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[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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[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.]

[Impulse appears next to them, still in uniform and holding the pompons, looking back and forth between the three of them.]

So is it over?

[Tim turned to look at Bart and sighed, before looking back at Superboy for a moment.]

Thank you. [Looks back at Bart now and motions for him to come with him as he starts moving away. Just needed to get away from Damian, and settle down.]

Yeah, it's over.

Tt, you got lucky, Drake. [And now it's time to limp back towards his room.]

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