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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick doesn't really want to talk about the breach. He's been through enough of them already that being a semi trigger happy fed with a taste for justice isn't that weird, even if it's always unsettling to have all the extra memories floating around in your head.

The more pressing matter right now is:]

Has anyone seen Sara since the breach ended?

[Private to Rorschach]

We should talk. [It's a conversation they probably should have had a long time ago, but. Better late than never?]

[ooc: I promise I'm getting to my backtags/new posts I should tag into, I just wanted to put this up before time got too far away from me. <3]

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Spam

[batmanschmatman]

Considering I say that on a biweekly basis, I think it's pretty safe to say I'm more than happy to return the favor. [Because seriously, our lives. :| Your life especially now hot damn. :|]

Spam

[psychic_hotline]

You're sweet. [Which is something he's definitely said to her. She pecks him on the cheek - nothing more than that while her mouth feels like something died in it - and then braces her arms against the mattress.]

Right. I'm gonna try to get up, and if I can stay upright I'm going to brush my teeth and get dressed and then see about...dinner. Lunch? I have no idea what time it is.

Spam

[batmanschmatman]

We're kind of in that afternoon-snackish part of the day, but I think you could get away with calling it lunch. [He stays on the bed and just keeps an eye on her, because he knows when you're feeling kind of shaky, it's nice to be able to do stuff yourself.]

Want some company? I think the last time I had something to eat, it was the 1920's.

Re: Spam

[psychic_hotline]

[Weird, but it makes her laugh.] Yeah, after being locked up in my own head so long I think I need it. [She stands up, and although her legs kind of go 'no' for a second she stays on her feet and then heads off into her bathroom.]

Just give me ten minutes, alright?

Spam

[batmanschmatman]

No rush. I'll be here. [And just to prove that point, he is going to be flopping back on your bed and staring up at the ceiling.] You know, this place is a lot nicer ever since the paint stopped making my eyes bleed.

Spam

[psychic_hotline]

[The eye-bleeding paint job is still there, but it's now covered by a patchwork of patterned construction paper in neutral shades that she raided from the art room. Given that neither crafts nor DIY are really her thing she's pretty pleased with how it came out.]

Isn't it? I can actually sleep in here now. Makes a nice change.

[She brushes her teeth and washes her face efficiently and comes back out into her room to get dressed, tossing her robe over Dick's face in the process like she wants or needs any modesty.]

Spam

[batmanschmatman]

[Either he's too lazy to get up or he doesn't actually mind having a robe thrown over his face, because he just laughs and doesn't move, hands folded on his chest like this is completely normal.]

I'm almost afraid to know what kind of couch he's going to give you to replace your old one.