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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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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.]

[Damian couldn't help but wonder if Bart was secretly against Drake the way he kept interrupting them. No matter.

Damian had his breath back and motioned for Drake to make his next move.]

[Maybe. Or not, but it seemed like he was. Tim was just happy he got the time and Damian hadn't attacked then.

He really should have. Tim flew forward, legs kicking out.]

[Bum leg or not, Damian was not just going to stand there and get hit again. So, with grace undoubtedly taught to him by one of his numerous tutors, he waits until the optimal moment and flips right over Drake's head. All goes perfectly... except for the fact he doesn't stick the landing quite like he intends. He stumbles on the landing, backing up until he manages to stop himself on the balcony.]

[Tim got the the wall and turned, watching Damian flip over his head like it was nothing; to him it probably wasn't. But he was near the ledge so to speak, and Tim took a few steps towards him.]

You don't have anywhere else to go.

You're wrong about that.

[Damian wasn't going to let a little thing like leg pain get the better of him... He charges straight at Tim, planning on throwing a punch when he gets close enough.]

[He was almost expecting it, actually. He dodged the punch as he spun around and away. He could go after him, or... his eyes looked at the balcony, and he smirked, just a little.

Taking a running start, he got a foot up on the ledge, enough to launch himself straight into the air, letting himself fly. He didn't have a rope with him, but luckily the quad was right below; he could land and roll.]

[Damn it! Rather than skid to a stop, he decides to use his momentum to his advantage, and does a roundoff into a back handspring, effectively turning him back towards the balcony, even if he's farther away from the target. In fact, he slid back a bit farther than he would have liked from the back handspring thanks to his leg landing wrong, but none of that mattered. Damian quickly broke back into a (somewhat limping) run, and vaulted right over the stone balcony right after Drake.]

[He was ready for him when he got down to the quad, leg sliding back into place as he put his hands up, ready for him to come at him.]

Tired yet? [Has to ask, his shoulder and side aching; it was obvious, as he was favoring it more.]

You must be joking. I can keep this up all day.

[Charges at Drake once more, aiming a kick at Tim's bad side with his good leg.]

[He charges back, dodging the leg and tackling Damian to the ground, holding him there for a moment. He was trying to make sure he couldn't get back up for right now, holding him down.]

[Conner has no idea what's going on when he enters the quad. All he knows is that he wants to step outside into the courtyard and sit under the sun. That's when his superhearing picks up on the sounds and he looks over in that direction, spotting the two cadets.

He watches for a minute, and then seeing what's happening he begins to head over.]

[Growls a little at Drake, grabbing him by the arms and attempting to reverse their positions. He's completely oblivious to Superboy's approach.]

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[He doesn't notice him approaching either, too caught up in making sure that Damian stayed pinned down; if he let him get the upper hand at all, he could count on even more bruises, and a few cuts to go along with them. He knew the skin had already split on his lip. He didn't want anymore.]

[No idea what or how this started and why these two are fighting, Conner picks up the pace with long strides before either of them can get up and go at it again. By the looks of their clothing and how they themselves look a little worse for wear-- they've obviously been going at this since he showed up in the quad.

He recognizes Tim and... wait-- is that... is that his roommate? Cripes. Yeah, this has got to stop. Now. This is as bad as ... Wally and Robin rolling around and duking it out.]

Hey!

[Heavy, quick footsteps, and then there he is at their side.]

[Is still grappling with Drake when Superboy approaches. He spares him a quick glance before attempting to punch Drake in his bum side.]

[The punch connects and Tim chokes down a cry of pain, moving to the side as he looks and sees Conner there before he shuts his eyes and punches back. Fuck that hurt.]

[They're purposefully ignoring him to throw shots on each other-- Conner doesn't know what ticks him off even more! But it doesn't matter, he steps right up to them and reaches down to try to grab at their collars.]

[Grits his teeth.]

It's rude to ignore someone-- [Tightens his grip; he's growling all of this out through tightly grit teeth.] --when they are talking to you--! [Pulls! Yes, that's right. He's yanking them apart, yanking them off of each other like a frustrated, pissy father would with his two arguing sons.]

[Don't take it too personally, Superboy. Unless Bruce Wayne himself walked up to them, they would probably keep fighting. And even than it's not a definite.

Anyway, the punch Drake threw connected with his jaw and caused Damian to bite down on his tongue. Hard. He was about to punch Drake again when suddenly he was being forcibly pulled away. Being too far away to punch him and unable to kick him unless using his bad leg or attempting to kick through Conner, Damian chose his one remaining option--he attempted to spit on Drake.]

Let me go!

[Thank god someone came in and pulled them apart. Tim just watches him, not bothering to struggle; the fight is over. He does wince, though, when the spit connects with his shoulder. Maybe better aim was needed, but he's glad it's not on his face anyway.]

... [Breathing hard, he chooses to stay silent.]

[Conner looks between the two while keeping them as far apart as he can, his hold unyielding on their collars. At least they aren't thrashing about and struggling. The spitting, though, makes Conner blink a few times and then scowl.

And he's supposed to share a room with this guy? Augh.

Ignoring Damian's demand, Conner fixes him with that scowl and a hard glare.]

Don't give me orders.

[In Conner's opinion Tim is the smarter of the two, keeping quiet and not making demands.]

[And now, quite possibly for the first time, Damian sees who exactly is holding him back. The rational part of his brain is telling him to stop, that he knows he's not a match for Kryptonian super strength. Besides, there's the whole "attempting to court the alien to your side" idea that was about to go down the drain if he kept struggling. But damn it all, he was still pissed and raring to fight.

Then he looked at Drake.

Drake had already thrown in the towel, he could see it in his eyes and in his body language. There was no point in fighting an opponent who was finished. It was like kicking an animal--it brought no satisfaction.]

Whatever, I was done anyway.

[Tim didn't say anything, breathing slowly now and trying to relax; which was hard at this point, with his body screaming in pain. But he was done; if Damian was done, then so was he.]

Good. [Finally says, moving just a little so that maybe when Conner was finished, he could stand and they could get on with their day. Or at least get away from each other.]

[He glares at Damian a few seconds more and then straightens up, effortlessly pulling the two of them up with him to their feet. His fingers uncurl from their collars and his arms lower to his sides for a moment and then fold over his chest.

Conner looks between the two and he quietly waits. If Damian says he's done then he's done but Conner's going to stay right where he is just in case no matter how worn down and beaten they both look from their fight.]

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