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@dontcallmejay

[backendbat]

You're doing fine, man. But do you need any help with that?

[dontcallmejay]

With what?

[backendbat]

Letting him loose. I know you don't need help making him squeal.

@restingstitchface

[backendbat]

We both know it's as honest as the original serpent.

[restingstitchface]

Well, I always respected the serpent: that it had no tools at its disposal except its mind. The fact people like you came to treat its cunning as an allegory for deception and evil is your own fault.

[backendbat]

Hey, he had plenty of venom at his disposal. But this isn't about a tale as old as time-- sort of. This is about your own slimy plans.

@theknightshift

[backendbat]

I didn't have a date, I wasn't at the manor, meaning NOT my under
why do you think those were mine...

Thanks for moving!

[theknightshift]

Because I don't leave my laundry laying around like this.

no prob!

[backendbat]

I'm not the only one who frequents the manor.

@anesthesia

[backendbat]

None of that sounds great. I'm sorry, Laura. What you and your friends do, none of that should earn their ire.

[anesthesia]

It is not your fault. Humans have always feared mutants. It does not look like that is ever going to change, no matter what we do.

[backendbat]

It has to change. Over time, still. And the worse things get. Hate to say that, though

@shoppingcart

[backendbat]

What about knock knock jokes?

[shoppingcart]

A what?

[backendbat]

You know, like 'knock knock'. And you say who's there

@solecon

[backendbat]

Nah, I can take care of it. Are you okay? Not hurt?

[solecon]

i mean
it'll heal
ive had worse
are you lost?

@theknightshift

[backendbat]

[He hardly ever looks happy. This is the default expression, and Dick isn't too bothered by it. He's got a job to do, and he can multitask, has since he was like 12. At least he got the bar.]

Can you give me a bite of it? Please, dad? [softening his voice a little using the d-word]

[theknightshift]

[ Ugh. Dick Grayson — impossible human being — knew exactly how to get under his skin. He reaches for the bar and tears the wrapper with his teeth so he can have a bite and sets the rest aside. ]

Get on with it, Dick. I have work to do.

@traumatology

[backendbat]

I'm alright, Barnes. Don't worry about lil ol' me. Did you hear about that on the news, or were you nearby?

[traumatology]

i don't watch the news.
i have ways of finding out

when did the news show up?

@rockypath

[backendbat]

[it takes a couple of minutes to answer the door, but there Dick is in all his rumpled, pj'd glory-- there's the enticing smell of semi-burning eggos wafting in from the background]

Hey. Thanks for coming, Faith.

[rockypath]

Hey. [Faith gives him a small smile as she slips through the door, clad in the same clothes she'd had on last night. A wrinkled tank top and practically painted-on jeans.] Might not be the only one coming if you play your cards right. Again.

[Look. She can't help it. Faith feels a tension building in her for coming back to the 'scene of the crime', so to speak, and is trying to play it off. And the PJs might be working for her, too. Or maybe it's just him.]

@lionwhisperer

[backendbat]

Will be there in 25. Sit still.

[lionwhisperer]

Thanks. I owe you.

[And Trowa would settle in to wait somewhere he wouldn't be spotted if someone with nefarious intentions came to find him, but he could hear and see when his "ride" got there]