know, in case you need me.

[Though Damian was completely thrown by the appearance of a new player, he wasn't for long. In fact, the whole affair seemed (to Damian, at least) to throw Drake off guard. Some friends.

He took this opportunity to thin the space between him and Drake, and attempts to kick him in the head.]

[Oh goddamnit. Tim ducked just in time, feeling the air churn near his ear; he could hear his leg going by.

Twisting his body away, he threw out a fist, ready to hit him in the side.]

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