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What is it?

You free for sparring or something?

Sure.

What happened?

Nothing. Just bored. And we don't want to get lazy while we're here, right? [Also he wants to ask you ALL THE QUESTIONS about what you're doing with Nygma.].

I really doubt that's all of it.

[ Pause. Then: ] Fine. When?

When are you free? My evening's pretty open, besides training with Steph.

Any time is fine, really.

... Can we use the Cave? [There's just something special and homey about it. c:]

[ Pause. ] You want to use the Cave. To spar. [ So much dryness. Then, he shakes his head. ]

Fine.

It could use some airing out anyway.

Be there in fifteen minutes? [So much happy. c:]

[ Awwwww. Also, quickspam or assumeeee? ]

Come on over.

[Quickspam okay with you? We can take it slow. <3]

Thanks, Bruce.

[ ooc; I am slower than a snail. ]

[ So he's still up in his room, sitting on the bed and thumbing through a huge tomb talking about quantum mechanics. Hi. ]

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What about him?

Just in general.

You know about him. There's no reason to talk about anything else.

He was asking me about you earlier.

Shit.. About what Howie said?

Mhm. You want the transcript?

Yeah. My room, two minutes?

Can do.

[And Dick is over there in two minutes, give or take a few seconds, knocking on the door.]

[Costigan opened the door almost immediately, knife out and in hand, though hidden behind his leg. It was faster that way. When he was it was Dick, he quickly flipped it closed and returned it to the small of his back. Knowing Nygma knew about his discontent made him nervous and if his former warden was asking questions about him, he doubted it would get any better.

He waited for Dick to enter, impatiently, then immediately closed and locked the door behind him. Immediately after that, his hand was out in front of his warden.] "Do you have it?"

[Welcome to Costigan's work mode. It's a rare thing.]

[Which Dick noticed, and because his work mode - when people aren't dying and the city is burning down around them and god knows what else, that is - is basically the same as his general good natured self, he just calls up this conversation on his journal, and hands it over without commenting on Costigan's apparent anxiety and impatience.]

"Here."

[Costigan took the journal and read it in silence. After a beat, he sighed and motioned vaguely at the small couch across from his bed; ever since he'd changed his room to the place on L street, he hadn't had much space or many pieces of furniture like before. The two had a sort of coffee table between them.]

"You should sit down." [He offered the journal back to his warden, then pulled out his own and handed that over after, already having two of the relevant conversations pulled up. Then he was walking over to his dresser in the corner, pulling out the third drawer and reaching to remove the envelope taped to the bottom of the second.]

"It started when I asked around about him. I told people I was looking for something for something to get him off my back." [That was what he had told them, not the truth; he didn't care if Dick picked up on the distinction.] "First this guy, Warren White, tells me about his past as the Riddler and his history at Arkham. Some of it. Then Slade Wilson gives me this conversation--"

[The actual file was deleted from Slade's journal, but Costigan had made a transcript of it. It was what he removed from the folder and laid before Dick.] "Nygma was helping Crane make his fear toxin. I don't have proof because Nygma broke into Slade's room and deleted the conversation off his journal. Slade said Tim had seen it, though."

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[Dick watched Costigan read, brow furrowing slightly, but did as suggested, taking the journal back, accepting Costigan's and sitting down on the couch, brow furrowing further as he read. He looked up briefly when his inmate started talking before going back to reading the conversations, eventually setting the journal aside and reading the other transcript.

He finally looked back up at Costigan, expression more focused and serious than it had been when he'd first entered the room.]

"Do we have any proof he broke in?"

[Although really, the evidence they had and the fact that it was Nygma's word against Slade, Tim and Costigan's would probably be good enough in the minds of some people, and was certainly enough for Dick's. Even Slade was usually trustworthy, except when you'd pissed him off enough to drop a bomb on your city.]