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// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Jade loved the wind. She loved swinging and feeling wind ruffling her hair, she loved letting it toss her cape in her face and tasting the salt it carried when she stood by the sea. Right then she was swinging, getting a mouthful of salty air as she swing, spluttering when her hair flew in her face and laughing. She loved it so much she almost forgot to look down.

Almost.

When she did look down the laughter stopped. The wind's antics didn't seem as funny anymore in the face of a shaking girl with bleeding knees.

"Hey,"

She called down before she dropped, knowing from her own experience on the streets that it wasn't smart to startle. Always better to announce herself rather than risk scaring a street child. She knew herself, and she was one of them If someone startled her, she would bite.

She landed loud and rolled, stopping a decent ways away from the kid just in case.

Clara jumps, spooked by the movement and all and stares back at the person who just jumped down in front of her. She's definitely banged up, bruises on her face and what seems like a healing cut on her forehead.

She grabs at her torso a little, hugging herself and staring with wide eyes at the person in front of her, almost like she had been caught. She looks around the area. Clara hadn't meant to make a scene or anything and she panics at the scene of what looks like a vigilante.

"Um...I'm sorry- I hadn't meant- I didn't do anything bad!"

She mumbles, voice soft and quiet, like she's trying not to too loud or rude, but definitely panicked and not looking the other in the eyes.

Jade wasn't moving much before but now she was stone still. Oh boy, this would be a rough night. Clear signs of abuse all over this kid. Totally nothing that made her want to introduce whoever caused those bruises to a brick wall.

"'m here cause y' look like y' need help, not cause I think y' did somethin' stupid."

She frowned, narrowing her midnight black eyes at the kid's bleeding knees. Not bad, just bloody and risky as far as infection goes. Plus the kid would need that blood to heal up, so no good letting it hit the floor.

"Can I help y' with tha'? 've got bandages and disinfectant."

"Oh..."

Clara responds, wiping at her face a little and avoiding eye contact very deliberately. She's a bit surprised by that answer. She's unsure what to do now, shuffling a little and curling into herself before the vigilante speaks.

"Um...okay... that'd be nice, thank you ma'am."

Clara says, voice soft and low as she rubs at her eyes a bit and watches the stranger cautiously, not knowing exactly what she's going to do.

Clara just wants to be sure this isn't some trick to arrest her or something. Even though she's not sure she's broken any laws, but her father always says she's bad enough that the vigilantes will come and take her away from him and hurt her if she doesn't behave.

Jade moved slowly, but not particularly careful. She knew pretty well how far you could push with street kids, and also that they didn't enjoy being treated like glass.

She stopped in front of Clara and dropped to one knee, fishing a roll of gauze and antiseptic from her utility belt.

"'kay. Lemme see tha' knee?"

Clara pauses before moving to push her shorts back a little to make it easier to get to the area and uncurling a little so it's not so pressed to her chest protectively.

She doesn't speak, just stares downwards and doesn't really respond at all, just wincing slightly at the pain.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Tim didn't usually come out this early in the night. He preferred to wait and go with everyone else, later, when crime really kicked up and there were shadows to hide in. He wasn't sure why he came out early or how exactly he ended up just staring at the coastline.

It was pretty. He didn't even like the sea that much, though he knew Jade did. Whatever. It was pretty.

He did finally turn away and hop to the next rooftop, glancing down at the street for signs of trouble before- wait.

The small shape he saw sitting there made him stop. He dropped down, a good distance in front of her and landing loudly so his arrival was announced. Learned the hard way that you don't startle street kids, they bite.

At first glance the kid was small, older than Dami but younger than Duke or Jade. He frowned a little at her battered state. Not to mention the fact that it was drinking raining, and Gotham rain isn't fun to be out in.

"Hey?"

Clara startles, jumping back a bit and staring up at him with wide eyes. Her face is visibly bruised, and there's a small healing cut on her forehead. Her eyes are a green tone, but she mostly just looks bewildered or scared.

She didn't want to be caught by any vigilantes! She hadn't done anything bad, had she? Her father always tells her that Batman would hurt her if she misbehaved. She supposes she did, considering she's lost and she was supposed to go to school today too.

But Dad didn't let her in when it hit morning to change so she just tried to walk to where she thought the middle school was. But Clara doesn't know Gotham like she knew their small corner of Coast City. So she got lost, and just kept wandering until the sun began to set and it started to rain.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't doing anything bad I swear!"

She cries out, grabbing at her legs and hunching in on herself. Her knees are beginning to bleed more, the blood dripping down her legs.

Tim let himself go really still. He'd known children like this before, mostly through Jason. The worst thing you could do was rush it. He'd learned that the hard way.

"Hey,"

He tried again for a gentle and worried voice.

"You just look like you're hurting. We help people, remember?"

His eyes fell on her bleeding knees and silently asessed the damage. Not that bad, but there was risk of infection, and seeing this kid's already beat-up state there wasn't much use in letting whatever blood she had left in her hit the floor.

"I have bandages and stuff."

"Um...o-okay."

Clara mumbles, watching him cautiously and hugging herself a bit. She bites down on her lip as she considers the offer. Clara doesn't want to upset him, and she supposes she did get hurt. He's a robin though, and they're like Batman's...minions or something.

"Um...um alright. Please don't tell Batman I was here!"

Clara says, sniffling and wiping at her face. She's cold from the rain and she's visibly shaking. Whether that be because of the cold or because she's anxious, she couldn't tell you.

Tim frowned. Looked like the mythos was getting out of hand again. He wished he could tell her that B would do the same as him in this situation, assure her that the famed Bat was also a caring father. But last time he'd tried that the kid had scrambled away with shouts of "Liar!", so he didn't.

"I won't."

He took a pack of gauze from his utility belt and a tube of antibotic, wrapping them in a bit of plastic to keep the water off before slowly and deliberately holding them out.

"I can help you clean and wrap it, but it's okay if you want to do it yourself."

Clara sighs in relief at that. She's just glad she doesn't have to deal with Batman and her father both being angry with her. She at least can try to get around her Dad's anger but Batman's unpredictable and known for breaking bones like it's nothing. Clara's not sure they can afford the medical bills for broken bones, so she's not sure they'd go to the hospital at all.

Scary hypotheticals aside, she watches him and eyes the stuff. She bites down on her lip. Her mother used to help her with that stuff when she was alive but now she mostly hastily wraps things if they bleed, but it's mostly bruises now. She's usually more careful than falling like an idiot on the street.

"Um.. I'd like help if it's okay, sir."

She says softly, her eyes flickering from moving to make eye contact to just staring at his shoes.

Tim smiled. Just a little bit, out of relief.

"Okay. I'm going to come a little closer, okay? I won't hurt you."

His mind drifted to last time he'd moved too suddenly or without announcing it around a scared child. In all honesty, that could've gone worse. With the same amount of honesty; Fricking ow.

He took a few careful steps forward and stopped a little less than arms length in front of her, carefully kneeling to see the scraped knee a little better. Hm. This would be harder to do in the rain, but oh well. Didn't look too bad. Just a little bloody. He took a small cloth out of his belt and put some of the antibiotic on it. First thing would be to clean the scrape.

Clara nods a little, staring down and frowning deeply as she's approached. She doesn't want to move or do anything wrong, so the girl stays very still.

She knows it stings to clean cuts and all, and she's had to disinfect wounds before, not wanting to make more trouble for her father than she already had. Clara bites down on the inside of her cheek but otherwise doesn't make a sound or move much at all.

She watches the vigilante carefully, but tries not to get in his way or anything.

Tim hummed softly as he wiped the blood away. The curb's gravel had torn the skin of her right knee a good bit, and there were things that pointed to other injuries already there that hadn't yet healed. Not the worst he'd seen, but pretty sucky.

He cleaned it as gently as he could and wrappd it in the bandage - tight enough not to fall off and to protect it, but not tight enough to hurt or cut off blood flow - and moved to the left, wincing a little at the sight of the glass. Ouch.

"I'm going to have to pull that stuff out, okay?"

He tugged a pair of tweezers off his belt and held them out so she could see. He knew things like this scared some kids, and he wasn't looking to get bit again. That's why this was usually Jason's part of the job.

"Oh...okay."

Clara mumbles quietly, staring down for now and allowing the vigilante to treat her wounds. It hurts but she only winces a little, she's dealt with far worse pain, she can deal with this type of thing. She just stares down and digs her nails into the palm of her hands.

Her sleeves and clothing are all pretty wet from the rain, the cold of it makes her shiver and she moves to hug herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Robin..."

She whispers to him, pointedly not making any eye contact, she doesn't really know what to do here. With her Father it's easy to know what to do, because she knows what makes him angry and when she's supposed to leave him alone. She knows to listen to him and keep out of the way. With her mother, before she died, it was pretty similar. Other people are harder to read, she always feels lost.

He tugged the glass out as gently as he could and tossed them in a small bag to dispose of later, frowning softly at the sight of her wet clothes and shivering. He slowly moved to take a corner of his cape and hold it out in silent offer of shelter. Lucky choice, he'd brought the waterproof one tonight.

"No problem. You can call me Red if you want. Got anywhere you're trying to go...?"

He hesitated and hummed softly.

"I- I can help you get wherever, I know this place. And if you don't have anywhere I know some safe places that could take you in for a night or two...? Uhm, sorry."

Fricking idiot. That's why this was usually Jason's part of the job.

She winces, but doesn't really let the pain of it show, just biting down on her tongue so she won't make any noise.

"Oh um...okay. Thank you, Mr. Red."

Clara says softly, looking hesitant before shuffling closer to avoid the rain. She pauses and shrugs a little. Clara's not sure, she should get home, but she's not sure if her father will want her back. He said not to come back inside, but that was forever ago and Clara's already been messing things up even more.

"I...I live with my dad, I'm not homeless I just uhm..."

She pauses, shrinking back. Her dad has always told her how important it is she doesn't tell anyone about what he's like or when he does things like this, and that she especially can't trust the police or anything. But vigilantes aren't cops exactly, so maybe that doesn't count?

"My...my dad said I wasn't allowed back inside for the night...but then it- it was morning and I needed to go to school but I couldn't find it and I got lost, so I was just um...walking around I guess. Then it started raining..."

Clara mumbles the last part, grabbing at her jacket and trying to wrap it around herself a bit more, though it's difficult to get any warmth out of the soaked fabric.

Tim went quiet and his mouth became a thin, straight line. Oh, okay. Not what he'd been thinking of, almost worse. Maybe he could...? With a face and a basic first name, finding her and her family should be a breeze- But if her father did get locked up, what would happen to her? Foster system? Again? Another kid stuck in the trafficking front? Adoption homes were just as bad. Maybe he could ask Leslie to find a trustworthy home... Hey wait, speaking of a first name, what was this girl even called?

"I- I'm very sorry, sweetheart."

He said quietly.

"Do you... want to have a place that will let you in? What your father is doing is illegal and wrong, and you don't have to stay with him."

Clara just shrugs, not seeming particularly bothered by her own words, mostly just a general anxiety of talking to someone different, especially talking to a vigilante and all.

"It's...fine. Normal for him. I was being um...annoying and stuff, and he'll get angry. You don't- don't have to worry about it I just... I don't know where I am or anything. We- we just moved here and Dad got a new job- but I'm not...I don't know anything about- about Gotham."

Clara rambles on before just moving to cover her mouth with her hand and sigh, shaking her head a little bit and stares down at her feet.

"I'm okay... please don't put him away in a cell or anything. He'll- it'll be my fault and my life will be ruined. My Mama is dead, I have nowhere to go."

She says, quieter than before.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Jade loved the wind. She loved swinging and feeling wind ruffling her hair, she loved letting it toss her cape in her face and tasting the salt it carried when she stood by the sea. Right then she was swinging, getting a mouthful of salty air as she swing, spluttering when her hair flew in her face and laughing. She loved it so much she almost forgot to look down.

Almost.

When she did look down the laughter stopped. The wind's antics didn't seem as funny anymore in the face of a shaking girl with bleeding knees.

"Hey,"

She called down before she dropped, knowing from her own experience on the streets that it wasn't smart to startle. Always better to announce herself rather than risk scaring a street child. She knew herself, and she was one of them If someone startled her, she would bite.

She landed loud and rolled, stopping a decent ways away from the kid just in case.

Clara jumps, spooked by the movement and all and stares back at the person who just jumped down in front of her. She's definitely banged up, bruises on her face and what seems like a healing cut on her forehead.

She grabs at her torso a little, hugging herself and staring with wide eyes at the person in front of her, almost like she had been caught. She looks around the area. Clara hadn't meant to make a scene or anything and she panics at the scene of what looks like a vigilante.

"Um...I'm sorry- I hadn't meant- I didn't do anything bad!"

She mumbles, voice soft and quiet, like she's trying not to too loud or rude, but definitely panicked and not looking the other in the eyes.

Jade wasn't moving much before but now she was stone still. Oh boy, this would be a rough night. Clear signs of abuse all over this kid. Totally nothing that made her want to introduce whoever caused those bruises to a brick wall.

"'m here cause y' look like y' need help, not cause I think y' did somethin' stupid."

She frowned, narrowing her midnight black eyes at the kid's bleeding knees. Not bad, just bloody and risky as far as infection goes. Plus the kid would need that blood to heal up, so no good letting it hit the floor.

"Can I help y' with tha'? 've got bandages and disinfectant."

"Oh..."

Clara responds, wiping at her face a little and avoiding eye contact very deliberately. She's a bit surprised by that answer. She's unsure what to do now, shuffling a little and curling into herself before the vigilante speaks.

"Um...okay... that'd be nice, thank you ma'am."

Clara says, voice soft and low as she rubs at her eyes a bit and watches the stranger cautiously, not knowing exactly what she's going to do.

Clara just wants to be sure this isn't some trick to arrest her or something. Even though she's not sure she's broken any laws, but her father always says she's bad enough that the vigilantes will come and take her away from him and hurt her if she doesn't behave.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Tua paused as she passed by the girl, her rain boots unintentionally splattering water everywhere. She liked the rain. It was the only thing that actually cleaned the city, mother natures last desperate attempt to salvage the city. It was going to turn torrential soon.

She glanced up at the sky, squinting against the onslaught of water. No one was coming for the kid. Unless Batman was around but it was too early in the day. She checked her phone and supposed she had time to deal with it. She didn’t really like kids, too loud and too unpredictable. But maybe one kid wasn’t that bad. And it wasn’t safe, especially for a young girl.

“Hey-“ She kicked lightly at the kid’s back, not even enough to hurt, just enough to startle. “It’s rainin’” That much was obvious, what did kids even like talking about?

Clara flinches harshly at that, lurching backwards and looking up at the girl with wide eyes. Her face is bruised, a cut on her forehead as well, but those seem to be healing. Older wounds. Her knees are the ones that are bleeding right now.

"Um...I- I know?"

Clara says, confused by the observation. She curls into herself a bit. The girl seems to be protecting herself. Cautious.

Usually she's better at not interacting with strangers, but if she's not sure if she has the energy or will to run right now, too exhausted from walking all day instead of going to school. She's not even sure where she is right now.

"So get under a stoop or somthin'" Tua frowned. Kid was going to get hypothermia or something. "Or go home. Or jus' literally anythin' tha's not like- in a gutta?" She wasn't the easiest to understand, her accent some weird mix of Puerto Rican and Brooklyn.

Despite not being that big at all she towered above the girl, her back providing a small break from the rain. "Y'a parents' are gonna be tight if y'a got 'em." She shrugged, Her eyes shifting back and forth, checking.

"I was...I was walking around. I don't know where my house is and my- my Dad says I'm not allowed right now...he- probably doesn't care, but- but I never went to school today because I got lost so he won't- won't be happy about that."

Clara says, her voice is quiet, soft and shaky as she tries to explain herself. She hugs herself and tries to make herself smaller. She hadn't meant to be a bother to anyone. She moves to stand, stumbling a little and catching herself on the wall of the alley.

"I- I'm sorry for bothering you, I'll leave."

Clara says quickly, staring down at her feet and not looking her in the eyes.

Tua grabbed her by the back of Clara's top, "Hold on kid. Come here" She sighed, pulling her under the nearest overhang to shield both of them from the rain. She bend down in front of her, brushing her wet hair out if her face, her finger grazing the cut on her forehead.

"How's you get this shiner?" She lightly poked one of the bruises on her face, just enough to garner a physical reaction. "Also speak up. I can't hear you over the rain." Most days Tua would have moved on but... this was different. She actually had a chance, once in her shitty life to do something good.

Clara yelps, scrambling to get away but just giving up and curling up a lot, she squeaks and tenses at the touch, just staring at the other with wide green eyes, watery with unshed tears.

"Uh- um...it- it was nothing. I just...I just fell."

She says quickly, voice breaking a little. Clara's lying and it's fairly obvious she is, but she's trying her hardest to not tell the stranger about anything.

Her father always said not to tell anyone where the bruises come from because she would hurt him and ruin their lives, and she doesn't want that.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't...um..."

She says, louder now but still wavering and panicked.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

The rain hasn't let up since the afternoon, and it's honestly....really annoying. It's not that Evan hates the rain, but it makes walking to the convenience store much more difficult. He had already stepped into a few puddles, and the feeling of his wet sneakers was really getting to him. Even if he didn't want to go home just yet, the pelting of the rain was really making him consider it.

The sound of someone tripping makes him look over as he passes by an alley, seeing a girl maybe his age or older on the ground. Normally, the best bet was to just ignore it all, sometimes people used others as bait to get mugged, but...

He bit his lip awkwardly, before walking over to the girl and holding his umbrella over her, shoes scuffing the pavement.

"Are you alright?"

It was probably okay, right? He's not a good fighter, but he can definitely run if anything bad happens.

Clara pauses when the rain stops pouring down on her head. She pauses, looking up before she hears the stranger speak. She whirls around.

Her face is a bit bruised, with an old cut that looks to be healing on her forehead. She wipes at the rain water on her face. She's a little relieved to see it's just another kid and not some stranger that could hurt her.

"Um...I'm alright. I just fell."

Clara says softly. Her knees are bleeding now, and she frowns a little to herself at the sight of the blood. She's exhausted and she wishes she could just sleep, but her father told her not to come home and he didn't let her in the morning and she got lost trying to find the middle school.

So now she's here, fairly far into the evening, having walked around the city seemingly all day.

He shuffles in place a bit, before offering a hand up, eyes quickly darting around as if assessing for any other people.

"That's a lot of blood, there's a convenience store down the road."

It is a lot of blood, especially on someone else. As much as he wandered Gotham alone, he never really saw stuff like this up close.

The sky slowly darkens, and Evan feels uneasy being outside while it's raining. Better to just wait it out at a convenience store where someone will at least have a gun. And...

...It's a bit lonely to make the walk himself.

"I'm going there, so I could take you, if you want...?"

Clara hesitantly takes the boys hand, standing. She's very much soaked from the rain, and she has to push her bangs a little so they're not plastered to her face as much.

She pauses at the offer. She checks her pockets briefly before shrugging while staring down at her feet. Her clothes are a little raggedy, but it's hard to tell with all the rain water.

"Um...it's- I don't have any money."

Clara whispers. She doesn't really have any of her things on her, considering she didn't have time to grab her backpack or anything. Maybe it's good she couldn't find the school because she's not sure her teachers would be happy with her lack of supplies.

Evan makes a face, grimacing a bit before realizing how that comes across and quickly smoothing it over into neutrality again. He lets out a breath through his teeth, before turning away and quickly opening a raggy pouch, counting out the change he had.

Five....Seven...Ten. He really needs to accept doing essays instead of just homework. Closing the pouch and pocketing it again, he turns back to the girl.

"I'll pay." He could get by without a snack today. Hopefully his parents won't be back when he gets home, then he can snag something from the fridge.

"Oh um...okay, if you're sure. I can try to pay you back when I...when I get back home."

Or if her Dad even lets her back home. Clara's only been messing things up since they got to Gotham, and he always complains that she's gonna be the reason he loses his job and they end up homeless. She hopes the bandaids aren't too much money, and that she can steal it without him noticing.

"I'm Clara...Whats...your name?"

She quietly asks the boy, moving to wrap her arms around herself. She doesn't know if he wants to be her friend or not...but she likes to at least be polite and friendly, even when she looks like a wreck and is taking his money.

"Evan." He replies, gesturing for her to come along before walking. She seems harmless enough, and it's not like anyone can do anything with a first name.

"I'm ten. I go to the school over there."

He points in the general direction of his school, away from where the two are walking to. Mentally, he tries to weigh the pros and cons of maybe stealing a candy bar, or two. He's not normally the type, but money has been tight recently, and his parents might be too upset to make him anything.

Not the type to strike conversation, he lapses into silence.

"Oh...I'm 12...I'm in the middle school by my house but I...I don't know the city very well. We moved recently."

She responds hesitantly, she stares at her feet as they walk, seeming nervous and shy maybe. Clara's mostly the quiet type if she can help it, keeping to herself and keeping out of everyone else's business. If she can help it, Clara likes to keep the attention away from herself. If she blends in with the surroundings she can't bother anyone.

Clara pulls at her sleeves a little, fidgeting with them. Coast City was much easier to navigate than Gotham, she swears theres nooks and crannies in this city everywhere. She knows the place is dangerous at least, but Clara isn't sure if there's a place or city that isn't dangerous. Green Lantern fights, though not as common, did happen a lot.

Evan nods, not surprised by her statement. It's not quite out of the blue, most Gotham kids weren't as quick to trust anyone, even other kids, especially at this hour.

"That makes sense. I'd recommend going to one of the public libraries, then. They're the safest place to camp out, shelters and kitchens fill up quicker and fights are more likely to happen there."

He stops in front of a 7-Eleven, the sign flickering just-so that it reads '7 El', instead. The glass doors let light flood onto the darker street, casting light and shadow over the two children, rain still pouring down. He gestures flatly for Clara to go first, looking behind him as if someone would pop out to attack at any moment.

Clara pauses, frowning at that and hesitating.

"I'm...I'm not homeless- I- I live with my Dad. I just...got lost. Wasn't supposed to sleep at home last night, and he- he forgot. But that's okay, he works late, he was probably resting."

Clara says with a small shrug. She understands that it's hard to take care of her as well as working two low paying jobs. Clara knows she's difficult. Even her mother thought so when she was alive.

She walks inside, trying to wipe her sneakers on the mat by the front, though considering how wet she is by now it's not helping. She brushes her bangs out of her face, then looks back at Evan briefly. She's not really sure what to get since it's not her money.

Evan blinks, wrong-footed. Had he assumed wrong? Based on the fact she was just wandering alone, he thought that Clara was like him, camping out in the city and delaying going home as much as possible. That's...really embarrassing, actually.

Flustered, all he does is give a short nod, before stepping past her to enter. He grabs a pack of bandaids ('The colorful ones are too expensive, just get the 16 pack one, you can half it and keep the rest later.'), and a small bag of chips, deftly shoving a few pieces of candy up his sleeve.

He pays for the bandages and chips, opening the pack and counting out exactly as many as Clara needed. Evan pauses, before adding two more. He holds them out to her.

Clara just stands by him, not speaking and mostly staring down at her banged up shoes. She doesn't want to bring any attention to herself really, she's used to trying to blend in and usually being able to. She's not sure why Evan even stopped to begin with, really.

Clara takes the bandages, glancing up at him and giving him a weak smile before moving to sit and put the bandages over the wounds, there's some glass in one of her knees so she just picks it out and brushes her knee off a little. It's not exactly the best way, but she doesn't have much and it'll be okay for now.

She bandages her knees and wipes at her face a little.

"Thank you...I can- pay you back for them at some point, if- if I see you again."

Clara says, standing again and stuffing the trash into her pocket to deal with later.

Evan tries to grin, but he sort of just looks like he's baring his teeth awkwardly. He's not used to talking to many people, much less being friendly.

"It's okay. Gotham's a big place. Just...clean the wounds when you get home."

He shuffles, nodding. Was that nice enough? Evan's not too sure how to approach this. Clara seems nice enough, but he doubts he'll be able to see her again.

Clara nods a bit, fiddling with her fingers and not really making eye contact. She's always found eye contact scary and hard to do, but her father always gets upset with her.

"Um...okay. Do you- do you know where Park Row is? I- I live near there but I don't know where we... are..."

She says a bit hesitantly, looking around and sighing. She's not used to being lost so often but Gotham is so different than Coast City and there's so many dark corners and alleyways everywhere. Clara just wants to get home.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Tim didn't usually come out this early in the night. He preferred to wait and go with everyone else, later, when crime really kicked up and there were shadows to hide in. He wasn't sure why he came out early or how exactly he ended up just staring at the coastline.

It was pretty. He didn't even like the sea that much, though he knew Jade did. Whatever. It was pretty.

He did finally turn away and hop to the next rooftop, glancing down at the street for signs of trouble before- wait.

The small shape he saw sitting there made him stop. He dropped down, a good distance in front of her and landing loudly so his arrival was announced. Learned the hard way that you don't startle street kids, they bite.

At first glance the kid was small, older than Dami but younger than Duke or Jade. He frowned a little at her battered state. Not to mention the fact that it was drinking raining, and Gotham rain isn't fun to be out in.

"Hey?"

Clara startles, jumping back a bit and staring up at him with wide eyes. Her face is visibly bruised, and there's a small healing cut on her forehead. Her eyes are a green tone, but she mostly just looks bewildered or scared.

She didn't want to be caught by any vigilantes! She hadn't done anything bad, had she? Her father always tells her that Batman would hurt her if she misbehaved. She supposes she did, considering she's lost and she was supposed to go to school today too.

But Dad didn't let her in when it hit morning to change so she just tried to walk to where she thought the middle school was. But Clara doesn't know Gotham like she knew their small corner of Coast City. So she got lost, and just kept wandering until the sun began to set and it started to rain.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't doing anything bad I swear!"

She cries out, grabbing at her legs and hunching in on herself. Her knees are beginning to bleed more, the blood dripping down her legs.

Tim let himself go really still. He'd known children like this before, mostly through Jason. The worst thing you could do was rush it. He'd learned that the hard way.

"Hey,"

He tried again for a gentle and worried voice.

"You just look like you're hurting. We help people, remember?"

His eyes fell on her bleeding knees and silently asessed the damage. Not that bad, but there was risk of infection, and seeing this kid's already beat-up state there wasn't much use in letting whatever blood she had left in her hit the floor.

"I have bandages and stuff."

"Um...o-okay."

Clara mumbles, watching him cautiously and hugging herself a bit. She bites down on her lip as she considers the offer. Clara doesn't want to upset him, and she supposes she did get hurt. He's a robin though, and they're like Batman's...minions or something.

"Um...um alright. Please don't tell Batman I was here!"

Clara says, sniffling and wiping at her face. She's cold from the rain and she's visibly shaking. Whether that be because of the cold or because she's anxious, she couldn't tell you.

Tim frowned. Looked like the mythos was getting out of hand again. He wished he could tell her that B would do the same as him in this situation, assure her that the famed Bat was also a caring father. But last time he'd tried that the kid had scrambled away with shouts of "Liar!", so he didn't.

"I won't."

He took a pack of gauze from his utility belt and a tube of antibotic, wrapping them in a bit of plastic to keep the water off before slowly and deliberately holding them out.

"I can help you clean and wrap it, but it's okay if you want to do it yourself."

Clara sighs in relief at that. She's just glad she doesn't have to deal with Batman and her father both being angry with her. She at least can try to get around her Dad's anger but Batman's unpredictable and known for breaking bones like it's nothing. Clara's not sure they can afford the medical bills for broken bones, so she's not sure they'd go to the hospital at all.

Scary hypotheticals aside, she watches him and eyes the stuff. She bites down on her lip. Her mother used to help her with that stuff when she was alive but now she mostly hastily wraps things if they bleed, but it's mostly bruises now. She's usually more careful than falling like an idiot on the street.

"Um.. I'd like help if it's okay, sir."

She says softly, her eyes flickering from moving to make eye contact to just staring at his shoes.

Tim smiled. Just a little bit, out of relief.

"Okay. I'm going to come a little closer, okay? I won't hurt you."

His mind drifted to last time he'd moved too suddenly or without announcing it around a scared child. In all honesty, that could've gone worse. With the same amount of honesty; Fricking ow.

He took a few careful steps forward and stopped a little less than arms length in front of her, carefully kneeling to see the scraped knee a little better. Hm. This would be harder to do in the rain, but oh well. Didn't look too bad. Just a little bloody. He took a small cloth out of his belt and put some of the antibiotic on it. First thing would be to clean the scrape.

Clara nods a little, staring down and frowning deeply as she's approached. She doesn't want to move or do anything wrong, so the girl stays very still.

She knows it stings to clean cuts and all, and she's had to disinfect wounds before, not wanting to make more trouble for her father than she already had. Clara bites down on the inside of her cheek but otherwise doesn't make a sound or move much at all.

She watches the vigilante carefully, but tries not to get in his way or anything.

Tim hummed softly as he wiped the blood away. The curb's gravel had torn the skin of her right knee a good bit, and there were things that pointed to other injuries already there that hadn't yet healed. Not the worst he'd seen, but pretty sucky.

He cleaned it as gently as he could and wrappd it in the bandage - tight enough not to fall off and to protect it, but not tight enough to hurt or cut off blood flow - and moved to the left, wincing a little at the sight of the glass. Ouch.

"I'm going to have to pull that stuff out, okay?"

He tugged a pair of tweezers off his belt and held them out so she could see. He knew things like this scared some kids, and he wasn't looking to get bit again. That's why this was usually Jason's part of the job.

"Oh...okay."

Clara mumbles quietly, staring down for now and allowing the vigilante to treat her wounds. It hurts but she only winces a little, she's dealt with far worse pain, she can deal with this type of thing. She just stares down and digs her nails into the palm of her hands.

Her sleeves and clothing are all pretty wet from the rain, the cold of it makes her shiver and she moves to hug herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Robin..."

She whispers to him, pointedly not making any eye contact, she doesn't really know what to do here. With her Father it's easy to know what to do, because she knows what makes him angry and when she's supposed to leave him alone. She knows to listen to him and keep out of the way. With her mother, before she died, it was pretty similar. Other people are harder to read, she always feels lost.

He tugged the glass out as gently as he could and tossed them in a small bag to dispose of later, frowning softly at the sight of her wet clothes and shivering. He slowly moved to take a corner of his cape and hold it out in silent offer of shelter. Lucky choice, he'd brought the waterproof one tonight.

"No problem. You can call me Red if you want. Got anywhere you're trying to go...?"

He hesitated and hummed softly.

"I- I can help you get wherever, I know this place. And if you don't have anywhere I know some safe places that could take you in for a night or two...? Uhm, sorry."

Fricking idiot. That's why this was usually Jason's part of the job.

She winces, but doesn't really let the pain of it show, just biting down on her tongue so she won't make any noise.

"Oh um...okay. Thank you, Mr. Red."

Clara says softly, looking hesitant before shuffling closer to avoid the rain. She pauses and shrugs a little. Clara's not sure, she should get home, but she's not sure if her father will want her back. He said not to come back inside, but that was forever ago and Clara's already been messing things up even more.

"I...I live with my dad, I'm not homeless I just uhm..."

She pauses, shrinking back. Her dad has always told her how important it is she doesn't tell anyone about what he's like or when he does things like this, and that she especially can't trust the police or anything. But vigilantes aren't cops exactly, so maybe that doesn't count?

"My...my dad said I wasn't allowed back inside for the night...but then it- it was morning and I needed to go to school but I couldn't find it and I got lost, so I was just um...walking around I guess. Then it started raining..."

Clara mumbles the last part, grabbing at her jacket and trying to wrap it around herself a bit more, though it's difficult to get any warmth out of the soaked fabric.

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Yeah I get what you mean. My name's Rin, I already know you're Clara, don't ask how I'm just strange like that. It's a hobby of sorts.

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Oh um. That's a concerning hobby.

Okay! I mean, I was already offering. *She hands Clara a vanilla cone.*

Oh um...thank you. I was just making sure...

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// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Jade loved the wind. She loved swinging and feeling wind ruffling her hair, she loved letting it toss her cape in her face and tasting the salt it carried when she stood by the sea. Right then she was swinging, getting a mouthful of salty air as she swing, spluttering when her hair flew in her face and laughing. She loved it so much she almost forgot to look down.

Almost.

When she did look down the laughter stopped. The wind's antics didn't seem as funny anymore in the face of a shaking girl with bleeding knees.

"Hey,"

She called down before she dropped, knowing from her own experience on the streets that it wasn't smart to startle. Always better to announce herself rather than risk scaring a street child. She knew herself, and she was one of them If someone startled her, she would bite.

She landed loud and rolled, stopping a decent ways away from the kid just in case.

Clara jumps, spooked by the movement and all and stares back at the person who just jumped down in front of her. She's definitely banged up, bruises on her face and what seems like a healing cut on her forehead.

She grabs at her torso a little, hugging herself and staring with wide eyes at the person in front of her, almost like she had been caught. She looks around the area. Clara hadn't meant to make a scene or anything and she panics at the scene of what looks like a vigilante.

"Um...I'm sorry- I hadn't meant- I didn't do anything bad!"

She mumbles, voice soft and quiet, like she's trying not to too loud or rude, but definitely panicked and not looking the other in the eyes.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Tua paused as she passed by the girl, her rain boots unintentionally splattering water everywhere. She liked the rain. It was the only thing that actually cleaned the city, mother natures last desperate attempt to salvage the city. It was going to turn torrential soon.

She glanced up at the sky, squinting against the onslaught of water. No one was coming for the kid. Unless Batman was around but it was too early in the day. She checked her phone and supposed she had time to deal with it. She didn’t really like kids, too loud and too unpredictable. But maybe one kid wasn’t that bad. And it wasn’t safe, especially for a young girl.

“Hey-“ She kicked lightly at the kid’s back, not even enough to hurt, just enough to startle. “It’s rainin’” That much was obvious, what did kids even like talking about?

Clara flinches harshly at that, lurching backwards and looking up at the girl with wide eyes. Her face is bruised, a cut on her forehead as well, but those seem to be healing. Older wounds. Her knees are the ones that are bleeding right now.

"Um...I- I know?"

Clara says, confused by the observation. She curls into herself a bit. The girl seems to be protecting herself. Cautious.

Usually she's better at not interacting with strangers, but if she's not sure if she has the energy or will to run right now, too exhausted from walking all day instead of going to school. She's not even sure where she is right now.

"So get under a stoop or somthin'" Tua frowned. Kid was going to get hypothermia or something. "Or go home. Or jus' literally anythin' tha's not like- in a gutta?" She wasn't the easiest to understand, her accent some weird mix of Puerto Rican and Brooklyn.

Despite not being that big at all she towered above the girl, her back providing a small break from the rain. "Y'a parents' are gonna be tight if y'a got 'em." She shrugged, Her eyes shifting back and forth, checking.

"I was...I was walking around. I don't know where my house is and my- my Dad says I'm not allowed right now...he- probably doesn't care, but- but I never went to school today because I got lost so he won't- won't be happy about that."

Clara says, her voice is quiet, soft and shaky as she tries to explain herself. She hugs herself and tries to make herself smaller. She hadn't meant to be a bother to anyone. She moves to stand, stumbling a little and catching herself on the wall of the alley.

"I- I'm sorry for bothering you, I'll leave."

Clara says quickly, staring down at her feet and not looking her in the eyes.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Tim didn't usually come out this early in the night. He preferred to wait and go with everyone else, later, when crime really kicked up and there were shadows to hide in. He wasn't sure why he came out early or how exactly he ended up just staring at the coastline.

It was pretty. He didn't even like the sea that much, though he knew Jade did. Whatever. It was pretty.

He did finally turn away and hop to the next rooftop, glancing down at the street for signs of trouble before- wait.

The small shape he saw sitting there made him stop. He dropped down, a good distance in front of her and landing loudly so his arrival was announced. Learned the hard way that you don't startle street kids, they bite.

At first glance the kid was small, older than Dami but younger than Duke or Jade. He frowned a little at her battered state. Not to mention the fact that it was drinking raining, and Gotham rain isn't fun to be out in.

"Hey?"

Clara startles, jumping back a bit and staring up at him with wide eyes. Her face is visibly bruised, and there's a small healing cut on her forehead. Her eyes are a green tone, but she mostly just looks bewildered or scared.

She didn't want to be caught by any vigilantes! She hadn't done anything bad, had she? Her father always tells her that Batman would hurt her if she misbehaved. She supposes she did, considering she's lost and she was supposed to go to school today too.

But Dad didn't let her in when it hit morning to change so she just tried to walk to where she thought the middle school was. But Clara doesn't know Gotham like she knew their small corner of Coast City. So she got lost, and just kept wandering until the sun began to set and it started to rain.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't doing anything bad I swear!"

She cries out, grabbing at her legs and hunching in on herself. Her knees are beginning to bleed more, the blood dripping down her legs.

Tim let himself go really still. He'd known children like this before, mostly through Jason. The worst thing you could do was rush it. He'd learned that the hard way.

"Hey,"

He tried again for a gentle and worried voice.

"You just look like you're hurting. We help people, remember?"

His eyes fell on her bleeding knees and silently asessed the damage. Not that bad, but there was risk of infection, and seeing this kid's already beat-up state there wasn't much use in letting whatever blood she had left in her hit the floor.

"I have bandages and stuff."

"Um...o-okay."

Clara mumbles, watching him cautiously and hugging herself a bit. She bites down on her lip as she considers the offer. Clara doesn't want to upset him, and she supposes she did get hurt. He's a robin though, and they're like Batman's...minions or something.

"Um...um alright. Please don't tell Batman I was here!"

Clara says, sniffling and wiping at her face. She's cold from the rain and she's visibly shaking. Whether that be because of the cold or because she's anxious, she couldn't tell you.

Tim frowned. Looked like the mythos was getting out of hand again. He wished he could tell her that B would do the same as him in this situation, assure her that the famed Bat was also a caring father. But last time he'd tried that the kid had scrambled away with shouts of "Liar!", so he didn't.

"I won't."

He took a pack of gauze from his utility belt and a tube of antibotic, wrapping them in a bit of plastic to keep the water off before slowly and deliberately holding them out.

"I can help you clean and wrap it, but it's okay if you want to do it yourself."

Clara sighs in relief at that. She's just glad she doesn't have to deal with Batman and her father both being angry with her. She at least can try to get around her Dad's anger but Batman's unpredictable and known for breaking bones like it's nothing. Clara's not sure they can afford the medical bills for broken bones, so she's not sure they'd go to the hospital at all.

Scary hypotheticals aside, she watches him and eyes the stuff. She bites down on her lip. Her mother used to help her with that stuff when she was alive but now she mostly hastily wraps things if they bleed, but it's mostly bruises now. She's usually more careful than falling like an idiot on the street.

"Um.. I'd like help if it's okay, sir."

She says softly, her eyes flickering from moving to make eye contact to just staring at his shoes.

Tim smiled. Just a little bit, out of relief.

"Okay. I'm going to come a little closer, okay? I won't hurt you."

His mind drifted to last time he'd moved too suddenly or without announcing it around a scared child. In all honesty, that could've gone worse. With the same amount of honesty; Fricking ow.

He took a few careful steps forward and stopped a little less than arms length in front of her, carefully kneeling to see the scraped knee a little better. Hm. This would be harder to do in the rain, but oh well. Didn't look too bad. Just a little bloody. He took a small cloth out of his belt and put some of the antibiotic on it. First thing would be to clean the scrape.

Clara nods a little, staring down and frowning deeply as she's approached. She doesn't want to move or do anything wrong, so the girl stays very still.

She knows it stings to clean cuts and all, and she's had to disinfect wounds before, not wanting to make more trouble for her father than she already had. Clara bites down on the inside of her cheek but otherwise doesn't make a sound or move much at all.

She watches the vigilante carefully, but tries not to get in his way or anything.

Tim hummed softly as he wiped the blood away. The curb's gravel had torn the skin of her right knee a good bit, and there were things that pointed to other injuries already there that hadn't yet healed. Not the worst he'd seen, but pretty sucky.

He cleaned it as gently as he could and wrappd it in the bandage - tight enough not to fall off and to protect it, but not tight enough to hurt or cut off blood flow - and moved to the left, wincing a little at the sight of the glass. Ouch.

"I'm going to have to pull that stuff out, okay?"

He tugged a pair of tweezers off his belt and held them out so she could see. He knew things like this scared some kids, and he wasn't looking to get bit again. That's why this was usually Jason's part of the job.

"Oh...okay."

Clara mumbles quietly, staring down for now and allowing the vigilante to treat her wounds. It hurts but she only winces a little, she's dealt with far worse pain, she can deal with this type of thing. She just stares down and digs her nails into the palm of her hands.

Her sleeves and clothing are all pretty wet from the rain, the cold of it makes her shiver and she moves to hug herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Robin..."

She whispers to him, pointedly not making any eye contact, she doesn't really know what to do here. With her Father it's easy to know what to do, because she knows what makes him angry and when she's supposed to leave him alone. She knows to listen to him and keep out of the way. With her mother, before she died, it was pretty similar. Other people are harder to read, she always feels lost.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

The rain hasn't let up since the afternoon, and it's honestly....really annoying. It's not that Evan hates the rain, but it makes walking to the convenience store much more difficult. He had already stepped into a few puddles, and the feeling of his wet sneakers was really getting to him. Even if he didn't want to go home just yet, the pelting of the rain was really making him consider it.

The sound of someone tripping makes him look over as he passes by an alley, seeing a girl maybe his age or older on the ground. Normally, the best bet was to just ignore it all, sometimes people used others as bait to get mugged, but...

He bit his lip awkwardly, before walking over to the girl and holding his umbrella over her, shoes scuffing the pavement.

"Are you alright?"

It was probably okay, right? He's not a good fighter, but he can definitely run if anything bad happens.

Clara pauses when the rain stops pouring down on her head. She pauses, looking up before she hears the stranger speak. She whirls around.

Her face is a bit bruised, with an old cut that looks to be healing on her forehead. She wipes at the rain water on her face. She's a little relieved to see it's just another kid and not some stranger that could hurt her.

"Um...I'm alright. I just fell."

Clara says softly. Her knees are bleeding now, and she frowns a little to herself at the sight of the blood. She's exhausted and she wishes she could just sleep, but her father told her not to come home and he didn't let her in the morning and she got lost trying to find the middle school.

So now she's here, fairly far into the evening, having walked around the city seemingly all day.

He shuffles in place a bit, before offering a hand up, eyes quickly darting around as if assessing for any other people.

"That's a lot of blood, there's a convenience store down the road."

It is a lot of blood, especially on someone else. As much as he wandered Gotham alone, he never really saw stuff like this up close.

The sky slowly darkens, and Evan feels uneasy being outside while it's raining. Better to just wait it out at a convenience store where someone will at least have a gun. And...

...It's a bit lonely to make the walk himself.

"I'm going there, so I could take you, if you want...?"

Clara hesitantly takes the boys hand, standing. She's very much soaked from the rain, and she has to push her bangs a little so they're not plastered to her face as much.

She pauses at the offer. She checks her pockets briefly before shrugging while staring down at her feet. Her clothes are a little raggedy, but it's hard to tell with all the rain water.

"Um...it's- I don't have any money."

Clara whispers. She doesn't really have any of her things on her, considering she didn't have time to grab her backpack or anything. Maybe it's good she couldn't find the school because she's not sure her teachers would be happy with her lack of supplies.

Evan makes a face, grimacing a bit before realizing how that comes across and quickly smoothing it over into neutrality again. He lets out a breath through his teeth, before turning away and quickly opening a raggy pouch, counting out the change he had.

Five....Seven...Ten. He really needs to accept doing essays instead of just homework. Closing the pouch and pocketing it again, he turns back to the girl.

"I'll pay." He could get by without a snack today. Hopefully his parents won't be back when he gets home, then he can snag something from the fridge.

"Oh um...okay, if you're sure. I can try to pay you back when I...when I get back home."

Or if her Dad even lets her back home. Clara's only been messing things up since they got to Gotham, and he always complains that she's gonna be the reason he loses his job and they end up homeless. She hopes the bandaids aren't too much money, and that she can steal it without him noticing.

"I'm Clara...Whats...your name?"

She quietly asks the boy, moving to wrap her arms around herself. She doesn't know if he wants to be her friend or not...but she likes to at least be polite and friendly, even when she looks like a wreck and is taking his money.

"Evan." He replies, gesturing for her to come along before walking. She seems harmless enough, and it's not like anyone can do anything with a first name.

"I'm ten. I go to the school over there."

He points in the general direction of his school, away from where the two are walking to. Mentally, he tries to weigh the pros and cons of maybe stealing a candy bar, or two. He's not normally the type, but money has been tight recently, and his parents might be too upset to make him anything.

Not the type to strike conversation, he lapses into silence.

"Oh...I'm 12...I'm in the middle school by my house but I...I don't know the city very well. We moved recently."

She responds hesitantly, she stares at her feet as they walk, seeming nervous and shy maybe. Clara's mostly the quiet type if she can help it, keeping to herself and keeping out of everyone else's business. If she can help it, Clara likes to keep the attention away from herself. If she blends in with the surroundings she can't bother anyone.

Clara pulls at her sleeves a little, fidgeting with them. Coast City was much easier to navigate than Gotham, she swears theres nooks and crannies in this city everywhere. She knows the place is dangerous at least, but Clara isn't sure if there's a place or city that isn't dangerous. Green Lantern fights, though not as common, did happen a lot.

Evan nods, not surprised by her statement. It's not quite out of the blue, most Gotham kids weren't as quick to trust anyone, even other kids, especially at this hour.

"That makes sense. I'd recommend going to one of the public libraries, then. They're the safest place to camp out, shelters and kitchens fill up quicker and fights are more likely to happen there."

He stops in front of a 7-Eleven, the sign flickering just-so that it reads '7 El', instead. The glass doors let light flood onto the darker street, casting light and shadow over the two children, rain still pouring down. He gestures flatly for Clara to go first, looking behind him as if someone would pop out to attack at any moment.

Clara pauses, frowning at that and hesitating.

"I'm...I'm not homeless- I- I live with my Dad. I just...got lost. Wasn't supposed to sleep at home last night, and he- he forgot. But that's okay, he works late, he was probably resting."

Clara says with a small shrug. She understands that it's hard to take care of her as well as working two low paying jobs. Clara knows she's difficult. Even her mother thought so when she was alive.

She walks inside, trying to wipe her sneakers on the mat by the front, though considering how wet she is by now it's not helping. She brushes her bangs out of her face, then looks back at Evan briefly. She's not really sure what to get since it's not her money.

Evan blinks, wrong-footed. Had he assumed wrong? Based on the fact she was just wandering alone, he thought that Clara was like him, camping out in the city and delaying going home as much as possible. That's...really embarrassing, actually.

Flustered, all he does is give a short nod, before stepping past her to enter. He grabs a pack of bandaids ('The colorful ones are too expensive, just get the 16 pack one, you can half it and keep the rest later.'), and a small bag of chips, deftly shoving a few pieces of candy up his sleeve.

He pays for the bandages and chips, opening the pack and counting out exactly as many as Clara needed. Evan pauses, before adding two more. He holds them out to her.

Clara just stands by him, not speaking and mostly staring down at her banged up shoes. She doesn't want to bring any attention to herself really, she's used to trying to blend in and usually being able to. She's not sure why Evan even stopped to begin with, really.

Clara takes the bandages, glancing up at him and giving him a weak smile before moving to sit and put the bandages over the wounds, there's some glass in one of her knees so she just picks it out and brushes her knee off a little. It's not exactly the best way, but she doesn't have much and it'll be okay for now.

She bandages her knees and wipes at her face a little.

"Thank you...I can- pay you back for them at some point, if- if I see you again."

Clara says, standing again and stuffing the trash into her pocket to deal with later.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

Tim didn't usually come out this early in the night. He preferred to wait and go with everyone else, later, when crime really kicked up and there were shadows to hide in. He wasn't sure why he came out early or how exactly he ended up just staring at the coastline.

It was pretty. He didn't even like the sea that much, though he knew Jade did. Whatever. It was pretty.

He did finally turn away and hop to the next rooftop, glancing down at the street for signs of trouble before- wait.

The small shape he saw sitting there made him stop. He dropped down, a good distance in front of her and landing loudly so his arrival was announced. Learned the hard way that you don't startle street kids, they bite.

At first glance the kid was small, older than Dami but younger than Duke or Jade. He frowned a little at her battered state. Not to mention the fact that it was drinking raining, and Gotham rain isn't fun to be out in.

"Hey?"

Clara startles, jumping back a bit and staring up at him with wide eyes. Her face is visibly bruised, and there's a small healing cut on her forehead. Her eyes are a green tone, but she mostly just looks bewildered or scared.

She didn't want to be caught by any vigilantes! She hadn't done anything bad, had she? Her father always tells her that Batman would hurt her if she misbehaved. She supposes she did, considering she's lost and she was supposed to go to school today too.

But Dad didn't let her in when it hit morning to change so she just tried to walk to where she thought the middle school was. But Clara doesn't know Gotham like she knew their small corner of Coast City. So she got lost, and just kept wandering until the sun began to set and it started to rain.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't doing anything bad I swear!"

She cries out, grabbing at her legs and hunching in on herself. Her knees are beginning to bleed more, the blood dripping down her legs.

Tim let himself go really still. He'd known children like this before, mostly through Jason. The worst thing you could do was rush it. He'd learned that the hard way.

"Hey,"

He tried again for a gentle and worried voice.

"You just look like you're hurting. We help people, remember?"

His eyes fell on her bleeding knees and silently asessed the damage. Not that bad, but there was risk of infection, and seeing this kid's already beat-up state there wasn't much use in letting whatever blood she had left in her hit the floor.

"I have bandages and stuff."

"Um...o-okay."

Clara mumbles, watching him cautiously and hugging herself a bit. She bites down on her lip as she considers the offer. Clara doesn't want to upset him, and she supposes she did get hurt. He's a robin though, and they're like Batman's...minions or something.

"Um...um alright. Please don't tell Batman I was here!"

Clara says, sniffling and wiping at her face. She's cold from the rain and she's visibly shaking. Whether that be because of the cold or because she's anxious, she couldn't tell you.

Tim frowned. Looked like the mythos was getting out of hand again. He wished he could tell her that B would do the same as him in this situation, assure her that the famed Bat was also a caring father. But last time he'd tried that the kid had scrambled away with shouts of "Liar!", so he didn't.

"I won't."

He took a pack of gauze from his utility belt and a tube of antibotic, wrapping them in a bit of plastic to keep the water off before slowly and deliberately holding them out.

"I can help you clean and wrap it, but it's okay if you want to do it yourself."

Clara sighs in relief at that. She's just glad she doesn't have to deal with Batman and her father both being angry with her. She at least can try to get around her Dad's anger but Batman's unpredictable and known for breaking bones like it's nothing. Clara's not sure they can afford the medical bills for broken bones, so she's not sure they'd go to the hospital at all.

Scary hypotheticals aside, she watches him and eyes the stuff. She bites down on her lip. Her mother used to help her with that stuff when she was alive but now she mostly hastily wraps things if they bleed, but it's mostly bruises now. She's usually more careful than falling like an idiot on the street.

"Um.. I'd like help if it's okay, sir."

She says softly, her eyes flickering from moving to make eye contact to just staring at his shoes.

Tim smiled. Just a little bit, out of relief.

"Okay. I'm going to come a little closer, okay? I won't hurt you."

His mind drifted to last time he'd moved too suddenly or without announcing it around a scared child. In all honesty, that could've gone worse. With the same amount of honesty; Fricking ow.

He took a few careful steps forward and stopped a little less than arms length in front of her, carefully kneeling to see the scraped knee a little better. Hm. This would be harder to do in the rain, but oh well. Didn't look too bad. Just a little bloody. He took a small cloth out of his belt and put some of the antibiotic on it. First thing would be to clean the scrape.

Clara nods a little, staring down and frowning deeply as she's approached. She doesn't want to move or do anything wrong, so the girl stays very still.

She knows it stings to clean cuts and all, and she's had to disinfect wounds before, not wanting to make more trouble for her father than she already had. Clara bites down on the inside of her cheek but otherwise doesn't make a sound or move much at all.

She watches the vigilante carefully, but tries not to get in his way or anything.

// OPEN RP STARTER (free for anyone to interact)

cw: child abuse, injury, physical abuse

There's a small girl walking around the streets of Gotham. Her face is bruised; her hair is brown and short. She's been walking for a while now and she's very tired. Clara doesn't like Gotham that much, it's different from Coast City and she misses home. She misses her mother too, despite it all.

Clara is hungry and exhausted, her father wouldn't let her into the house last night, so she's been wandering for a while. It's raining out and she can feel the water soaking into her jacket and shirt. She's cold now.

It all comes to a head though when she trips over a curb and falls down onto the sidewalk right near an alley. She hisses, looking down at her knees, they always tend to be bruised, but now her right knee is skinned and bleeding and she thinks she has glass imbedded in her left knee. She hates how dirty Gotham is, and she can't help the tears that spring to her eyes, but she tries to push it down and away.

The rain hasn't let up since the afternoon, and it's honestly....really annoying. It's not that Evan hates the rain, but it makes walking to the convenience store much more difficult. He had already stepped into a few puddles, and the feeling of his wet sneakers was really getting to him. Even if he didn't want to go home just yet, the pelting of the rain was really making him consider it.

The sound of someone tripping makes him look over as he passes by an alley, seeing a girl maybe his age or older on the ground. Normally, the best bet was to just ignore it all, sometimes people used others as bait to get mugged, but...

He bit his lip awkwardly, before walking over to the girl and holding his umbrella over her, shoes scuffing the pavement.

"Are you alright?"

It was probably okay, right? He's not a good fighter, but he can definitely run if anything bad happens.

Clara pauses when the rain stops pouring down on her head. She pauses, looking up before she hears the stranger speak. She whirls around.

Her face is a bit bruised, with an old cut that looks to be healing on her forehead. She wipes at the rain water on her face. She's a little relieved to see it's just another kid and not some stranger that could hurt her.

"Um...I'm alright. I just fell."

Clara says softly. Her knees are bleeding now, and she frowns a little to herself at the sight of the blood. She's exhausted and she wishes she could just sleep, but her father told her not to come home and he didn't let her in the morning and she got lost trying to find the middle school.

So now she's here, fairly far into the evening, having walked around the city seemingly all day.

He shuffles in place a bit, before offering a hand up, eyes quickly darting around as if assessing for any other people.

"That's a lot of blood, there's a convenience store down the road."

It is a lot of blood, especially on someone else. As much as he wandered Gotham alone, he never really saw stuff like this up close.

The sky slowly darkens, and Evan feels uneasy being outside while it's raining. Better to just wait it out at a convenience store where someone will at least have a gun. And...

...It's a bit lonely to make the walk himself.

"I'm going there, so I could take you, if you want...?"

Clara hesitantly takes the boys hand, standing. She's very much soaked from the rain, and she has to push her bangs a little so they're not plastered to her face as much.

She pauses at the offer. She checks her pockets briefly before shrugging while staring down at her feet. Her clothes are a little raggedy, but it's hard to tell with all the rain water.

"Um...it's- I don't have any money."

Clara whispers. She doesn't really have any of her things on her, considering she didn't have time to grab her backpack or anything. Maybe it's good she couldn't find the school because she's not sure her teachers would be happy with her lack of supplies.

Evan makes a face, grimacing a bit before realizing how that comes across and quickly smoothing it over into neutrality again. He lets out a breath through his teeth, before turning away and quickly opening a raggy pouch, counting out the change he had.

Five....Seven...Ten. He really needs to accept doing essays instead of just homework. Closing the pouch and pocketing it again, he turns back to the girl.

"I'll pay." He could get by without a snack today. Hopefully his parents won't be back when he gets home, then he can snag something from the fridge.

"Oh um...okay, if you're sure. I can try to pay you back when I...when I get back home."

Or if her Dad even lets her back home. Clara's only been messing things up since they got to Gotham, and he always complains that she's gonna be the reason he loses his job and they end up homeless. She hopes the bandaids aren't too much money, and that she can steal it without him noticing.

"I'm Clara...Whats...your name?"

She quietly asks the boy, moving to wrap her arms around herself. She doesn't know if he wants to be her friend or not...but she likes to at least be polite and friendly, even when she looks like a wreck and is taking his money.

"Evan." He replies, gesturing for her to come along before walking. She seems harmless enough, and it's not like anyone can do anything with a first name.

"I'm ten. I go to the school over there."

He points in the general direction of his school, away from where the two are walking to. Mentally, he tries to weigh the pros and cons of maybe stealing a candy bar, or two. He's not normally the type, but money has been tight recently, and his parents might be too upset to make him anything.

Not the type to strike conversation, he lapses into silence.

"Oh...I'm 12...I'm in the middle school by my house but I...I don't know the city very well. We moved recently."

She responds hesitantly, she stares at her feet as they walk, seeming nervous and shy maybe. Clara's mostly the quiet type if she can help it, keeping to herself and keeping out of everyone else's business. If she can help it, Clara likes to keep the attention away from herself. If she blends in with the surroundings she can't bother anyone.

Clara pulls at her sleeves a little, fidgeting with them. Coast City was much easier to navigate than Gotham, she swears theres nooks and crannies in this city everywhere. She knows the place is dangerous at least, but Clara isn't sure if there's a place or city that isn't dangerous. Green Lantern fights, though not as common, did happen a lot.

Evan nods, not surprised by her statement. It's not quite out of the blue, most Gotham kids weren't as quick to trust anyone, even other kids, especially at this hour.

"That makes sense. I'd recommend going to one of the public libraries, then. They're the safest place to camp out, shelters and kitchens fill up quicker and fights are more likely to happen there."

He stops in front of a 7-Eleven, the sign flickering just-so that it reads '7 El', instead. The glass doors let light flood onto the darker street, casting light and shadow over the two children, rain still pouring down. He gestures flatly for Clara to go first, looking behind him as if someone would pop out to attack at any moment.

Clara pauses, frowning at that and hesitating.

"I'm...I'm not homeless- I- I live with my Dad. I just...got lost. Wasn't supposed to sleep at home last night, and he- he forgot. But that's okay, he works late, he was probably resting."

Clara says with a small shrug. She understands that it's hard to take care of her as well as working two low paying jobs. Clara knows she's difficult. Even her mother thought so when she was alive.

She walks inside, trying to wipe her sneakers on the mat by the front, though considering how wet she is by now it's not helping. She brushes her bangs out of her face, then looks back at Evan briefly. She's not really sure what to get since it's not her money.