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[ and that’s true: this is an olive branch. ]
How would you approach this?
[ they can meet in the middle. ]
♥
[He means that sincerely. When they're all they really have, figuring just how far he can push before he temporarily alienates her is only really to his benefit]
broaden the scope, to start with.
[Partially because he's not as familiar with this place as she is- he's been here for a lot less, and because he's spent more time putting out proverbial fires than investigating leads that don't immediately jump out at him as the reason they've all acquired new hardware. He needs to know every nook and cranny of the surrounding area- and he needs to be seen it. Needs to have an interest in what goes on in the darker parts- before he just shows up out of nowhere looking to get in on the action]
tail your contact, if you haven't already.
[If it's anything he's learned over the years- if they're into one thing, they tend to have at least contacts for every other criminal element to fill in the gaps. He wants to know everything there is to know about her]
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i've seen enough csi reruns to know that.
[ JOKES. she was trained by the world's greatest detective, y'know. ]
she's a gambler, big on the fights and races. little interest in the bots.
either she prefers to watch or she's an assassin in the ring, as she rarely seems to have injuries.
cheats at cards, but no one seems to notice, or if they do, they know better than to comment.
she likes dancing, too. we went to a club downtown the other day. you might like it, actually, if you ever find the ol' sense of fun :)
[ did he leave it in the nightwing suit? she always carries hers with her, but — ]
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must be something you miss.
[That at least, hadn't been in question- he'd simply been agreeing that if she'd done it before approaching him, he wouldn't be backtracking all over her own work. At least, not to start with. Not unless they couldn't connect the dots and a second pair of eyes could mean the difference between catching or everything going cold.
There's a slight pause as he runs over the information, and then-]
why steph, are you asking me to dance?
[His sense of fun is entirely intact, especially when the full weight of the cowl isn't able to follow him here. However, he can't help feeling a little out of his depth. When was the last time someone with the bat moniker played ball with him? Wanted to tease and squeeze in fun where it was possible? When was the last time he stopped trying to act like Bruce, and did the same thing?]
you should pick me up at 7.
[Fun + getting him integrated into the seen before the start of your mid-morning stakeouts- he's a fan]
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go go get 'em, but it's your funeral, stephanie brown. her second funeral, actually, so bite me. ]
guess we'll see if you still know how to shake your tailfeathers.
[ keeping it light! and fresh! ]
you wanna decide how we know each other?
[ what's she telling alex? ]
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[Have you met him? He at least often strives for a modicum of modesty with most things- but exuding grace and being able to hold a rhythm aren't one of them.
He's never even seen her so much as try to do the awkward shimmy that passes for slow dancing at school functions. And it's far easier to focus on that, than on the fact that he's going dancing with Stephanie of all people, mission or no]
that'd be best.
let's start with what you told her about you so far, and what you'd like to avoid.
the last thing we can afford is for me to contradict you.
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[ and she's an old school bad girl, tyvm, the kind that mr and mrs drake didn't want around their sweet boy even before the vigilante factor came into play. course she can dance. ]
my dad's a shithead, so i take care of myself.
i'm trying to get money for online schooling on my own.
don't have a lot of friends, so if i bring someone in, they're good people.
[ i.e. you're trustworthy and special in this scenario, dickie. babs taught her the truth makes for the best lies. ]
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[One that's slowly starting to creep into every area of his life, in a way that Dick is actually fond of now that he feels slightly less out of his depth.
But never has he felt so much like the lame dad that's trying to convince other people he was 'with it' once, thanks Steph]
the best lies are the truth.
[He's echoing it, unintentionally, but it's meant as clear approval. There's a multitude of reasons that Dick doesn't have an alternate persona in his personal life- he might not pretend to be as perceptive and intelligent as he is, but he definitely doesn't go the lengths Bruce did- and that's one of them]
Did you specify an area of interest?
we could keep it simple.
have me already in the program and met helping you meet the other academic requirements.
[Nobody has to strain too hard, gives her more help than her actual family- that would go a long way with that crowd]
i'm sorry
everyone has new moves here in 2511.
[ and despite all her protests, his echoed approval warms her. ]
medicine, since i know about it already.
[ she spent the year of her dying abroad with leslie, after all. he'll remember that. ]
i like that.
"this is richard, my tutor, he's very smart and trustworthy. we didn't meet when i dropped my books in the hallway because campuses and books don't exist anymore, but he did help me out when i couldn't find the right text at the holo-library. his passions include the two-hundred and first edition of the digital dewey decimal system and also karate. he says he's a good dancer, but we'll be the judge of that. ;)"
[ what an elevator pitch. ]
slanderous lies
and did you hear what they did to ABBA?
[He's dead serious. He checked out some of these tunes- same lyrics, different vocals and a hell of a different synth beat. Futuristic remixes of some of the worlds best pop songs.
He can still dance to it, but what the hell you guys :(]
that's
[A length pause]
great.
[Not only does he have to be Richard, she's now ensuring he has to pretend to be well- Tim, when Dick himself lasted in college for the total of an entire semester, before dropping out and never looking back.
It was his idea, but not quite what he had in mind. Still, for now, it is her show]
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[ you poor disco dinosaur. ]
and thanks, i was feeling it.
[ she hesitates, then. ]
if you're still free, i think the guy at my fast food heart attack of choice accidentally-on-purpose doubled my pizza order.
could drop some off at your place.
[ a
pizzapeace offering. ]no subject
[Like, check yes for hover boards, mutilation of his favourite gymnastic work out playlist- not so much.
Discowing was majestic, leave him alone, Spoiler]
i'll bet.
[In person that would have been dry, mouth still slightly quirked in a smile. Is it really a Batgirl teamup if he's not slightly bullied and having small regrets?]
dinner and dancing?
i can't remember the last time i was so charmed.
come over, pull up a cushion.
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i'm the whole package.
but a cushion? that's five-star treatment.
[ the best thing about creepy brain implants is the ease with which one can text, walk, and carry two pizza boxes. ]
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You could upgrade to an entire chair, if the pizza has pepperoni.
[that's a lie, he doesn't have anything resembling a dining table or appropriate chairs. Just the worst couch you've ever seen. He doesn't cook]
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[ is private-pie a "retro" (by future standards) PI themed pizza restaurant? yes, yes it is. ]
but i did double down on veg to compensate slash lull myself into a false sense of healthiness