Barbara Gordon (
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(closed) Love takes off the masks we fear we cannot live without
Who: Barbara Gordon
batinbelfry and Dick Grayson
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What: a date between 'friends' doesn't go exactly as planned
When: February 14th
Where: Locations
Content Warnings: character death
It never failed to surprise her how they could be so terribly lucky and yet unlucky at times. Life had been hectic, per usual, so their dinner date had been put off and rescheduled multiple times. So many times that by the time they finally got a reservation at this wonderful Italian spot, that everyone was raving about, it was Valentine's Day.
Awkward.
But this was Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon. If anyone could handle the mess their multiverse selves were dealing with, it would be them.
Wearing a red dress that didn't clash with her hair, Barbara stood outside the restaurant waiting for Dick to show up. She was a few minutes early, but that might have been nerves.
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What: a date between 'friends' doesn't go exactly as planned
When: February 14th
Where: Locations
Content Warnings: character death
It never failed to surprise her how they could be so terribly lucky and yet unlucky at times. Life had been hectic, per usual, so their dinner date had been put off and rescheduled multiple times. So many times that by the time they finally got a reservation at this wonderful Italian spot, that everyone was raving about, it was Valentine's Day.
Awkward.
But this was Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon. If anyone could handle the mess their multiverse selves were dealing with, it would be them.
Wearing a red dress that didn't clash with her hair, Barbara stood outside the restaurant waiting for Dick to show up. She was a few minutes early, but that might have been nerves.
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He's trying to keep his voice more - light, less angry. Because he's really, really fucking angry. At the person who got Babs killed before whatever brought her back, at Nightwing, for panic calling in Tim without first verifying if Tim would make it out of trying to patch Babs back together okay. The fact he hasn't jumped straight off the building to go hunt down the kid or gone in to fuck up Grayson's face speaks volumes on the level of self-control he's exerting here. But he also knows what Nightwing's looking for, exactly, so with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes, Kestrel's yanking off the black leather jacket he's been sporting. Tosses it over towards Nightwing. It has plenty of pockets, pockets of all sizes, full of all sorts of fun toys.
He's now a good seventy percent less armed. Not that it'd stop him from fucking over someone if he wanted to, but. Jacket removed, his attention turns back over towards Wren. Puts an arm around his shoulder and starts leading him towards the edge of the building. "See? This's why we don't follow big bird's example. Guy doesn't even have pockets." And over his shoulder, back towards Nightwing and Batgirl. "'m not a monster, I'm not gonna fuck up some stupid kid."
A few broken bones don't count as fucking them up. That heals.
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He won't be long pulling the data and will come back later with more gear to take more of a blunt tool approach to what's left. He has to give the police something to blame the lack of evidence on.