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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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[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.]

[He tries to spin out of the way, but his momentum prevents him. Damian skids to a halt after being hit. New tactic. He stays in a sort of crouching position and waits for Drake to make his next move.]

[He can do this. He doesn't even stop for a second, going after him even though he's crouched down; which should have been his first clue in the beginning, but he also knew that when you had momentum, you should use it.]

[Suddenly rises from his position to rush at Drake, hoping it will be too late for him to move out of the way. He is determined to tackle Drake if it's the last thing he does.]

[He should have expected that. As it is, he's tackled, feeling like the wind was knocked out of him. He makes a small sound, falling back as he smacks him across the head, his back and shoulder landing painfully on the floor.]

[As he watches the two try to kill each other, Bart winces and shoves fistful after fistful of popcorn into his mouth. He speeds around the two, examining the fight from every angle, sometimes only narrowly avoiding being hit by a falling body.]

Tim, are you sure you don't need my help?!

[Tim rolls again to the side, pushing Damian off of him as he wipes a hand across his mouth, glancing at the blood for a moment before focusing again.]

I'm fine, don't worry, I can handle him just fine.

[In the span it took Damian to shake off the ringing in his ears, Allen had suddenly appeared AGAIN and Drake had thrown him off. But he had to focus. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted by the newcomer like Drake was, and he definitely couldn't let Drake win.

Hoping Drake would be too distracted by Allen to notice him, he attempted to kick him in the side.]

[Bart was going to get him in even worse shape. Hopefully nothing was broken when he got kicked in the side; he didn't hear anything crack, at least, so while it hurt and he was sure there was going to be a bruise all up his side, he managed to grab a hold of Damian's leg.

Using the leverage now, he held on tight, turning his body to throw him into the wall.]

[Damian attempted to curl himself into a ball to deflect the brunt of the impact, but underestimated how far the distance was and slammed right into it. He let out a yelp as his hip made a popping noise upon impact, and slid down to the floor.]

[He straightened up, rolling his shoulder so it wouldn't stiffen up as he looked at Damian with a little wince. Shit. It wasn't being killed, but he knew it could hurt.

He started going over to him, a hand on the side that had been kicked, checking to see if anything was broken.]

[Damian gingerly touches his leg--dislocated, but not broken. Good, Damian could deal with this. Looking up to see where Drake was in the Ballroom, he can see that Drake is coming towards him, but not in a threatening manner. Slowly.

Perfect. Damian grabbed his legs with his hands, and, leaning his body against the wall and biting down hard on the inside of his mouth, popped the hip joint back into place.]

Break... something... Drake?

Not even close.

[He winces, though; maybe he did, maybe he didn't. In any case, it's not something he's worried about. He lets his hands fall to his sides.]

Break a leg there?

You wish. My leg is fine. [Isn't putting that much pressure on it, regardless.]

Mhm. [Lets his legs slide into position, just in case.]

You know, you could always say "enough".

[This is getting pretty hardcore. Bart may or may not be scared of Damian now after that hip thing. Fortunately, he's run out of popcorn at this point, so he has an excuse to get out of there.

...And return with a cheerleading outfit over his Impulse costume. He even has some pom-poms. He waves them in Tim's direction, though he makes sure to stay far enough away from the two.]

[It's always hardcore when it comes to bats fighting bats. But dear lord, he can't help but glance around and look at Bart.]

Bart, what the hell are you doing!?

I'm cheering you on! [Bart waves the pom-poms some more to emphasize this.] Kick his tiny scowling butt!

Why are you actually using pom-poms? Where did you even get-- no, never mind.

[Shakes his head and looks back to Damian.]

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