batmanschmatman | 014 [audio]

[Dick is still sorting through all the stuff at his house. He's maybe starting to get a little obsessive about it, and probably would look a little crazy to anyone who wasn't from the Barge, as he's got clues to his fake life sprawled out around him on the floor. Not that you guys can see it, but to any passersby, he looks a little nuts. Or at least like he's getting started on spring cleaning a little early by ripping everything off the shelves.]

Anyone else have some pictures of people from back home around the house? Like, not Barge people? I'm trying to figure out how closely this place parallels our home universes, which obviously isn't all that much, but I'm still curious.

I mean, obviously we're all here, and some of us have pretty developed family units that aren't like our original ones at all, but what about the people we left back home? Do they exist here too, or is this place just populated with strangers and us?

[There's a specific reasoning behind this questioning, but most of you aren't getting any reasons as to why this is suddenly bothering him.]

[Private to Tim]

I found pictures of my parents.

[Private to Steph, added after talking to Roman]

Are you okay?

[ooc: Multiple spam threads are welcome if you're so inclined, Dick's just probably on the couch watching home movies or analyzing all the information he can find in the albums and papers around the house.]

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Oh yeah, totally.

[Suddenly:]

Does Mr. Drake live with you?

Nope. Why?

Because in this dossier of neighbors I found, there's a paper on a Mr. Drake wedged in between several about you. Dick.

Rick.

Find anything interesting?

Depends if you're lying about--

[He shuffles through some papers off camera and then reads off one.]

--"Mr. Tim Drake, heating man."

Nope, he doesn't live with me.

[Roman shrugs and throws the paper carelessly to the floor.]

You don't have a little blonde girl, do you?

[Whyyyy does Dick not like where this is going. But he's going to play it cool.]

No, I have a son. Why?

Saw her in Mr. Wilson's yard and she looked awfully young to be out alone. Probably lives close by.

Thanks for letting me know. I'll keep an eye out for her. Kids shouldn't be messing around Mr. Wilson's lawn.

[He gives a thin smile.]

That's exactly what I told her.

[Dick looks like he's about to say something, but then he looks away from the camera, responding to something off screen.]

Be there in a second, Wally!

[He looks back at the camera.] Sorry kid, I've gotta go make dinner. Nice talking with you.

Sure, sure.

[Roman waves dismissively.]

Go feed the world's fastest man.

Clever.

[And the video feed ends. Damn you Wally and your no secret identity faze.]