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[ he has a few times.

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?

[evite]

not well. we had a few drinks once. he was cute, but a little too serious for me.

[ hilarious, given her future husband's inability to be anything but. ]

i won't hold it against you.

[identifier]

thanks, but you don't have to worry. i'm the trusting type :)

[ ha ha.............. ]

[evite]

nobody who's actually the trusting type says that with a smiley face emoji, dick

[ don't play her for a fool, grayson ]

[identifier]

multiverse is a big place, you never know. miracles happen.

[ stop trying to be funny, dick ]

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do miracles usually use emojis?

[ maybe they do. ]

[identifier]

you tell me

:)

[evite]

on second thought, probably not.
does new you still like 2-for-1 drinks as much as old you?

[identifier]

sources say yes

you pick the time and place. [ a concession he grants because he'll obsessively case wherever she chooses. ]

[evite]

you know we have a bar, right? like, collectively speaking

[ and daisy has a booth she pays rent on, so. she likes to sit in it. ]

[identifier]

i'm more of a coffee guy, but sure

[ 2 for 1 isn't a bad deal. ]

[evite]

bummer. i only know one coffee witch and she doesn't do late-night house calls

[ actually, she might, but daisy doesn't like to give out other people's abilities without their consent. call her old-fashioned. ]

[identifier]

wow, do i want to know? [ coffee powers? that'd be useful.

he likes his better. ]

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you probably do.

[ 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

[identifier]

probably.

[ 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?

[evite]

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. ]

[identifier]

i'd be happy to observe.

[ 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?

[evite]

heard that before. it's not against the rules yet.

[ 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.

[identifier]

noted. [ he'd be sure to disappear if anyone was watching him. dick can explain a lot with the circus. but not after. ]

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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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.

[identifier]

if you need an excuse, sure.

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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[ 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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[ if necessary, he would. he's the og over here. he likes roof access more than windows.

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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What can I do for you, in that case?

[ it's not an interrogation room, but then again, is anywhere really ever not suitable for asking invasive questions under the guise of getting to know someone? ]

Since it's pretty clear you're not here to take me out for drinks, either.

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You know, new guy in town.

[ he could still do drinks. his plan isn't formed yet. dick tends to make it up as he goes along.

he gets there in the end. ]

Inquiring minds and all. Do you get a lot of people coming here? [ or are more of them like him. wanting privacy? ]