[Kate is bored in a way she rarely is on patrol. Not in this neighborhood, at least. Usually, she can't turn around without seeing another mugging or robbery, but tonight is unusually quiet and she feels like she's losing her mind. She's considering taking a break and grabbing some cheap coffee from that bodega around the corner when she spots a very familiar silhouette on one of the rooftops. Well, hey. Surprise surprise.
It's not like she has a grappling line hidden magically in her fancy suit like she assumes Dick does, so getting to the roof involves slinging her bow over her shoulder and scrambling up a fire escape. Very graceful.]
Hey.
[Kate pulls herself up over the edge of the roof and grins at him.]
If it isn't my favorite bat boy. Are you the one mopping up all the baddies and leaving me with nothing to do?
[It's not the first time Dick has put a bit of distance between himself and Gotham- set out to carve out a space and a name for himself somewhere new- and it likely wasn't to be the last. He was however, far out of practice with sharing a city with someone who wasn't under the umbrella of the bat. That wasn't a part of some team he'd pulled together and was expected to lead.
In a way, it's almost been a bit of a relief- a lot more fun than he'd initially anticipated, when there'd been some awkward false starts in learning to navigate the city districts without stepping on each other's toes. It was refreshing after all this time, to occupy a space where nothing was expected of him other than the occasional companionship or a helping hand, that was just as often returned as it was given. Nice, to not be alone. To have someone else around who understood exactly what it meant to give themselves over to this kind of duty]
I was wondering when you'd show.
[Not that he'd made it particularly easy on her to be found- he always did prefer the higher spaces, and New York had no shortage of them. Dick stops the swing of his legs, and spares her a quick grin. No need to tack on that she's his favourite archer- it's been rather heavily implied as of late- and pushes towards her a box of freshly fried mini donuts]
And- Guilty. [Not that he looked it. One irritating phone call later, and Dick hardly had any qualms about finding a few thugs to bruise his knuckles on. Even so, it has been uncharacteristically quiet. Likely the calm before a storm, if experience is anything to go by]
[Kate sits down beside him, and gasps when he reveals the donuts, her face lighting up.]
Oh my God, my hero. I'll forgive you for leaving me with nothing to do.
[But that's not really his fault. There's a reason you can't swing a cat in New York without hitting fifteen superheroes—there's enough crap going on at all times that it's sort of necessary. That actually might be a chicken and the egg issue, she thinks, but still. Kate plucks a donut from the box as she peeks over at him.]
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It's not like she has a grappling line hidden magically in her fancy suit like she assumes Dick does, so getting to the roof involves slinging her bow over her shoulder and scrambling up a fire escape. Very graceful.]
Hey.
[Kate pulls herself up over the edge of the roof and grins at him.]
If it isn't my favorite bat boy. Are you the one mopping up all the baddies and leaving me with nothing to do?
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In a way, it's almost been a bit of a relief- a lot more fun than he'd initially anticipated, when there'd been some awkward false starts in learning to navigate the city districts without stepping on each other's toes. It was refreshing after all this time, to occupy a space where nothing was expected of him other than the occasional companionship or a helping hand, that was just as often returned as it was given. Nice, to not be alone. To have someone else around who understood exactly what it meant to give themselves over to this kind of duty]
I was wondering when you'd show.
[Not that he'd made it particularly easy on her to be found- he always did prefer the higher spaces, and New York had no shortage of them. Dick stops the swing of his legs, and spares her a quick grin. No need to tack on that she's his favourite archer- it's been rather heavily implied as of late- and pushes towards her a box of freshly fried mini donuts]
And- Guilty. [Not that he looked it. One irritating phone call later, and Dick hardly had any qualms about finding a few thugs to bruise his knuckles on. Even so, it has been uncharacteristically quiet. Likely the calm before a storm, if experience is anything to go by]
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Oh my God, my hero. I'll forgive you for leaving me with nothing to do.
[But that's not really his fault. There's a reason you can't swing a cat in New York without hitting fifteen superheroes—there's enough crap going on at all times that it's sort of necessary. That actually might be a chicken and the egg issue, she thinks, but still. Kate plucks a donut from the box as she peeks over at him.]
What do you think they're all up to, anyway?