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[There's a second or two of silence before Dick starts speaking, because he is very consciously trying to stop himself from blurting out "Holy _______" statements and adding Bat to the beginning of nouns, and it is quite the uphill battle, unfortunately. His "superpower" is basically adopting Burt Ward Robin's speech patterns TO THE XTREME. :|]

I'm not feeling great. Anyone needs me, I'm gonna be in my Bat-

... I'll be kind of scarce.

[Filtered to people who know THE BIG SECRET. So basically Tim, Steph, Wally, Costigan, Hayley, Spike, etc. Ask if not sure.]

Holy redundant flood, Admiral, this had better only be for a couple days. I'm starting to talk like the Robin from the BatTV Show character flood again and the Batnovelty's already seriously worn off. How's everyone else holding up?

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I can already see it. I don't need to know where it is. The fucking visual is only a flash, nothing permanent. Not like I could close my eyes and get around too well.

Still, better then having your Batpants trying to talk to you.

Awesome.

[He sat back down on the couch and wrote her a new note, handing it over once he'd blacked out the offending prefix.]

So, what do you want to Battalk about?

You too with the clothes thing?

No, I just heard Donny screaming. You remember the kid's TV show Batflood?

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[Ariadne folded her legs underneath herself on the couch, pulling the blanket back up over them. She swallowed and hesitated before looking up at him again. The most pressing matter was the trains plowing through rooms she seemed to be in, but there had been something else she wanted to talk about.]

It can wait until you can talk again.

[Having his company was nice enough for now.]

I'm chill, Batdude. You're just fun to tease.

I don't know, you're the one using all the Batslang.

[He gave her a look, raising an eyebrow before dramatically to a new page in the notebook.]

I can Battalk. Just not out loud.

[That at least earned a genuine smile from her. It keeps up for a few moments before it slowly dissolves away again. Franklin's post had only cemented her suspicions of what had happened.]

Hayley killed someone.

[And the warden feels an immense amount of guilt for it, that much is clear.]

I remember it happening, sure, but not much about it. Why?

[Dick immediately sobers, looking away from Ariadne and not bothering with the notebook.]

I know.

[And again, he really, really didn't know what to think about it. On the one hand, he'd promised he wouldn't stop being friends with her once he found out why she was an inmate, and he'd known something like this was the case from the way she'd talked about what she'd done at home, but he didn't understand why she'd just... killed a guy. And honestly? He had no idea what he was supposed to do about it.]

[Ariadne watched him, looking for a response more than that, whether in his body language or expression. Maybe this was really how Cobb felt. He'd planted an idea in Mal's head, who said that Ariadne, just in being here, hadn't planted that one in Hayley's? Needless to say, she knew nothing about the inmate's past and could really only make assumptions. However, Dick's reaction doesn't give her much encouragement.

Still the timing of the whole night before had been absolutely uncanny. The architect briefly thought about the bags sitting in her kitchen. Arthur was more than competent and he'd been here longer. He could save Cobb, right?]

The Robin I turned into talked like this, with the Holys and the Snake Repellent Batspray and Batstuff. I mean, it doesn't beat having Batconversations with pants, but as far as special abilities go? Prettyyy lame.

[Dick was quiet for a moment before looking over at her, noting the searching expression. He smiled slightly, not sure what she was looking for. He wasn't really sure of anything when it came to this whole situation, honestly, and for the moment? He didn't want to think about it. It was easier to pretend like he wasn't conflicted or extremely bothered by what had happened and focus on the here and now instead.]

What?

[Ariadne didn't quite know what to think of his general non-reaction, but after a couple moments of considering, thought it was likely better that he took a neutral position in not saying anything. He didn't have to get involved. She leaned back against the couch, shifting so she faced him more fully and shook her head.]

How's the nose?

[AND SHE UTTERED THE WORST WORD AGAIN. The rattling starts up and she's unfolding her legs from underneath herself, looking around.]

It's doing better.

[It was. There was still some bruising, but it was fading and he'd probably be fine in another couple days, maybe another two or three weeks according to Dr. Jones. He might have elaborated, but he noticed the change in her position and general demeanor and he shifted on the couch too, more alert and focused on what was bothering her, which once again he couldn't see or hear.]

What's wrong?

[And there came the train through her front door. She literally had nowhere to go, she couldn't jump far enough or high enough and simply closed her eyes. If it was going to to hit her, then she didn't want to see it. She wanted to wake up.]

Wake me up. Wake me up. Wake me up.

[Dick still couldn't see... the elephant or whatever it was that was freaking her out this badly, but he knew he needed to try and get her to focus on reality, while not freaking her out more then he had to. And if they were about to be trampled by something, he needed to get her out of the way so he had any hope of

So, this time, he pulled her off the couch and hopefully far enough away from the intruder that was apparently coming in through the front door that she could focus on him and not whatever it was that was freaking her out this badly.

He gently grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to get her to look at him. This felt oddly familiar. For only having been here for twoish months, he'd done a lot of talking people down from hallucinations.] Ariadne, calm down, it's okay. It's okay.

[They just cleared the train and Ariadne could hear the roar of it in her ears, just behind her as she kept her eyes shut while it passed, not even quite aware he was talking to her or even that he'd saved her. Her hand almost immediately found its way to his elbow, anchoring her as she worked on breathing.

Between her gasping breaths:] I can't do... this.

[She'd said something similar after being stabbed by Mal, of seeing what Cobb's subconscious could do to her.]

It doesn't really sound like a special ability to me. Maybe it's a trademark thing. Didn't you say you were some "hero" or something?

[He squeezed her shoulders, his voice calm and controlled. The important thing in this sort of situation was to stay calm yourself, give the other person something to anchor themselves with, and between his training and practical use between things like fear toxin and detox, he was pretty used to doing just this.] It's okay, just take deep - Just keep breathing. It's okay. You're safe. Just keep focused on me, okay? You can do this, I know you can. Just take it easy.

I don't talk like this back home. Batman isn't some kind of trademarked Batenterprise. We were pretty much urban legends up until about a Batyear ago.

[She thought about telling him that she'd meant the Barge, that she couldn't do the Barge anymore. It seemed to be clearly having an effect on her ability to distinguish between dreams and reality. But, she forced herself to listen to Dick and her other hand struggled away from her pocket to his on her shoulder. Breathe in, breathe out. ]

[Dick smiled slightly, squeezing her shoulders reassuringly.] See, you're okay. Everything's going to be fine.

[Of course, he wasn't thinking of the more long term stuff, but even if he had, he'd be saying the same thing.]

Yeah? What changed?

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