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[Eyes drift down to his paper then back up again. Steps are quiet and hesitant but he is out walking around and that is a stride in itself. Brows knitted together in a obvious look of confusion and lingering stress which loosens slightly as he exhales quietly. The words upon the parchment did little to explain the entirety of the situation and he was mildly desperate for more information. He figured that the letter was supposed to give the basic premise, but certainly didn’t dive under the surface of the issue and certainly didn’t stop his heart from beating rapidly within his chest.

Shoving it into his pocket as he walked around, his eyes searched around, pausing to look at the architecture that he came across, lips parted by the impressive design but it didn’t remove his thoughts from the situation at hand. His wandering had a purpose, he was in hopes of finding someone, anyone that could help, and preferably anyone with a familiar face. The thought alone caused his steps to pick up their pace and his eyes to look around a little more quickly, less inclined to marvel at the surrounding area, something that seemed more out of a fictional film than reality.

Quietly thankful that he still remained with his talents from home, despite the note of caution it was one of the thoughts that was stopping him from falling into a complete and utter panic attack, reverting back to the mental state he was a year ago.

He can be found here and there--until he finally stops and finds a seat, running his hands through his hair with a sigh--what to do?]

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[Quietly, if Colin would have known of these thoughts he would have been mildly concerned for the other boy if his assumption had been that he was a figment of his mind. Alternatively, the direct nature of the other is a little off-putting but at the same time appreciated as he takes a tentative step closer, watching his face carefully.] I--

[He withdraws the crumbled sheet of paper from his pocket, a small breath that sounds nearly like a bitter laugh catching on his lips.] I figured as much.

[Can pretty much guess what the paper is.] I suppose it's not a complete waste of time.

...You can learn magic. And there are other vigilantes here.

[He was aware the other likely knew far more about this place than he did but--that didn't make it easier to accept considering he had just seen Damian within his home-world not but moments ago--his shoulder still hurt slightly, throbbing.] Magic?

I guess that's cool but--I don't get it. [He wrinkled his nose slightly.] How long have you been here?

Apparently. I haven't taken any of those classes yet.

Several months now. [Arches an eyebrow.] When are you from, Colin? What were you doing before you arrived?

[There is a furrowing of his brow and a small exhale before his reply is given, a glance to the side and a roll of his shoulders.] I was fighting with you.

With you as in against Zsasz, not against.

That was several weeks prior to my arrival. [There's a pause as Damian struggles to remember what others have said about Time Compression. He didn't care enough to pay attention the first time.] It appears that the issue that brings us all here in the first place often takes us from different spots in our timeline. Grayson, who I'm... familiar with... is taken from a later time than me.

That--doesn't make any sense. [He replies immediately, if the other had been there for awhile then--well, this place didn't really do much to sort out the timelines of the individuals brought there but he listens as Damian continues.]

Grayson? Is he your friend?

Nothing about this situation makes sense, Colin. Why pull us here just to make us go to military school? [Wrinkles his nose at that. Just because he'd finally accepted that he'd be going to classes, it didn't mean he liked it.]

I suppose you could call it that. [It's bad enough that Colin knows he's Robin, he doesn't think he should know who his partner is, especially once he finds out he's Bruce Wayne's son every member of the bat family, past and present should fall into place. Except Gordon, anyway.]

I don't know--maybe they need help or something. [His brows furrow at the reply as he looks throughout the area before focusing back on the familiar face of the other. His presence helps but doesn't make all the difference at the moment--it's all still new, all confusing.]

Well--at least you have a friend here with you.

That's hardly the way to go about it.

Tt, you're talking as though you're alone. Or have you forgotten that I'm here?

Well yeah, but if people don't know what to do they sometimes so weird things. [He shrugs and looks over to the other, his last set of words drawing a small smile to his lips.]

Forget you? I don't think so.

If you're going to make up wild accusations, at least have some sort of evidence to back it up.

Good. So don't worry about everyone else--I'm here and that's all that matters.

I can't think of any right now, but they sometimes when people are scared, they act badly because it's all they know how to do. [And maybe that's the visits to the mental hospital talking, listening to doctors to long while staring off into space wanting out.]

I'll keep that in mind though--that nothing else matters, that is.

Well, yes, that I can understand, but why bring in this many people? It's excessive. Not to mention most of them are utterly useless...

There's someone here that looks just like me, slightly taller. Don't confuse the two of us, we're nothing alike.

They can't all be useless. [He frowns slightly.]

Wait--he looks exactly like you? How is that possible?

A large number of them are. They'd rather go shopping or read comic books than do anything of value.

He's taller than me, but yes. It's an alternate universe thing.

What of value is there to do? I mean--don't some people need a break from studying all the time? [Arching an eyebrow he looks around.]

So is he older than you then?

Train, study, familiarize themselves with their new surroundings...

I suppose so. There's something here called Time Compression that messes with the concept of linear time.

That all makes sense. I mean--this place isn't Gotham but it's pretty big.

That--still doesn't make any sense but I'll just nod my head and figure it out later, yeah? [There is a small smile despite his nervousness.]

The Garden is relatively small, but we are on a completely unfamiliar, inexplicably unnamed planet.

It's probably for the best.

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/NEVER. LET'S. GO.

/YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY~

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