[ Dick leans back in his chair, listening, even as a faint frown crawls over his forehead and narrows his eyes. ]
She said she's worried about it malfunctioning?
[ The rest of it he absorbs, sipping thoughtfully at his coffee before he shifts forward again and sets the mug down so he can cross his arms on the tabletop. When he meets his double's brown eyes, his own blue ones are steady. ]
Having been in about a million fights with Barbara Gordon — this Barbara Gordon — let me give you a little... context, maybe. Call it advice if you want.
First, the back thing... look, you and me, and everyone else who knows her and cares about her, we're all always gonna worry, right? Just like we'll worry about each other — you included, by the way. But Babs is built different. She's got more grit than anyone I've ever known, and I know a lot of heroes. Even if that thing malfunctioned, she'd have found a way out. I'd keep anything she told you about the implant to myself, though. It's not her favorite topic in the world.
Second...
[ He toys with his mug for a minute, trying to figure out how to put all this into words. ]
You guys barely know each other. We barely know each other, and we have the same name and at least some of the same background, you know? Take it easy on yourself. We've all gotta build up some trust, get to know each other.
And Babs... she'll be the best and most loyal ally you could ever want when you get there, but she won't ever hesitate to knock your head against a wall if she thinks you need it. She doesn't wear kid gloves, no matter how nice she can be. Believe me, I've been on the receiving end, too.
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She said she's worried about it malfunctioning?
[ The rest of it he absorbs, sipping thoughtfully at his coffee before he shifts forward again and sets the mug down so he can cross his arms on the tabletop. When he meets his double's brown eyes, his own blue ones are steady. ]
Having been in about a million fights with Barbara Gordon — this Barbara Gordon — let me give you a little... context, maybe. Call it advice if you want.
First, the back thing... look, you and me, and everyone else who knows her and cares about her, we're all always gonna worry, right? Just like we'll worry about each other — you included, by the way. But Babs is built different. She's got more grit than anyone I've ever known, and I know a lot of heroes. Even if that thing malfunctioned, she'd have found a way out. I'd keep anything she told you about the implant to myself, though. It's not her favorite topic in the world.
Second...
[ He toys with his mug for a minute, trying to figure out how to put all this into words. ]
You guys barely know each other. We barely know each other, and we have the same name and at least some of the same background, you know? Take it easy on yourself. We've all gotta build up some trust, get to know each other.
And Babs... she'll be the best and most loyal ally you could ever want when you get there, but she won't ever hesitate to knock your head against a wall if she thinks you need it. She doesn't wear kid gloves, no matter how nice she can be. Believe me, I've been on the receiving end, too.