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[That makes her laugh, waggling her brows flirtatiously as she stabs her waffle to cut off a piece.] Was probably going to have a rousing morning of watching some the Price is Right and stupid soap operas while I train.
I've also been taking some classes in the afternoons. [She stuffs her mouth with a huge piece of waffle, chewing while she talks.] I kind of... stopped going to school at sixteen, never finished, so. I was gonna get my GED. It's stupid, I know.
I've also been taking some classes in the afternoons. [She stuffs her mouth with a huge piece of waffle, chewing while she talks.] I kind of... stopped going to school at sixteen, never finished, so. I was gonna get my GED. It's stupid, I know.
Hey, I love a good ol' marathon of trashy tv. I usually have music when I go through my reps.
[he smiles around his mouthful, an encouraging nod. Dick knew they had a bit in common, but to know they have this much in common-- it's a little bittersweet]
It isn't stupid. Believe it or not, I had to drop out, too. Never got to get my GED, I think it's great you are, Faith.
[he smiles around his mouthful, an encouraging nod. Dick knew they had a bit in common, but to know they have this much in common-- it's a little bittersweet]
It isn't stupid. Believe it or not, I had to drop out, too. Never got to get my GED, I think it's great you are, Faith.
That’s all fun and games if you’re not in Gotham.Really? [Looks honestly shocked at this news. Maybe she'd made a few unfair assumptions about Dick, considering who'd adopted him. That he'd had more opportunities than she'd ever gotten and therefore fewer of the same problems. Of course, running around fighting crime at night should have been a pretty big clue that he's not exactly living his life on easy street.
She smiles, cutting off another piece of her waffle and dunking it in a hefty helping of syrup and jam.] You ever thought about trying to get it? We could go to the classes together?
[Look at her, trying to spend more time with him. Fuck. She's cooked, isn't she?]
She smiles, cutting off another piece of her waffle and dunking it in a hefty helping of syrup and jam.] You ever thought about trying to get it? We could go to the classes together?
[Look at her, trying to spend more time with him. Fuck. She's cooked, isn't she?]
[it's complicated. its not complicated. it's stupid, its agonizing. it hasn't been a chain around his neck, most of his day-and-night job opportunities offering him undercover jobs with fancy fake diplomas that he can print out and put on his wall if he wanted.
the toaster pops in the background, and he gives it a minute.]
You doing the basic stuff? P.E, which I'm sure is a breeze, the last couple projects? I wouldn't be against it. You'll let me cheat off your tests, right?
the toaster pops in the background, and he gives it a minute.]
You doing the basic stuff? P.E, which I'm sure is a breeze, the last couple projects? I wouldn't be against it. You'll let me cheat off your tests, right?
[She laughs mid-bite--] PE isn't part of the testing. It's like... science, math, social studies, and English? You could totally cheat off me if you want, although it would kind of ruin the point.
[The point for Faith being to prove she could do it. To prove that she wasn't the idiot that she'd always internalized she was.]
[The point for Faith being to prove she could do it. To prove that she wasn't the idiot that she'd always internalized she was.]
[with that, he gets up to fetch the fresh eggos, returning, setting the plate between them with a quick flourish]
The point that you'd blast my scores out of the water? That's true. I wouldn't mind it. To have that on my resume...a real one.
The point that you'd blast my scores out of the water? That's true. I wouldn't mind it. To have that on my resume...a real one.
Yeah, right. [She scoffs at that idea, snorting as she reaches for her OJ. Faith is working hard, but she doubts she'll be acing anything and is just as dubious that she'd do better than him.]
That's why I'm doing it, too. I don't think I'll ever have a normal job. But it would be nice to know I could, if I wanted. [Of course, for any decent job, she'd also have to get a degree.
One step at a time.]
That's why I'm doing it, too. I don't think I'll ever have a normal job. But it would be nice to know I could, if I wanted. [Of course, for any decent job, she'd also have to get a degree.
One step at a time.]
I'm probably not the person to talk to about real jobs. Most things come second to the night job.
[would he love to have a normal one? there are times he would have loved that; a normal 9-5, someone to share it with, a dog or something.
but the night is too dark for him to turn his back on the people.]
I think you could get a real hobby.
[would he love to have a normal one? there are times he would have loved that; a normal 9-5, someone to share it with, a dog or something.
but the night is too dark for him to turn his back on the people.]
I think you could get a real hobby.
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]
[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]
[hopefully he'll do better than hiding a Gundam in a bush or something....either way, there's the roaring of a tooootally subtle muscle car that screeches into Trowa's hiding spot. one of the windows (tinted) rolls down00]
Hey. It's time to get outta here. Didn't see anyone on the way up here.
Hey. It's time to get outta here. Didn't see anyone on the way up here.
Yeah, I know. Not like I have room to talk, either. [She's not had anything but her night job. And the occasional distraction... which is what Dick was supposed to be.
She snorts at the suggestion, stuffing another piece of waffle in her mouth.]
Like what? Pickleball?
She snorts at the suggestion, stuffing another piece of waffle in her mouth.]
Like what? Pickleball?
[Didn't she know that 'Distraction' is actually his middle name? It is, look at his birth certificate. he hums, though, shaking his head]
I teach gymnastics sometimes. You could do something like that. Teaching?
I teach gymnastics sometimes. You could do something like that. Teaching?
[He'd at least been more organized about hiding his Gundam than other people. Some of them basically left them sitting right out in the open sorry Quatre, flamingos are not good cover. He heard the car coming before it was actually there and moved closer out of coverage to watch for it]
Good. I was hoping they had decided to leave.
[He got into the car, shutting the door behind him]
Thanks for the lift. Normally I'd be more prepared, but sometimes you don't know when someone has caught on.
Good. I was hoping they had decided to leave.
[He got into the car, shutting the door behind him]
Thanks for the lift. Normally I'd be more prepared, but sometimes you don't know when someone has caught on.
[well if he had an asteroid to hide it behind, surely he'd take it. and no one else would come around practicing their moves.
Dick immediately peels out, his eyes peering around again for any pursuers, anything out of place]
No problem. I definitely know how it is, you've got to be prepared for anything.
[his eyes move back to Trowa, eying him up and down] Sure you're not hurt?
Dick immediately peels out, his eyes peering around again for any pursuers, anything out of place]
No problem. I definitely know how it is, you've got to be prepared for anything.
[his eyes move back to Trowa, eying him up and down] Sure you're not hurt?
[An asteroid would be good cover provided there weren't a lot of enemies around. A little hard to come by on Earth unfortunately... or probably fortunately]
Indeed. Usually I am. Jumping off was the best option I had.
[He glanced over as Dick turned to look at him] Yes. Perhaps ankle is sore, but nothing that won't heal.
[If that was his only problem, he was doing better than most]
Indeed. Usually I am. Jumping off was the best option I had.
[He glanced over as Dick turned to look at him] Yes. Perhaps ankle is sore, but nothing that won't heal.
[If that was his only problem, he was doing better than most]
[there's no sigh of relief, and there's a steady hold of Trowa's gaze to see if he can spot a lie-- Trowa's poker face is better than Batman's at this rate]
Good to hear. Now, you wanna tell me just what they were after?
Good to hear. Now, you wanna tell me just what they were after?
I could. I've taught more than a few of the mini-Slayers, so it's not like I don't know how. Where do you teach gymnastics? I could do self-defense or something. Or sword fighting?
[It would just mean she'd have to think through how a normal person could fight someone off. Having superstrength made things a little different.]
[It would just mean she'd have to think through how a normal person could fight someone off. Having superstrength made things a little different.]
There's a center a couple blocks from here. Do it a couple times a week, when I'm in town. You could teach a kid how to throw a punch.
[she's going to teach kids how to make bullies cry, and he should be against that, but.]
Maybe the sword parts can come later.
[she's going to teach kids how to make bullies cry, and he should be against that, but.]
Maybe the sword parts can come later.
I could do that. I knew how to throw a punch even before I got my powers. [She was always a bit of a menace, let's be honest.]
Maybe we could spar a little too? [Faith winks before finishing off her OJ.] I might even let you win.
[Which isn't fair, he's damn skilled and might well beat her even with her powers in a fair fight. But it's more fun to tease him.]
Maybe we could spar a little too? [Faith winks before finishing off her OJ.] I might even let you win.
[Which isn't fair, he's damn skilled and might well beat her even with her powers in a fair fight. But it's more fun to tease him.]
[Trowa had trained himself to keep things to himself. In this case, it was the truth; probably the worst was some ankle pain, but he had tested his limbs after the landing and nothing moved in a way that was unnatural]
Information. I was helping with a mission and I guess one of them saw me going in or coming out of one of the locations. At first he 'just wanted to talk' but when 'talk' turned into brandishing a gun, I figured it was easier to try and reduce the chance he'd look for me.
Information. I was helping with a mission and I guess one of them saw me going in or coming out of one of the locations. At first he 'just wanted to talk' but when 'talk' turned into brandishing a gun, I figured it was easier to try and reduce the chance he'd look for me.
Let me win? Holy smokes, Batman! [he laughs, warm and low] I think you're better watch your words, before you land on your ass.
Ah, one of those.
[he's a little too intimately aware getting caught up by a goon that just happens to turn the corner at a terrible moment.]
Hate when I miss a camera or something. Usually the change of the guard is pretty predictable, but.
[he's a little too intimately aware getting caught up by a goon that just happens to turn the corner at a terrible moment.]
Hate when I miss a camera or something. Usually the change of the guard is pretty predictable, but.
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