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[brat]

WHO: bats & co
WHEN: April 30th-ish.
WHERE: Wayne Manor
WHAT: an important meeting.
NOTES\WARNINGS:

( with the announcement comes a need to prepare; one that, unfortunately for most of their group, requires planning together. thus, those from gotham and close associates either receive a ping on their devices, coded with instructions of when to meet up, or - a note left where they'd find it, equally coded, because no one's leaving obvious meeting notes behind.

the manor's massive living space is where everyone settles, rather than the cave. not all of them arrived in uniform, and considering goliath has made himself comfortable and is taking a nap - well. it's best not to disturb him. )

Comments

[cohero]

Funny that she calls him the new boy wonder, when he's obviously older than the other Dick Grayson. It doesn't matter to him either way, but it makes him smile to be called new. He hasn't felt new in a very long time. If anything, life's recent events have made him feel older than ever. This turn in the paycheck might make him wish he were the younger model. Age wears everything down eventually, no matter how perfectly kept the body is-- being injured time and again isn't necessarily perfect for human bodies. Not that any bat would ever complain.

"No, I have plenty on my thought plate. You're right."

Like a dog with a bone. He nailed it, because she's back around and plucking away at the other Barbara's life. It's strange how he continues to fill in the spaces and she is so insistent, when she wouldn't tell him an ounce of information about Jason. Don't people in his world get to have a right to their privacy as well. "Did he? That sounds like him. Barbara has given her dad attacks in plenty of ways. You don't have to know everything about her. It's not really our deal to pick apart people in other time lines is it? I mean, I can tell you I got to know her doing things that were illegal, and you'll have more and more questions. It's only right she gets her privacy, isn't it? Like Jason?"

[her_own_rules]

Barbara raises an eyebrow as he launches into a little reprimand, bringing up the topic return to his Babara while accusing her of it. It's blatantly passive-aggressive—mentioning another thing, on purpose, and telling her she'll want to ask about it but that she shouldn't ask about it. This sudden, unnecessary mention of illegality contrasts his point of not saying things. Or he does it to bother her, to leave it like a thorn in her skin. But if he was trying to score a point for making her stop—for making her not want to ask, or know, or want to know, but not want to ask him about the words coming out his own mouth?

He's won that point.

"Right. Sorry for sharing something about myself, then." Barbara slipped off the arm of the couch with the light grace of a dancer, a fighter; someone used to the air. "We can just keep it all professional and not talk about either of our lives, then. I should get back to working as it is. I'll make sure your name is down with everyone's for those supplies. "

[cohero]

That hadn't been what his intentions were at all, but he was working the room with normal stellar social grace this evening. It was probably best that he grant himself leave before too much else happen. He really didn't know anyone that well anyhow and he'd already done the one thing he'd come to do.

Clothes had exchanged hands, and he was thankful to Damian for the small arsenal that he had. Nodding his head at Barbara's ire, Dick inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Gotcha. You don't have to worry about me. I take care of myself. You take care of the rest." Dick rocked forward out of his chair and with another short acknowledgement to the people he knew, Dick left the exchange all together.

They could meet again on the other side if it came down to it.

[her_own_rules]

Barbara stands there, bare toes in the plush carpet and green eyes narrowed speculatively behind her glasses, watching him push himself up and all but run away from the room. It keeps catching her as a surprise; for all that, this new Dick looks right around the same age as her and Dick; he acts so much younger. This wholesale abandonment of the room and its greater purpose—to them, to every person pulled into this multiverse and now required to bear its stressful unknowns as he just put it—is just another showing of it.

After a moment, she does finally make it back to her computer.
She won't change her mind about the supplies. She never would.


It's what she does. What Oracle does.
Watching out for all the heroes who need it.

Especially the ones twisting in the wind, saying they don't.