[ why else suit up every night, despite everything that happened? he had a lot of grief and anger, not unlike bruce, but that wasn't what pushed him. isn't what pushes him now, working with donna to put together a team instead of pursuing a normal job. gotham needed him, and that was his lifeline. people needed, still need, help -- and he can give it. ]
[ it doesn't take her long to get to dick's room, and she seems pretty proud of herself once she does, and it's because she only tipped the pitcher over enough to spill a little just once. it's fine. she's feeling good about it. she using her foot to shut the door behind her, then slowly moves over to sit by him on the floor, pitcher tight in both hands.
and then she takes a long sip from it, so, so careful not to spill. she gives him a big smile once she puts the pitcher on the floor between them, not unlike a kindergartener sharing her juice box at school. ]
[ he's already got a record on, music filling the air in the way that digital just can't replicate -- he could probably ramble about it for a while, and unfortunately his usual social graces (such as they are) that'd stop him are pretty minimal. luckily, donna's already managed to distract him with the water.
not the pitcher. he just accepts that. seems logical, they're both very thirsty. ]
Hi.
[ it's impossible not to smile in return, as he reaches out to take a sip of his own from the pitcher. ]
-- oh, shit.
[ though he's not as good as not spilling any as she is, getting some water on his button-down like a pro. ]
[ donna will never, ever own up to it, but there's a small snort before she laughs, reaching out to take the pitcher from him so she can take another long drink before she puts it back where it belongs. between them, on the floor. totally safe and not spilling anywhere. ]
I didn't think I had to put your water in a sippy cup, but I can. I can find one for you.
[ she's still laughing, because okay, maybe she could have grabbed straws. eliminate the need to pick up the pitcher at all. but maybe she thought he'd be fine picking it up. when she looks up at him again her laugh doubles over into more of a giggle, and she reaches out to rub her thumb along his chin, not really succeeding in wiping away the water there, but she tried. ]
Fuck you. [ this isn't funny????? nothing about this is funny??? ] I'm an acrobat.
[ he's not clumsy!! at all! despite all appearances to the contrary! he scowls tremendously, which is harder than it looks because -- honestly, her laugh is pretty infectious. it's hard to stay mad. he shoves at her hand, but half-heartedly. ]
[ i'm an acrobat just makes her laugh harder, enough that she feels the need to cover her face with both of her hands, like she won't be able to stop as long as she's looking at him, and he's looking at her. she has to hide, and get her shit together. ]
I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm- very sorry.
[ said while her laughter is finally settling down, so. maybe she means it.
( she does not mean it ) ]
You're a fantastic acrobat, the most amazing. There has never been a more impressive acrobat than Dick Grayson. I'm honored to be in your presence, oh great flippy one.
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[ god donna keep up ]
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she hasn't gotten to the kitchen yet ]
This is the longest hallway
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[ she can probably hear the sound of something falling as he tries to unsteadily lurch to his feet ]
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be careful
I'm being very careful
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YOU be careful
[ he may or may not have lost his balance and gone into a cartwheel to avoid falling on his face. and nailed! so you know ha! ]
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I need to put the phone down so i can turn on the sink
nailed it* jfc
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Half amazon
Second
Impervious to many things but not booze not really
or at least not the amount of booze i had before
Amazons know how to party
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As in, actually have fun at parties
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I think he had that billionaire playboy reputation before he put on the cowl, right?
so
i bet he knows how to party
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but who really wants to party with them anyway
I wish you could just come to the island with me.
We could lay on the beach for a full twenty hours if we wanted to
and drink fruity drinks
and just not be robin and wonder girl for a while
[ uh oh oh no abort ]
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[ time for some tipsy confessionsโข ]
Every time you left, I'd imagine going back with you
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I was so sure she could pull strings
but back then she'd tell me you needed to be in gotham to protect the city
That the city needed you
it's all bullshit though you always deserved better than that city and she knew it
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and twtquila
tequila
and water
can we listen to a record instead
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[ why else suit up every night, despite everything that happened? he had a lot of grief and anger, not unlike bruce, but that wasn't what pushed him. isn't what pushes him now, working with donna to put together a team instead of pursuing a normal job. gotham needed him, and that was his lifeline. people needed, still need, help -- and he can give it. ]
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[ because it's the first album that came into his hand. but, like, also a classic ]
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perfect
ok i have the water is your door open because my hands will be full
of water
big cup
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[ a pause for the time it takes him to cross the room and crack his door open. ]
Yes.
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[ it doesn't take her long to get to dick's room, and she seems pretty proud of herself once she does, and it's because she only tipped the pitcher over enough to spill a little just once. it's fine. she's feeling good about it. she using her foot to shut the door behind her, then slowly moves over to sit by him on the floor, pitcher tight in both hands.
and then she takes a long sip from it, so, so careful not to spill. she gives him a big smile once she puts the pitcher on the floor between them, not unlike a kindergartener sharing her juice box at school. ]
Hi.
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not the pitcher. he just accepts that. seems logical, they're both very thirsty. ]
Hi.
[ it's impossible not to smile in return, as he reaches out to take a sip of his own from the pitcher. ]
-- oh, shit.
[ though he's not as good as not spilling any as she is, getting some water on his button-down like a pro. ]
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I didn't think I had to put your water in a sippy cup, but I can. I can find one for you.
[ she's still laughing, because okay, maybe she could have grabbed straws. eliminate the need to pick up the pitcher at all. but maybe she thought he'd be fine picking it up. when she looks up at him again her laugh doubles over into more of a giggle, and she reaches out to rub her thumb along his chin, not really succeeding in wiping away the water there, but she tried. ]
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[ he's not clumsy!! at all! despite all appearances to the contrary! he scowls tremendously, which is harder than it looks because -- honestly, her laugh is pretty infectious. it's hard to stay mad. he shoves at her hand, but half-heartedly. ]
It didn't spill that much, it's fine.
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I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm- very sorry.
[ said while her laughter is finally settling down, so. maybe she means it.
( she does not mean it ) ]
You're a fantastic acrobat, the most amazing. There has never been a more impressive acrobat than Dick Grayson. I'm honored to be in your presence, oh great flippy one.
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[ like, fine, he breaks and starts laughing pretty quickly, but it just gets worse the more she keeps talking and laughing. ]
You're an asshole.
[ and he turns around to give her a sloppy shove, which may or may not actually do anything since. donna. ]
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