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and if you think you're gonna be spared you're wrong
WHO: [Bad username or site: batmantled title= @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: girlyboywonder title= @ livejournal.com]
WHERE: SOME ROOFTOP SOMEWHERE...
WHEN: Tonight!
WARNINGS: none??
SUMMARY: THERE IS ROBIN MOPING AND LESSONS ON THE ~IMPORTANCE OF LIFE~ CONTAINED WITHIN. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
FORMAT: SPEEDY LIKE THE RACIAL STEREOTYPE MOUSE
[ Has it really been over a year here? She'd glanced at a calendar the other day, blinked to see she was a few months past the one that would have marked her Cityversary, and shrugged. There were people around that'd been here for a lot longer than a year, after all. She'd said goodbye to a few that had been here for way longer, even.
It had made her think a little, though. She's perched under the eave of an apartment roof and just out of the light sprinkle of spring rain, knees drawn to her chest, and doing exactly that. It'd been odd to patrol alone when she'd first showed up. First, sure, it had been neat, being liberated by the sometimes (often) authoritarian Batman of her world. Then strange. Then lonely. Then she'd acclimated. It was really just as simple as that, and she suspects that everyone's stories are the same. Novel, lonely, and then acclimated.
It had been nice, though, to patrol with other people while they were here. Not that there's much use in thinking about it, though. Even when they come back, half the time they just leave again and the other half it's not the right version. Also, she suspects, a story that's been heard before.
Oh, well. ]
WHERE: SOME ROOFTOP SOMEWHERE...
WHEN: Tonight!
WARNINGS: none??
SUMMARY: THERE IS ROBIN MOPING AND LESSONS ON THE ~IMPORTANCE OF LIFE~ CONTAINED WITHIN. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
FORMAT: SPEEDY LIKE THE RACIAL STEREOTYPE MOUSE
[ Has it really been over a year here? She'd glanced at a calendar the other day, blinked to see she was a few months past the one that would have marked her Cityversary, and shrugged. There were people around that'd been here for a lot longer than a year, after all. She'd said goodbye to a few that had been here for way longer, even.
It had made her think a little, though. She's perched under the eave of an apartment roof and just out of the light sprinkle of spring rain, knees drawn to her chest, and doing exactly that. It'd been odd to patrol alone when she'd first showed up. First, sure, it had been neat, being liberated by the sometimes (often) authoritarian Batman of her world. Then strange. Then lonely. Then she'd acclimated. It was really just as simple as that, and she suspects that everyone's stories are the same. Novel, lonely, and then acclimated.
It had been nice, though, to patrol with other people while they were here. Not that there's much use in thinking about it, though. Even when they come back, half the time they just leave again and the other half it's not the right version. Also, she suspects, a story that's been heard before.
Oh, well. ]
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It’s good work. Solid work. Dumping a ODing prostitute into an ambulance. Sending a runaway orphan fleeing back to the (mostly) adequate foster home he came from. Dangling a drug running pimp by one leg off the 67th floor of the Empire State Building. Amazing what old tactics can accomplish in a place where talk of the tried and true has yet to make it down to the baseline.
But it’s not as if that costume – or that particular kid wearing it – could ever be easy to miss. And when he swings down by the perch Carrie’s staked out and catches that little flash of green and red that vague sense of accomplishment he’s spent the last six hours working on bleeds away like it was nothing.
Still. Still.
Don't mind this bat-shaped shadow, Carrie. ]
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She stands and straightens instinctively, but only to lean into the shadows under her ledge. Most of them hide the bright colors fairly well, but-- that yellow is pretty damn bright. It's not a perfect hiding spot by any stretch of the imagination.
And it's about then she picks out the differences in costume. And height, and build. A quiet little smile warms her face, her posture loses some of its rigidity. But only some. ]
Hey.
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Hey, kid.
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Where's Small and Angry?
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He puts away the grapple instead and takes a seat on the edge of the gutter, watching her for signs of discomfort. ]
Flying solo tonight?
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Well, yeah. Terry's gone-- both Terrys-- so... [ A half a shrug. It's not bad, see? She's totally capable of patrolling alone, since it's What She Does around here. It's not as if either of them had been regular partners, anyway. ]
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...maybe one of the less disturbing things he's heard come out of her mouth lately.
He glances down enough to give her a little break from the scrutiny. And... almost hesitates before making the offer. ]
Feel like taking on another temp?
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Yeah, sure.
[ Her voice has never been as traitorous as her face, and comes out as smooth and easy as ever. She doesn't move to stand up. ]
You talking now, or later? It's getting late.
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[he shifts a little back towards the edge; not so much suggesting an immanent departure as letting that shadow slide far enough across the mask to do a little more of the work of hiding his expression. He needs to play this straight. ]
But I really think you're gonna like this one, Carrie.
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Not that that lessens the guilt much, though. ]
I'm fine. Let's do it.
[ She's stepping to the ledge next to him, grappling gun already out and waiting for his lead. ]
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He does a little flip before he lets the line go and switches to a new one. Everything's fine, don't worry. ]
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But in the meantime, a series of flips and leaps (and personal gravity tweaking) sends her after him, just behind, like a good Robin. ]
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Any intel I need to know about while you've got me here? [ it's an innocent enough question. ]
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She darts in a little closer still, not looking too bothered by the pace, and rattles off a clean-cut list of recent criminal activity, including those taken down and brought in. Excluding those particularly irredeemable men that have recently vanished from the scene. There aren't many of them to avoid mentioning, at least. ]
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The vantage point coming up is close enough to what he's after to warrant a quick touchdown on the edge of the roof, so he drops the line and leaves enough space for her to make her own landing beside him. The street is dark, but not quite empty down below. ]
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She touches down silently next to him, from flight to halted momentum in a second. And her mind is still on Jason, on the differences, and she should be paying attention to their surroundings, but-- ]
He calls me CK.
[ The words are out before she can catch them. ]
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...Not just Carrie?
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Yeah-- but-- forget I said anything. [ She squares her shoulders, glances around. ] This where we were headed? What's here?
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...What do you know about him, Carrie?
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That we're starting over fresh on him, for one.
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You know why we don't talk about him much? Why he doesn't come in the cave like the rest of us?
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I got a few guesses. [ A sidelong glance, a little more direct and steady than before. ] Pretty different M.O.s, huh.
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....I had to put him in jail.
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It means that Dick can't be told. That Dick isn't on her side.
But her lie is still in place, and so she nods once. No shock or approval, just a quiet, steady observation of this particular Batman. ]
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His fingers clench a little automatically, and he has to force the tension to ease up enough that he can relax. He needs to know. Needs to be sure. ]
Good people do bad things. Cause they're confused. Or maybe they're scared.
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So which one is he?
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[ the words aren't right, and suddenly the scrutiny is feeling a little more reciprocal. ]
...I don't what to do about him now.
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It makes her wonder if maybe there aren't sides after all.
Still wordless, she shifts a little nearer to Dick. Both arms have wrapped around her middle under her cape. There's a pause, one more fidgeting move, and quite suddenly she's leaning against his side. Not quite the hug she wishes it could be, but she doesn't think a hug would fit through that slender little crack in her resolution. ]
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But it's not... quite a mechanical motion when he drops the hand finally until the glove touches her shoulder. And if she doesn’t move away he’ll squeeze just a little.
Jason. He misses him. ]
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So, in a few seconds more and against every wish, she pulls away again, moving to the edge of the roof to crouch and glance down. ]
We're not moving too fast here. Some patrol, huh.
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He scrubs a tired hand across his eyes before he remembers the cowl. Then takes a breath and then tries a stronger pose. ]
-And actually not why I dragged you all the way out here.
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Yeah? [ She cocks her head, but doesn't stand. ] What's the trip for, then?
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[ And without another word he's spreading the cape out and taking a quick dive off the side of the building. She'll follow him, or she won't. ]
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Wait a minute and you'll see.
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...So when the case I put together fell apart I paid him a visit. Turns out his girl packed up and left the kid with his mother. She stops by once a week for week to, uh. Visit. I guess. [ And right on the cue the subject starts setting the table while the kid (no more than three) watches with rapt attention. It's a nice image. Dick drops his gaze and then shrugs. ]
Small blessings, I guess. But he’s been clean almost a year. And if he keeps taking it seriously his kid might actually have a chance to know her dad. [ -he really can't look at Carrie ]
...Or if not she’ll know at least he got another chance to turn things around.
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But she doesn't want a second chance, right? She'd made her choice already. She'd made it when she asked Miho to show her how to kill. (Like this guy had made his choice when he pulled the trigger the first time?)
She lets out a slow breath, too distracted by her own thoughts to know what she's supposed to say. ]
It's not... I mean, they're not all happy endings. Some of 'em-- they'll never get better, 'n don't want to, either.
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But I'm not gonna be the one to take that choice away from him.
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But then, so does this, if she lets herself think of it Dick's way.
Both arms fold over her stomach, and when she speaks again it's low and a little flat. ]
Guess I'm pretty tired after all.
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Damnit, Carrie. ]
...Stay safe, Robin.
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