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[batmanschmatman]

[Friend Filter. If you think you're on it, you're on it.]

Everyone doing okay? I don't know if this is a flood or a gasleak or just something driving people a little crazy, but I figured I should check in anyway.

Anyone notice any turbulence? Got any theories? Figure we should get right down to it before people start really panicking.

[Private to Tim]

Still worrying about Bruce? [Which is basically his way of asking if you're doing okay specifically.]

[Private to Costigan]

Checking in, buddy. Everything still in one piece, or are you missing some stuff?

[Private to Mal]

So, got any theories on why Arthur's quoting poetry and acting kind of... spacey and super paranoid? [You'd know, right awesome nice lady who knows Arthur?]

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[batmanschmatman]

[And like thirty seconds later Dick is knocking on your door.] It's me.

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[peektuttut]

[And Tim is tugging open the door and closing it quickly behind him.] What's going on, Dick?

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[batmanschmatman]

[And Dick is immediately gently putting a hand to the back of your neck and trying to see if your eyes are like HEY I'VE BEEN DRUGGED.] Something or someone is messing around with people's memories. What do you remember?

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[peektuttut]

[WHAT WOAH Tim tries to wave him off.] Stop it, I don't feel like...[He goes to pick up the picture from where it was discarded on his bed.] I don't know who this is, Dick. Bruce is my dad.

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[batmanschmatman]

What do you remember? Is he your biological dad?

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[peektuttut]

Of course he's...[Wait that sounds wrong. Tim frowns, looking at the picture again, then up at Dick.] I look like Bruce. [But he definitely has his dad's nose.]

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[batmanschmatman]

So do I, but that doesn't mean he's my dad. [Which is a statement he's going to be beating himself up about later.] Bruce adopted us. Your mom died a few years ago, and your dad... was a little more recently. Their names were Jack and Janet Drake, and you had a stepmom named Dana. She passed away when -

[... Oh shit. There is definitely something missing there. Something important. BUT NO NEED TO WORRY TIM so he's covering up that there's suddenly a huge gap in his memories.] Pretty recently. For me, anyway.

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[peektuttut]

I remember my mom, [but he's mumbling to himself, because it just doesn't make sense.] The Obeah Man. I know her, but this isn't - this isn't my dad.

[But oh man his head, because he knows his mom wasn't married to Bruce, and his last name isn't Wayne, and DICK WHY ARE YOU SKIPPING THINGS.] When what? When did she die?

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[batmanschmatman]

[NO REASON. >>] Last year. Before the Crisis. Your dad died a few months before that, right around when Steph -

You had a really rough year.

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[peektuttut]

[He shakes his head, frowning.] No, I went to Bludhaven after Steph died.

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[batmanschmatman]

I know. Dana died after that, I just - [CAN'T REMEMBER HOW OR WHY.]

None of this is making any sense?

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[peektuttut]

[Frown. Froooooooooown.] I don't remember anyone named Dana, Dick. This doesn't - I need to find my notes. [He knows they must be here. He just can't remember where. :|]

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[batmanschmatman]

Where would you have hidden them? I found backups of all my stuff with my gear. Have you checked there?

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[peektuttut]

I don't know, I've looked all over already. [And he's heading to his desk, pulling out drawers to rummage through them.] I can't even remember taking notes, but I feel like I'd have them.

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[batmanschmatman]

[And Dick is following right behind you and gently taking him by the shoulders.] Hey. Hey, Tim? Calm down. It's going to be okay.

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[peektuttut]

Dick, something's screwing with my memories. How is that okay?

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[batmanschmatman]

It's not, but it's going to be. We're going to figure this out. Something's... something's messing with mine too, but it's going to be okay. Either we figure it out or everything goes back to normal in a few hours like it always does. Just stay calm, okay?

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[peektuttut]

The flood ended, [he pointed out.] There's always the possibility that it won't go back to normal, it-- [But okay, maybe he's being a little crazy. He breathes deeply and exhales slowly. And he drops something into his desk, and doesn't that sound weird? He starts wiggling at the bottom of the drawer.]

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[batmanschmatman]

Find something?

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[peektuttut]

There's a false bottom under here. [And he is digging it up and AHA! Tim's pulling out a stack of papers.] Here. [God his head hurts.]