Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win

[pluckyreporter]

WHO: Roxanne and well-wishers (plus one really angry alien)
WHERE: The Ritchi House
WHEN: December 30th, Friday Morning - January 6th, Friday.
WARNINGS: Should be none.
SUMMARY: Roxanne's busted up. Come visit.
FORMAT: Looooooooooog (Just leave a note on what day you're visiting in the subject line!)


Roxanne sure as hell wasn't going anywhere after her encounter with Hal. So she was all cozied up at home, with some really good post-surgery painkillers, a brain bot to warm her feet, and a whole week of not leaving the house for pretty much any reason at all. But she'd take visitors. Maybe. If you weren't Hal.

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[pluckyreporter]

"When I told Calendar Man at that Iceberg party that I'd be interested in seeing the stories of Gotham," Roxanne says, recalling her encounter with Julian Day, "he looked at me like I was insane, and told me, essentially, that it was crazy talk."

Her expression turns wry. "And he's currently in an Asylum. That sort of colors it, doesn't it?"

[titaness]

"Considering Gotham? It absolutely does."

[pluckyreporter]

She tries to think of a city that would be comparable-- that unless you're born within it, that you simply shouldn't go there... and if you were born there, you should think about getting out.

"It's got a downright mythical quality," she muses. "Like crossing over into Taterus."

[titaness]

"I know a few people who'd argue Gotham is worse than Hades." There's a small, private smile there; the Olympians are, after all, a topic very close to home.

[pluckyreporter]

"I bet there are. Hell on earth in it's own way. But still, you don't get the best stories without a little blood, sweat and tears," Roxanne says, thoughtful.

"You're not a Gothamite, though?" she says, tilting her head. "But it's well known enough that you're aware of that sort the place."

[titaness]

"Nah, I went to school in New York. Home was a bit further off. MY best friend's from Gotham, though, so we were in and out of the city a lot."

[pluckyreporter]

Further off.

"Foreign country further, alien further? Aliens were-- ah, sort of our heroic bread and butter at home," he adds, considering. It wouldn't surprise here-- where Megamind was a few steps away from human, Metro Man was human perfection delivered by space-mail. Donna she could see fitting into that latter category.

[titaness]

"Well, we have our fair share of aliens--another of my best friends is one, actually, but I'm from a place called Themyscira, which is very much on earth. It's... the island of the Amazons."

[pluckyreporter]

"...huh."

Well, that put Donna in a new light. Amazons.

"Sounds like a wildly varied bunch. And I thought going to college with some out-of-staters was crazy. Aliens, Amazons, Gothamites-- it sounds like you have a-- really interesting extended family in your team."

[titaness]

"Family is definitely the word for it." There's no masking the affection on Donna's face, now. While she's as grateful as anything to have Dick around in the city, it doesn't mean she doesn't miss the others, terribly.

[pluckyreporter]

Family that wasn't here in the City; she knew that unspoken loss. She had it herself-- Megamind came and went, Wayne wasn't here, and she knew Megamind missed Minion.

"That's really amazing. I'm glad you guys had so much going for you." Not a lot of them did; Wayne did alright, but Megamind sure hadn't.

[titaness]

"They're probably the luckiest thing about my life." This isn't said in a mopey way, as though she had no other luck, but rather with a bit of reverence. Then she pauses and laughs airily. "But I feel like I'm boring you with stories of my youth, by now."

[pluckyreporter]

"Believe it or not, I'd rather hear your story then get into my own. But isn't that always the way?" Even if one knows their story is pretty interesting, they know it's their story-- it's someone else's they don't know that grabs and demands their attention.

[titaness]

"Oh, I don't know about that. Some people enjoy the telling more than the listening."

[pluckyreporter]

"I've always been-- private. About things," she says, wrinkling her nose as she considers her life. "Being in the spotlight with the boys made that hard, but I did the best I could. I' always rather get the story, then give out my own."

[titaness]

"There's something to be said for keeping some things private," Donna agrees. Not having a real secret identity was something she had always regretted. "It... keeps others from ruining or judging it, I guess."