batmanschmatman | 066 [voice]

Of course Dick, what can I do for you? Do you want to come over?

Sure. Now?

Yes, I'll head to my room and put the kettle on.

Thanks.

[And not long afterwards, there is a knock at your door.]

[Martha had put the kettle on, and she had opened a tin of biscuits.]

Come in, Dick.

[He opened the door and stepped in. He was wearing a sweatshirt, jeans and a t-shirt, and looked more or less better than he had when he'd shown up after sparring with Slade, but he definitely still felt... off.]

Hi.

Hello Dick.

[Martha grinned at him and then she came over and hugged him because she definitely thought that he needed it even if he did look better.]

What can I do for you?

[He hugged her back gratefully, holding on for a long moment, before slowly pulling away, not quite smiling, because what he came to talk about wasn't exactly a fun topic.]

I need to talk to you about Lupin's murder.

[When he pulled away, Martha dropped onto the sofa with a little bit of a smile, and she gestured to the other end. However, when he mentioned Lupin's murder, her eyes went wide.]

Why are you working on that when you've everything else on your plate, Dick?

I don't know. Apparently, Caesares gave my name to Stildyne as someone who could help.

[He sat down, allowing some of the emotional exhaustion slip into his expression for a moment.]

Coyo's a suspect.

But this is the last thing you need at the moment, Dick. Let Nygma or someone else do it.

[Martha saw that exhaustion, and she frowned, then she frowned even harder.]

But she didn't even know Remus. I mean, I know she killed me, and she killed Hayley, but there was personal things there.

I know, which is why we're not sure it's her. She's just someone who's capable of doing something that brutal and potentially making it look like someone else did it. [It wasn't enough evidence, really, and it wasn't anything definite, which was why he'd gone to Martha first rather than Coyo herself.] And Nygma is doing it. Part of it. We decided to split who spoke to who. He's worried she's going to retaliate if she finds out she's a suspect.

[Martha frowned for a moment, and then she nodded.] That makes sense I suppose, but I don't know if I can move on her without some sort of evidence. I'll talk to her of course, but I don't know.

This is weird. Can you tell me of the evidence that was found? Or have Nygma tell me?

Better than I was.

How are you?

That's good.

I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

So. Angelica?

Yeah, Angelica. [His tone is completely void of any emotion or inflection.]

[There's a pause, then he sounds more like himself again.] You have something you want to ask me?

Not really. I wanted to talk.

About Angelica?

To you.

[Paaaaaause.]

Over drinks?

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Sure. When are you free?

This afternoon, before dinner?

Sounds good. I'll meet you up there.

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