[ it's a nifty power-up. not exactly battle-ready, but no less useful. someone less honorable would have made a killing by now fleecing unsuspecting locals, hawking food with questionably-sourced ingredients. ]
my schedule's pretty open. i usually do open session at 8 in one of the buildings by the safehouse, i can meet you after? you're welcome to come by, if you want the practice.
[ does he know what his own power is? she could ask, but it's not really any of her business if he doesn't feel like sharing. ]
[ dick grayson is not going to be caught dead practising in front of others without being competent with his ability. he demands perfection of himself.
you realize this means now we have to have a party.
[ she doesn't entirely need an excuse, but it's nice to pin the blame on someone else, even jokingly.
there is a pinned address sent shortly after. it's an abandoned building a block or so away from the safehouse, with little online records beyond the shop that had once filled its space. it's a good place for people to meet, blow off steam, and practice without prying eyes. ]
let me know when you're heading over, i'll pull open a window for you.
see you. [ parties would only be useful to find like-minded allies. dick is the last of the great conversationalists, inherited from bruce wayne himself.
when dick arrives, he knocks on the door. he's not sneaking around. there's no need for window break ins. ]
[ it's so strange to think that someone who claims jason and damian as family would willingly use the door when a window presented itself for parkour leap-throughs, but here he is, knocking. like a proper, dapper gentleman and everything, even.
she really has missed dick grayson. ]
Come on in.
[ the building isn't much to look at — but that's on purpose. the less interesting from the outside, the less likely they'll have to fend off squatters who might want to claim the place for themselves. ]
So. I'm guessing you didn't come all this way for private tutoring.
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i'm familiar. [ also his brother. technically.
sigh. ]
how long have you been here?
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[ she wonders if this is an interrogation for trustworthiness or just casual conversation. ]
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it is always an interrogation where a bat is involved.
but dick likes to dress his up, too. ]
i have.
did you know the other me?
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[ hilarious, given her future husband's inability to be anything but. ]
i won't hold it against you.
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[ ha ha.............. ]
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[ don't play her for a fool, grayson ]
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[ stop trying to be funny, dick ]
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[ maybe they do. ]
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:)
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does new you still like 2-for-1 drinks as much as old you?
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you pick the time and place. [ a concession he grants because he'll obsessively case wherever she chooses. ]
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[ and daisy has a booth she pays rent on, so. she likes to sit in it. ]
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[ 2 for 1 isn't a bad deal. ]
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[ actually, she might, but daisy doesn't like to give out other people's abilities without their consent. call her old-fashioned. ]
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he likes his better. ]
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[ it's a nifty power-up. not exactly battle-ready, but no less useful. someone less honorable would have made a killing by now fleecing unsuspecting locals, hawking food with questionably-sourced ingredients. ]
guess you'll have to sleuth it out, detective
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[ if he has the time. he's a little busy with his brothers.
and singular. he's got to keep talking to j. ]
when am i meeting you?
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you're welcome to come by, if you want the practice.
[ does he know what his own power is? she could ask, but it's not really any of her business if he doesn't feel like sharing. ]
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[ dick grayson is not going to be caught dead practising in front of others without being competent with his ability. he demands perfection of himself.
especially if there's an audience. ]
seven thirty?
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[ she's met one too many stoic men who prefer to fuck up in private. ]
i can do that. you won't get me tipsy before class, though.
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and let's save that for a real party [ drunk people make bad interrogations. and getting a girl drunk on a first impression isn't good form anyway. ]
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[ she doesn't entirely need an excuse, but it's nice to pin the blame on someone else, even jokingly.
there is a pinned address sent shortly after. it's an abandoned building a block or so away from the safehouse, with little online records beyond the shop that had once filled its space. it's a good place for people to meet, blow off steam, and practice without prying eyes. ]
let me know when you're heading over, i'll pull open a window for you.
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see you. [ parties would only be useful to find like-minded allies. dick is the last of the great conversationalists, inherited from bruce wayne himself.
when dick arrives, he knocks on the door. he's not sneaking around. there's no need for window break ins. ]
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she really has missed dick grayson. ]
Come on in.
[ the building isn't much to look at — but that's on purpose. the less interesting from the outside, the less likely they'll have to fend off squatters who might want to claim the place for themselves. ]
So. I'm guessing you didn't come all this way for private tutoring.
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but when trying to make friends, doors are better.
he glances around. ]
I've got that covered. Thanks, though. [ he only trusts clark with his mistakes. ]
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