action/phonecall | that awkward moment when a redheads suddenly chilling in your house

[brbgoing2russia]

[action a-morning-your kitchen]

[There's a little explosion of pink fluffy air, and Charlie's sitting kicked back in a chair at the kitchen table, looking totally cool with everything. Nope, it doesn't matter who you are or where you are, if she's met you or not. She's just chillin' there like she belongs there. ]

[action b-midday, your living

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C. The Hall of Doom, midday

[puzzlerprince]

[hiatus, what hiatus

So yeah. Eddie can't really say he's used to too many breaches of his secret lair. The sudden "POOF" of smoke as Charlie bounces into his control room is enough to send Eddie flailing out of his chair.]

[brbgoing2russia]

[Oh wow, this is a cool room. Hi Eddie, she'll step over your body and plop right on into that chair.]

Woah! Uber cool pad!

[puzzlerprince]

[...teleporters. Spend almost half a month reinforcing your defenses and you're breached by a teleporter. And of course she'd take the time to taunt him. Not on his watch. Pushing himself up off the ground and pulling her by the arm out of his chair.]

That's my seat.

[brbgoing2russia]

Woah! Hands off the merchandise buddy! [She'll let him pull her out of his chair though. And then she bounces out of his grip to behind him.]

Real possessive of it, aren't you? What's the deal? Does it spin or something?

[puzzlerprince]

[jfsafkfds whipping around to face her.]

Stop doing that.

[brbgoing2russia]

Doing what? This? [La-de-dah, Bouncing back into his seat.]

So, is this your secret lair?

[puzzlerprince]

Yes. That.

[You might notice that the Riddler's a little bit more on edge than usual, Charlie. Have fun with that.]

This is, indeed, my headquarters. Though it would appear as though it isn't quite as "secret" as I'd hoped.

[brbgoing2russia]

[She doesn't notice at all. He seems grumpy. Like always. She just makes herself comfy in his seat. She'll even put her feet up on his desk because she's so ladylike.]

Don't feel bad. It must be hard to have the strongest teleporter in the universe in between you and world domination, or whatever your goal is.

[puzzlerprince]

[Yep, just throw more salt into those gaping wounds. That'll help.]

My goals are absolutely none of your concern. And even if they did involve you, you aren't... [A threat. At least not as big a threat as the Batman. Or the Major. But... supposing there were other teleporters in this town that might make their way in here. Susan, Ai, and Slugger have already demonstrated that capability. ...clearly he needs to be a bit more creative in how he sets up his security.]

In any case, I can assure you that my ambitions don't involve babysitting.

[brbgoing2russia]

They're totally my concern! Because I'm defending the people here, and you're probably up to some evil plot because that's what bad guys do. [Because the world's black and white.]

Does your bad-guy club offer day care?