batmanschmatman | 018 [audio]

Elephants. Did you see an elephant during the--- laskdhfskfenfnjksk

[Oh those trains. She also accidentally pressed send before she could backspace.]

Holy Dammit What happened? Are you okay?

[More than a few minutes later.]

I'm okay. Just trying not to think about elephants.

You're sure?

Yeah. No. I feel like I'm going crazy.

It's just a Batflood. Hopefully it'll be over in a few Bathours.

How do you know that Maybe I'm still in Limbo. Yeah.

[There's a slight pause between messages as he tries to figure out if this is a horrible idea or not.]

Do you need anything?

[There's a long pause between hers. She honestly doesn't know if she wants to risk it. Especially when she's doubting the reality of the Barge. She's pretty good in stressful situations, but she doesn't want to risk the team.

However, she knows what it's like to be on the other side of a closed off person. Cobb. And boy did she feel like Cobb today.]

You're not feeling well. Don't worry about it.

Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.

[Maybe a few hours later.]

I change my mind.

Okay, where are you?

Back in my room.

I'll be right down.

[Ariadne was sitting quietly in her room, quietly tucked on her couch with a blanket wrapped around her. It had been a questionable day so far, really, and after the previous evening of drama, the architect felt out of sorts. She didn't know if Dick wasn't feeling well because of all that or what. Still, she was glad he'd agreed to come.]

[Dick was seriously debating what the hell he was thinking, and trying to come up with some kind of contingency plan to cover up his word vomit. While admittedly, adding Bat to the beginning of words and spouting Holy not exactly relevant noun phrases without warning wasn't exactly like a "Hi my name is Dick Grayson and I'm secretly Nightwing", it still could be enough for her to make the connection, and he didn't really want that to happen.

So, he'd brought along a notebook and pen, because at least when he was writing, he could scribble out anything horrifically embarrassing/incriminating and therefore be a little more in control of what he was saying.

He knocked on the door, still not really sure what he was doing outside of making sure a friend was okay after the flood was clearly bothering her.]

[Ariadne slowly got to her feet, moving over toward her kitchen to shut the door, as she had a few bags packed in there that she'd packed as soon as she'd heard Capa's announcement that morning. When she felt secure enough that Dick wouldn't go looking, the architect tucked her totem back away in her pocket and answered the door with a quiet,] Hi.

[She tucked some hair behind her ear and stepped back to allow him in if he wanted to come in.]

Hi. [He smiled and stepped into the room, still feeling a little awkward. As long as he could control what he was saying and thought about it, things should be fine.]

I can't really talk. So - [He held up the pen and notebook as an explanation of his current plan before looking at her with concern.] You okay?

[Ariadne nodded, accepting that. It definitely wasn't the weirdest thing she'd heard. She quietly closed the door and locked it for good measure as she moved to sit back down on the couch. Was she okay? Well wasn't that the question. Things had been stressful with Hayley, and then hearing that she'd murdered someone had struck the architect deep inside. It'd been like hearing that Cobb had performed Inception on Mal, a darkening of the moral gray she'd previously perceived. Then, with the whole seeing trains thing and feeling like a big bowl of Cobb-flavored crazy, it really hadn't been that great of a few days. But still, she gave a quick nod.]

Just working on not thinking about elephants.

[But she distinctly felt like she wasn't being entirely truthful to Dick. Sure, yeah, she was lying about what she was seeing, but that was such a little thing, it was the pretending to be okay, to be professional, that felt like a bigger lie.]

[Dick nodded and went to sit next to her, pointedly not thinking about much of what was upsetting the architect. He was good at compartmentalizing, and considering he already had to focus on not slipping up and saying anything that could incriminate him, he didn't have a lot of time to think over what had happened with Hayley.

Especially because while Hayley might see things in black and white? Dick sort of did too, and murder was something he couldn't really reconcile with. It was their number one rule, and even when he knew someone probably deserved it, he couldn't do it. Hell, he'd had a total breakdown when Tarantula had shot Blockbuster.

So yeah. Definitely not thinking about that. Or elephants.

He scribbled down an explanation, pretty effectively blacking out the uncontrollable phrases.]

I keep blurting out random Batprefixes in the middle of Batsentences. It's really embarrassing.

[Ariadne read the paper quietly when she was allowed to see it and tilted her head to the side a little. Hmm. That was a little weird too, but she couldn't quite understand why prefixes would be embarrassing.]

What kind of prefixes?

[For now, she would focus on what seemed to be going on with Dick, rather than Hayley or her own possible plans of leaving. She just had to remember that she was here for Cobb. ]

[Well, that was easy enough to come up with a decent excuse for why he wouldn't want to just keep talking.]

Inappropriate ones.

[The note was accompanied by a sort of sheepish smile before he changed the subject.]

Claire gave me a Batlist of all the Batdisappearances/departures she could track.

[Inappropriate ones? She didn't quite get it. She thought pre-, re-, and the rest were pretty tame compared to some curse words. Still, Ariadne offered a smile and nodded.]

She's been tracking the disapp---

[The architect stops as soon as she hears the rumbling. The train entered from the far end of the room, giving her just enough time to seize Dick's shirt and pull him off the couch sideways and onto the floor. She's staring with her mouth slightly agape (and breath coming in a panicked hurry) as the freight plows through the other wall and out of the room.]

[Even though the grab caught Dick completely off guard, he managed to roll with it, landing neatly and able to get himself upright pretty quickly.]

Holy - [He cut himself off before finishing the statement, looking over at Ariadne with wide, confused eyes.]

What was that about? [Because while the architect looked like she was hyperventilating, there was... seriously nothing to be afraid of in here. Unless the flood had suddenly given her an intense, irrational fear of apartments or something.]

[Ariadne stared a little longer, swallowing as she tried to regain her breath. What had she told him she was seeing earlier? Elephants?]

An... an... elephant just...

[Her hand was over her pocket, she knew Dick was sitting there, she could see him in front of the damage that was slowly knitting up as if the train had never been there. Was this really reality? Quickly, she got to her feet and darted into the bathroom, closing the door. In that brief moment of privacy, she pulled out the gold bishop and knocked it over. Reality. This was reality.]

Re: Private - Text

Private - Text

Re: Private - Text

Private - Text

Re: Private - Text

Private - Text

Re: Private - Text

Private - Text

Re: Private - Text

Private - Text

Re: Private - Text

Private - Text

Re: Private - Text

Private - Text -> Spam?

Spaaaam

Spaaaam

Re: Spaaaam

Spaaaam

Re: Spaaaam

Spaaaam

Re: Spaaaam

Spaaaam

Re: Spaaaam (Permission given! )

Spaaaam I SEE NO TRAIN D:

Re: Spaaaam JERK. :C