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WHO: Max Gibson (sometimes as Batwoman) and whoever else makes an appearance
WHERE: City Hall, the streets at night, her apartment, wildcard option
WHEN: May 24th-31st
WARNINGS: none atm
SUMMARY: Max is breaking into song at City Hall, packing up her apartment, patrolling, etc.
FORMAT: will match whatever

May 25th (or 24th or 28th-31st), daytime

Work was going pretty well. Unexpectedly well, if she was being honest. Yeah, Nygma was demanding and difficult, and Andy had disappeared just as she'd started getting some ideas, and half the time she still wasn't entirely certain what on earth she was doing here or why anyone had thought she was the right person for this job in particular. But she was, she thought, making some progress. Paperwork was starting to make sense now, instead of her instinctual reaction being to set it on fire. Today, however. Today was not good.

If there was a list of things she absolutely definitely should not do so that she could retain some semblance of dignity in this job for longer than two weeks - well.

Breaking out into song in the middle of the afternoon was at the top of that hypothetical list.

Not even the Beatles. Not even the somewhat appropriate to her current work 'We Can Work It Out'. She froze in the middle of the hallway as the last notes dwindled away, her mysterious back up crooners blinking as they looked around in confusion. Oh no. Oh no.

May 24-31st, nighttime

Patrolling was a constant. (Half a year now. Weird feeling.) She tried to be on the streets by eleven, and generally stayed there until around two or three, whenever things started slowing down. It meant that she was never awake more than half an hour before she needed to be at work and she generally slept for an hour or two when she got back in the evening, but she could live with that. (Another thing to explain to Midii somehow.)

She might not be the most qualified Bat, but she was doing a good job.

May 26th-27th, daytime

The move was coming up fast. Faster than she'd expected, actually, and she woke up on Saturday, looked at her mess of an apartment with its tools and broken half-fixed machines and clothes scattered everywhere and sighed.

So, packing.

She would probably need to spend all her free time this weekend on it. She sure wasn't going to get any of it done during the week, between Work and Other Work and checking on Midii and Research.

Maybe she'd order pizza and stick on some really stupid movies and see if she could blitz her way through most of it.

[ ooc: Stick a date/time/place in the header or comment. City Hall is open to any workday during the timespan, not just after/while she's struck by the singing bug. Also I lied, there is no wildcard option. Unless you really want one in which case ... there is I guess? ]

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The majority of those boxes were her machines - halfway fixed, all the way fixed and in use. She didn't keep a great deal of other things around. Most all of her clutter was her tools or machines.

"I thought you might be a quick packer," Max said with a grin, and gestured to some cushions she'd stuck on a few boxes shoved against the wall. A make shift couch. "I've got pizza on the way soon, if you want to stick around and eat with me. Maybe watch a movie or something."

She crossed the room, and sat herself down on the cushions. Her feet didn't quite reach the ground. Pizza sounded good; she'd eaten, but it was only a small meal, and that had been over an hour ago.

"What movie?"

"Up to you," Max said with a grin, and shoved a box closer to Midii with one foot, already open, her DVD's inside. "There's more on my laptop if none of those look good."

Her selection was pretty eclectic. She had a fondness for trashy action movies with nothing and utterly absurd comedies, and she'd picked up quite a few classics that she'd never watched back home.

Her eyes flicker over the various tittles. If she focused hard enough, she could even read a few of the tittles...which she did under her breath. Unfortunately, none of them meant anything to her; she neither recognized nor understood what a lot of them meant, something which became clearer the longer she allowed her gaze to linger over the selection.

After all, it wasn't like she had gotten the chance to watch very many movies where she came from.

The doorbell rings, and Max answers it and retrieves the pizza before she realizes Midii's dilemma. She sticks the pizza on a side table that came with the apartment and looks in the box, considering. Austen movies or Shakespeare are out, old English would be even harder for Midii to understand than present day.

"Singing in the Rain?" she suggests, pulling it out. "It's a musical, pretty funny."

She perked up at the title. Written, it hadn't meant much to her, but hearing it said aloud....

"That was the movie the lady in the mask told me about." She remembered, of course. She always remembered. "The one who is friends with Batman." They never had exchanged names, too wrapped up in conversation.

"If a lady in a mask told you about it it must be good." She opened up the case and stuck the cd in before sitting down next to Midi, offering her a paper plate.

With an almost studied casualness, she said over the opening credits, "So this lady is friends with Batman?"

Midii's attention divided three ways between eating, staring at the screen with wide eyes, and processing the question just asked to her.

"That is what she said, yes." Lightly nodding, she tilted her head to one side. "And the fact that Batman was standing right next to her made it easier to believe."

Max took a bite of pizza to keep herself from replying immediately, considering that.

"I didn't realize you'd met Batman," she said thoughtfully during the next song in conversation in the movie.

"That was the first time, actually. He was very nice."

"That's good. Was it just... on the network or something?"

"Yes." She took another bite before adding: "I caught him singing."

Ahhh. That post. She grinned, looking amused, and returned to eating her pizza, feeling a little more okay with it. At least she hadn't been out at night again. "That was a pretty funny post, seriously. Batman's the last guy I expect to see singing."

No, not that time.

"A lot of people have been lately." She's just going to conveniently not mention the time where she had been one of the first to burst into song, even though Max already knew. "Of all the things the City has done, that had to be one of the strangest. If only because there seemed like no real point to it."

"Yeah, I have a couple times too. It's been weird." But hey, what wasn't weird about living in this place? "There really didn't seem to be a point to it, no. I wonder if we'll ever even know why? Or how long it'll keep going?"

"You did? I missed it." If one listened carefully, they would find a hint of disappointment behind this.

"So far it's been at work and late at night home alone," Max said with a grin. "I've been lucky enough to avoid broadcasting it to the network."

"Do you not like singing in public?"

"I'm pretty sure my voice isn't good enough for that to be a benefit to anyone."

"Somehow, I do not think you are as bad as you think you are." And to elaborate, she very matter-of-factly added: "Your speaking voice alone is very soothing."

She's thought so, at least, and has for a while. Very motherly.

She smiled, pleased, and leaned her shoulder against Midii's for a moment, a companionable bump. "I'm glad you think so."

Midii doesn't say anything back for a moment, but then slowly leans her head over to rest against Max's shoulder. Smiling beneath her veil of hair. A rare show of affection that spoke more than words ever could.

Max turned her attention back to the movie, but her smile couldn't be squashed, and for the first time she felt entirely confident about the decision to ask Midii to move in with her. They could definitely make this work.

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