Every head of state needs their version of a throne, right? The boss's chair. "Better an Iceberg Lounge run by a Robin than one run by a Penguin," Bette agrees, her brow furrowing. There are puzzle pieces here that she should be putting together, but can't, quite.
"When you say it's a family affair...Tim...and Dick." A thoughtful shadow crosses her expression. Tim. Dick. Jay. There's something about the way those names fit together. The only Dick-and-Tim she knows that would be any sort of family were her cousin Bruce's wards, Dick Grayson who she may have harbored a giant crush on at one point and Tim Drake.
And then wasn't there that other ward? Jason?
Oh.
Oh.
Realization dawns on her face. "Oh my god! Family?! Family? Batfamily?!" It's at this moment that she realizes she's still holding the now mildly-sweaty Paloma she'd ordered when she first entered Descendant and she takes a sip for her suddenly very dry throat. "Just to like clarify, you don't mean like...Dick Grayson when you say 'Dick', do you?" After all, maybe she's just jumping to conclusions.
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"When you say it's a family affair...Tim...and Dick." A thoughtful shadow crosses her expression. Tim. Dick. Jay. There's something about the way those names fit together. The only Dick-and-Tim she knows that would be any sort of family were her cousin Bruce's wards, Dick Grayson
who she may have harbored a giant crush on at one pointand Tim Drake.And then wasn't there that other ward? Jason?
Oh.
Oh.
Realization dawns on her face. "Oh my god! Family?! Family? Batfamily?!" It's at this moment that she realizes she's still holding the now mildly-sweaty Paloma she'd ordered when she first entered Descendant and she takes a sip for her suddenly very dry throat. "Just to like clarify, you don't mean like...Dick Grayson when you say 'Dick', do you?" After all, maybe she's just jumping to conclusions.