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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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Bats are nocturnal, aren't they?

[...that's not how it works, Ariadne. Still, her knowledge of science is still in its beginning stages and the details of circadian rhythms are a little beyond that.]

So, boiling them in Batwater and drinking it would make you sleep, even though Bats are known for staying up all night and sleeping during the Batday? I don't think that's how it works.

[Ariadne raised an eyebrow before asking:] Does it have to be Batwater?

You know what I mean.

[Ariadne carefully shifted so she could set down her tea, but kept her hand in his, not wanting to lose that anchor yet.]

Yeah, I do.

[He grinned and returned his mug to the coffee table before once again settling back on the couch.]

So, no more Batelephants, no more Batnotebooks... what now?

[She smiled softly at him.]

If you get too comfortable you'll fall asleep here.

[With her free hand, the architect checked her watch and confirmed how late it was getting. Not that she really had any plans to sleep herself.]

[He shrugged casually, looking around the room with a decidedly neutral expression, still sort of teasing her when he spoke.]

I guess there are worse Batthings I could be doing.

[Ariadne chuckled again.]

Batthings could be worse, but I'm not quite sure what a batthing is.

I'm not really sure either.

[Even though he did, actually, have a batarang in his pocket. He probably should have picked something more inconspicuous as his item, but the thing was handy, reminded him of back home, and definitely wasn't something anyone else on board would have an exact replica of. Even Steph and Tim's weapons would be different.]

[Ariadne carefully pulled her hand away and got to her feet, being careful not to run into the coffee table.]

I have some extra blankets and pillows.

[It hadn't been that uncommon for a project to run late, back when she was actually focused on school, and for someone to need to spend the night. As well, her own boundaries were infinite most days, extending well into others' and had little problem with someone being in her personal space.]

You're sure you don't mind?

[While this was admittedly far from unusual - if a case ran late and he was working with someone like Babs or Donna or Wally or Roy, he definitely wasn't above crashing on a couch if need be - he'd still been raised to be polite, and the one major thing those four had that Ariadne didn't, excluding the superhero/vigilante thing, was that he'd known them since basically forever. Ariadne was a friend, sure, but she was still sort of a stranger, and he didn't want to be intruding on her space if she didn't want him to be.]

I don't mind at all.

[And as proof, she quietly quilted comforter and a gray pillow from her bedroom.]

And you can request that change in your room without worrying about Admiral things. Or Batthings.

Oh, because you know so much about Batthings.

[Which got her another playful smirk from his spot on the couch.]

I can learn more about those batthings.

[She grinned right back as she deposited the comforter and pillow on the couch, standing above him for once in her short height.]

[He looked up at her innocently, trying not to just start laughing.]

Which Batthings are we talking about, exactly?

[Ariadne beamed brightly down at him.]

You know, batthings.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

[Ariadne should have guessed that he wouldn't give her a break.]

They're very troubling, those batthings.

[He finally chuckled quietly.]

Why are they troubling?

[Ariadne tilted her head a little, eyebrow cocked.]

Why wouldn't they be? They're battthings.

I don't know, I'm not an authority.

[Ariadne just smiled at him before sitting down on the floor beside the couch.]

Maybe I should go do some research tomorrow.

What kind of Batresearch?

[He picked up the pillow and the blanket and moved them over onto his side of the couch, nodding his head at the free space.]

You don't have to sit on the Batfloor, you know.

[Ariadne smiled and climbed onto the couch, legs folded as she leaned against the back of the couch.]

Batresearch about batthings.

Edited 2011-02-11 03:35 (UTC)

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