Just watch what I can do!

  "Aww, thanks very much, sugar. Promise I’m not a model, though." Robin blushed slightly at that. No one had called her a model before; at least, no one without ulterior motives. "If you think I’m pretty, you should meet my Ma." Tiffany Kent was one of those women that had aged quite gracefully. If anyone in their house should be a model, she thought, it should be her.

"Yeah, Harvard’s where my dad went and learned everything he knows, so I think it would be a good place to start." she nodded, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Soun's like a pretty solid plan. If it worked for 'im, why not give it a try, ri'?" If what your parents did appealed to you, that would give you a built-in support system for the journey there. Robin was already kind of following in her father's footsteps, though she didn't know if she was going to be a superhero/farmer for her whole life.

" I dunno if you looked in a mirror lately, but you ain’t such a bad lookin’ guy yerself, Willie." Like a princess in an old fairytale, Willie Watt’s beauty had blossomed in the time Robin had known him. If the wrestling thing did come to pass, surely there would be no shortage of people who’d love to watch the two of them take each other on. The only issue would be that she didn’t have any method of recording it.

Even upon hearing it, Willie wasn’t sure how true of a statement Robin’s claim was. She’d first seen him as a gaunt, malnourished ex-Powerhouse prisoner. He’d filled out since then, putting on more muscle and a little padding to look more than healthy, but fit. He had to admit; his body did look rather nice. He’d agree with her to that point, but he saw way too much of Frank in his face to agree that he wasn’t bad-lookin’.

The teen boy arched an eyebrow at the shoe thrown at him, examining it for a few seconds before tossing it back at his double. "Whatever," he shrugged, doing up his own shoes. If they continued to argue about the differences between his home and here, they'd never get out the door. "So, are we ready t' go, then?"

A scuffle is heard from the roof as Robin argued with the security system again. She held a Tupperware container up to the machines electronic eye, assuming it to be some sort of camera. "Happy Birthday, Willie~" she called.

"I s’pose. Though livin’ a couple miles outta town in th’ middle o’ nowhere’s a pretty good deterrent, too." Not that the Kents didn’t have their own form of security. Anyone arriving on the property would think it was just a regular old farm house, one that, on the surface, hadn’t changed much since it was built in the 19th century. Most of the changes Tiffany and Conner had made, with the exception of expanding to fit their family, had been subterranean. A potential intruder would have to find it, before they could even begin to start unraveling the security measures that protected the Nest.

A scuffle is heard from the roof as Robin argued with the security system again. She held a Tupperware container up to the machines electronic eye, assuming it to be some sort of camera. "Happy Birthday, Willie~" she called.

"If you knew even half the crazies I did, you’d want to amp up security, too, I assure you." This city bred all kinds of batshit and as Willie became more and more acquainted with the real world, he started to realize just how many there were, even in the "safe" parts of Gotham.

"I s'pose. Though livin' a couple miles outta town in th' middle o' nowhere's a pretty good deterrent, too." Not that the Kents didn't have their own form of security. Anyone arriving on the property would think it was just a regular old farm house, one that, on the surface, hadn't changed much since it was built in the 19th century. Most of the changes Tiffany and Conner had made, with the exception of expanding to fit their family, had been subterranean. A potential intruder would have to find it, before they could even begin to start unraveling the security measures that protected the Nest.

A scuffle is heard from the roof as Robin argued with the security system again. She held a Tupperware container up to the machines electronic eye, assuming it to be some sort of camera. "Happy Birthday, Willie~" she called.

"Well, there ya go. If yer Dad says it, it mus’ be true, right? I don’ think you need to be tall as me. Bein’ tall’s not the same as bein’ graceful." Robin gave the young girl a friendly grin, she could feel her staring. 

Orion beamed when Robin made the comment about her father.

"Aww, thanks very much, sugar. Promise I’m not a model, though." Robin blushed slightly at that. No one had called her a model before; at least, no one without ulterior motives. "If you think I'm pretty, you should meet my Ma." Tiffany Kent was one of those women that had aged quite gracefully. If anyone in their house should be a model, she thought, it should be her.

"No schway. There was a gal from our school had the same thing happen to her. Definitely gave her quite the attitude when it came to gaming, apparently." He thought for a moment. "Nah, I think we went there a couple times, but the one we usually go to was called VR Room. It was closer to Carrie’s place."

Corey’s parents were game reviewers and owned the Retrofuturist. They were well off and always struck Willie as some of the schwayer parents in the high school. They loved their son to pieces, played the same games he did, and seemed more like two cool older friends than actual parents. Then again, for Corey, that probably worked just fine. He was a polite, friendly, smart kid in the honors program. So far as he knew, the Cavalieris didn’t have any issues (they didn’t) or skeletons in their closet (they didn’t). They were simply a fun and merry trio.

" I dunno if you looked in a mirror lately, but you ain't such a bad lookin' guy yerself, Willie." Like a princess in an old fairytale, Willie Watt's beauty had blossomed in the time Robin had known him. If the wrestling thing did come to pass, surely there would be no shortage of people who'd love to watch the two of them take each other on. The only issue would be that she didn't have any method of recording it.

"Yeah, you wouldn't mind keeping that a secret, would you?"

"These ropes are too tight." -Earth 11

Robin smiled. “I’m glad you’re alright. I really oughta be more aware o’ my surroundin’s.” 

"Dad says I’m probably going to be tall. I have long legs and all…but I probably won’t be as tall as you. " Orion said, looking her over. She thought she could be a model, she was that tall. Who knows, maybe she was.

"Well, there ya go. If yer Dad says it, it mus' be true, right? I don' think you need to be tall as me. Bein' tall's not the same as bein' graceful." Robin gave the young girl a friendly grin, she could feel her staring. 

"Pretty sure there’s not a single kid in Gotham who hasn’t played Sentries. Can’t say I was as inta it as some of the kids were, but it was pretty schway. As for what Carrie an’ I played, well…" His face grew reddish again, "Aside from horror movie slaughter fests, we played a lot of wrestling…" A quick cough and Robin’s pigmentation was back to its normal hue. "I think a battle game would be best. Haven’t you ever wanted to fight Robin?"

“One of the underclassmen was so into the game that he managed to get an invite from Simon Harper to see Sentrycroft.” Said underclassman also met and befriended Eldon Michaels: the original writer for the games. Willie had also met Michaels recently and thought he was a pretentious douche with a beer gut and an impressive neckbeard. “He still mentions that like it’s a badge of honor at the VRcade…which his parents own. Did you and Carrie play at the Retrofuturist, by any chance?”

"No schway. There was a gal from our school had the same thing happen to her. Definitely gave her quite the attitude when it came to gaming, apparently." He thought for a moment. "Nah, I think we went there a couple times, but the one we usually go to was called VR Room. It was closer to Carrie's place."