Dick Grayson (
batmanschmatman) wrote2012-07-04 12:06 pm
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[For anyone who'd be paying attention, Dick sounds a little more grounded than he's been over the last few weeks. Port was a good for him, even if he's not really up for being his usual chatty self.]
Funny how these things always seem to happen in groups, isn't it?
[Private to Sara]
Thanks for making me take a night off. I had a lot of fun.
[Private to Rorschach]
I know you're probably going to brush it off, but how are you doing? [What with Claire leaving and all.]
[Private to Tim]
I've got something for you.
Funny how these things always seem to happen in groups, isn't it?
[Private to Sara]
Thanks for making me take a night off. I had a lot of fun.
[Private to Rorschach]
I know you're probably going to brush it off, but how are you doing? [What with Claire leaving and all.]
[Private to Tim]
I've got something for you.
Private
Do you...
[Ughhh she can't believe she's even going here.]
Do you believe in fate? I don't mean determinism, that's just depressing, but....I guess the idea that some things in your life are just bound to happen no matter what you do.
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I know - it's stupid, and it's self-defeating to think that you can blame anything on destiny. But the flood last month's been driving me crazy.
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So. In my New York, there's Kenneth Irons. Runs a Fortune 500 company, Irons Industries. On paper - resource trading, real estate, finances, it's not nice but it's legal. In reality, he's in everything he can skim a profit off. The Witchblade was in and out of his possession for - a long time. It came to me because I stumbled into a 'tournament' he was running to find its next bearer.
During the flood, I never knew my best friend - former best friend, Maria. When she was murdered, I never investigated her death, never found out her killer was trying to raise funds for Irons' tournament, never went near it, but - the Witchblade wound up with a professional domme. Irons' PA was one of her clients, so I guess that's how she got it. We were investigating her since Irons' goons killed everyone at her dungeon looking for her; I was there when he tracked her down. She killed him and then herself and I - wrong place, right time. Again. I ended up with the damn thing practically to the same hour, and after that nothing much was different.
[Why yes, the above is semi-canon by way of a spin-off issue. She sighs.]
It just makes me feel like my life's been running on rails for a long time.
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It's not an idea I'm in love with myself, but I can't refuse to acknowledge it either. Those innocent people are the reason I'm here.
Private
What do you mean?
Private
[Never admitting that it literally demands blood in return for whatever else she might want to do with it. D:]
Private
I guess you could say that about Gotham, too.
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severala couple times - look, she's just going to enjoy being in the company of Someone Who Gets It okay.]I think it's just a matter of working harder to tip the scales in our favor.
[See? Optimism.]
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That's the spirit.