[closed; in need of a closet]

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Character(s): Damian Wayne & Superboy
Location: Nighttime, around Garden
Rating: G most likely
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Superboy's been in Garden for a week almost and he's not impressed with the lack of closets. Not impressed at all, and he won't be any more impressed when he bumps into Damian.

Did closets not exist in this stupid floating ship?

Conner stomped through the corridor with an air of frustration, a dark cloud of irritation over his head, the door of his dorm sliding shut behind him on a whisper of air. His dorm room had proven useless, it only had a bed and other minimal furnishings. No closet in sight. His dorm mate's room also came with no closet from what Conner had seen earlier. And now as he strode up and down the corridors in search of a dorm room that was unlocked and not in use ... so not worth it! Plus they were all locked, judging by the way the red lights were lit up on the keypads.

Superman's clone was aggravated, moody (nothing new), at the end of his short-temper fuse.

WHY COULD HE NOT FIND A CLOSET?!

Conner clenched his jaw, teeth grinding. All he wanted to do was grab a bit of shut eye, sleep properly. He didn't need M'gann worrying over him or wondering why his energy levels seemed so low. But there was just no way he could sleep or recharge on the mattress of his bed that was nearly as hard as the floor-- there had to be something...!

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[worthyheir]

There was nothing to do on this ship. Damian had decided it by the third day at this stupid school, but as the days rolled into weeks, he was doubly sure. It was almost sickening how complacent almost everyone at the Garden seemed to be. He wasn't sure what disgusted him more--that people went about their lives seemingly pretending they were never ripped from their true world and dumped on this one, or that they seemed to enjoy it.

Regardless, so long as he was here the little assassin was determined to not let his skills go to waste. He had the Robin suit and a change of location didn't make him any less a hero. Nightly patrols were pretty much his attempts at normalcy, attempts to make this world more like the one he left behind.

Tonight was no different, and so he climbed into the familiar padded costume. There was something so right about pulling on the red tunic with the embroidered R on the chest. Damian quickly slathered his domino mask with the spirit gum swiped from the theatre department, and was out the door.

If only he wasn't distracted by making sure his mask was sitting properly on his face. If he hadn't been, he would have noticed Superboy before walking into him. His mouth opened to say something undoubtedly rude, but stopped when he saw who, exactly, was in front of him.

"Kent."