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Peter Pan flew toward what he thought was the Second Star to the Right, although it was hard to tell, due to the heavy fog and thick clouds. He soon found himself flying toward the blinking light top of a sky scraper. He hadn't seen such architecture before back in 1900's London. Confused, he landed softly in an alleyway, dusting off the golden Pixie Dust that coated his green outfit. "Well, this is new, and what a strange new place it is!"

Robin was out on a solo patrol. There was a few villains that had needed to be put back Arkham. And so, Robin was stuck on patrol duty while everyone else got to fight real villains. This irritated him greatly. Robin jumped between two roofs, noticing a peculiar figure in the alley below. Perhaps it was a new villain. This excited him as he jumped down into the alley, his cape pooling around his crouched figure when he landed.

Just to clarify, did Damian land in front of Pan, behind Pan? Would he be aware of Robin's presence?

((In front of so pretty obvious))

Pan's eyes were still adjusting to this newfound darkness - as the stars did not illuminate the light as they did back home. He narrowed his eyes as she spotted a shape drop down from the heavens and land before him. It was a small shape, a boy? Why would a boy be running around at night? Then again, the immortal reminded himself that he himself was a boy running around at night unsupervised. "Hello?" He called out, trying rather hard to make out the boy's face in the shadows.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" Robin demanded in a regal tone. His mask was adjusted for seeing in dark alleys and he could make out the figure now. The person looked like a teenager who was trying to dress up. Perhaps to fight crime? Unlikely but possible. Oh no... Robin cringed slightly seeing the pixie boots.

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Peter giggled slightly, "I'm Peter Pan!" He said, assuming his signature pose. "And I...appear to be lost. I was headed toward the Second Star to the...wait..I can't even see my star anymore!" He exclaimed, pointing to the spot in the sky where Neverland should have been. Peter knew nothing of aliens, but what he said would have made one think he was one, having come from the Stars like Clark and J'onn had. "And...who might you be?"

Robin raised an eyebrow though it couldn't be seen because of his mask. "Peter Pan? Never heard of you. I'll have to ask Superman," He noted. "It should be obvious who I am. I am Robin!" His R badge glittered in the street light. He took his own stance which wasn't that different from Peter's but more on the defensive side.

Peter frowned, how has a child never heard of him? Mothers told their children of him when they were still small. Strange. This was all so strange. "Where....am I?" Pan asked in a small, childish, scared voice. "Please, help me." would he age, without Neverland's protection, would he...grow up? He shuddered at the idea of going to the office, working his life away in a cubicle. Worse, being drafted off to war. He only knew how to sword fight. His archery was poor and needed improving. But guns? Fighting armies opposed to Hook's pathetic pirates? No, he wouldn't survive. And if Peter Pan did anything, he survived, no, this was not good. He never fails. He can't. What of the Lost Boys? What of Tink? Would he ever see Never Never Land again?! He made a very worried expression.

Robin frowned. "You're in Gotham city, New York. Worst place you could land yourself because of the crime." He said. He wondered why Peter was getting upset. And why did it seem like he should know who this Peter is? Of course being raised in the league of assassins didn't help at all. "I suggest you come with me"

He nodded vigorously. "Okay." He said, walking closer to Robin. Did he say c r i m e? He gulped, he slowly reached out to grab Robin's hand, not feeling so cocky anymore in an unknown land - he knew of York in England, but not this...New York - and was rather frightened. He slowly interlocked his fingers with Robin's. He was nervous, wondering how the younger masked boy would react.

Robin stood frozen for a moment, surprised. He would've preferred travel by grapple gun, but given the current situation the R-cycle would have to do. Robin pushed a button on his belt to send a remote signal to have his R-cycle come to their location. It would only take a couple minutes.

Peter was now obviously holding Robin's hand, looked at him. He had a mask and a cute outfit. Was it Halloween? He didn't understand what was going on at all. Gotham, New York, costumes, strange building, no Second Star... He exhaled, he just wished that he wouldn't age anymore. He already had went from 13 to 14 due to his constant traveling from Neverland. He didn't want to grow up, but he wouldn't mind staying in this strange place for a while. Perhaps it could be his grand adventure he'd brag about back to the Lost Boys when he got home, whenever that would be.

Robin restrained from moving away. It was clear the Peter was confused, and if holding hands helped it, then so be it. Not that Robin minded that much. Soon Robin's R-cycle pulled up next to them. Robin glanced at Peter waiting for his reaction.

Peter's eyes became wide as saucers. It looked like a bicycle, but it moved on it's own. It was sleek and shiny and he wanted one. "Are we...riding that back to your place?" Peter asked, a bit nervous. He had never ridden anything, horse or otherwise. He always flew places. But seeing as he was out of pixie dust...he had no choice.

"Yes we are," Robin said letting go of Peter's hand so he could get onto his R-cycle. "Get on behind me and put your arms around my waist," As awkward as it sounded to Robin, it was obvious Peter needed this kind of explaining.

Pan's face burned red as he did what he was told, hugging Robin tightly. "Oh...okay. I'm," he gulped, "Ready." He hoped they didn't crash. To die would be an awful waste of a potentially great adventure.* He really didn't want to grow up, but dying was a bigger no-no. He was Peter Pan, he had to be immortal. Generations of lost children needed him.

*To die will be an awfully big adventure.

Robin smirked, "Trust me. You're going to enjoy this," With those reassuring words, Robin pushed his R-cycle forward. They gained speed quickly. Though Robin kept it under 100MPH, since he didn't want to freak Peter out, by going to his normal 150MPH. Buildings were just a blur as Robin expertly avoided crashing. Soon they passed over a bridge heading into what seemed to be like the country.

Where are they headed? I assumed Wayne Manor

Peter's grip tightened as they dashed around Gotham City. His heart pounded against his rib cage, but eventually, he did get use to it. The wind in his hair reminded him of when he flew a bit too fast for his own good. Peter began to laugh, enjoying himself, but foolishly let go of Robin for a second, and began to fall back before quickly grabbing back onto Robin, "Oops." He said, blushing from embarrassment. What? Embarrassed? Peter Pan was NEVER embarrassed, he told himself. Did he care what this Robin thought of him?

((Yep. I can post there first))

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