[01] Suddenly the 1950s

[gingerbatgirl]

A. Early morning; Action; Waking up

[Upon waking up, the first thing she notices is that this isn't her bed. Opening her eyes, it's clear that this isn't her bedroom either. Hell, it's probably not even her house. She's also pretty sure that she's not alone in this bed. Pushing aside her first instinct to just punch the person next to her until they

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[notasidedick]

[His first reaction would be to be annoyed. Mostly because, hey, he was sleeping and that was totally rude.

Except...]

[notasidedick]

[Drones wives don't randomly smack him with pillows like that and call him Dick. Or something like that.

Which is why he's sitting up and staring at Babs for quite a bit.]

[notasidedick]

[Wait. She looks younger.

Still staring.

This is really weird.]

ok i'll stop 8|

[notasidedick]

...Babs?

Oh you

[gingerbatgirl]

[She'll just stare back while he tries to figure things out. When he finally says her name she raises an eyebrow at him and nods]

Last time I checked. What's going on, Dick?

[notasidedick]

[Is this the best morning ever or the worst morning ever?]

Well...welcome to Mayfield? Long story short, we've been taken from wherever we were and thrown into 1950s America. Exciting huh?

Also, we're married. [Might as well drop the bomb now.]

[gingerbatgirl]

[It's hard to tell, isn't it?]

Mayfield...[And now she's just going to stare. And stare. And then stare some more. And then smack Dick with the pillow again because she can't think of a more logical response. Enjoy your new wife, Dick]

[notasidedick]

Ow. [Woah. Rude. He was just informing you now instead of you finding out later when everyone calls you Mrs. Grayson.] What was that for? I just thought you'd like to know.

[gingerbatgirl]

It seemed like the right response at the time. [She'll put the pillow down now but it's right there if she needs it again]

Alright. So. We're in a place called Mayfield. Where it is apparently the 1950s. And we're married. To each other. [A short moment of staring before she speaks again] Why?

[notasidedick]

I think I might have to be careful if you think the right response is to hit me. [What even.]

I can't really answer why. I arrived here a month or two ago, but I was also here before. There isn't really an explanation.

[gingerbatgirl]

You having to be careful should just be common sense when it involves me. [Leave her alone, she's still not sure how she feels about any of this]

Of course there isn't. There's never an explanation when it comes to things like this. ...Not that things like this specifically are that common, I guess. I mean, kidnapping is one thing but kidnapping someone and putting them in the 1950s...[Yes, she's rambling] Can I ask you something? [You probably already know that she's going to ask with or without your consent]

[notasidedick]

I didn't think trying to inform you was worthy of getting hit.

You can ask me whatever you want. My answer wasn't going to stop you from asking whatever you wanted to ask me anyways. What is it? [At least she was willing to ask before just throwing a question his way.]

[gingerbatgirl]

You'd be surprised. But I promise I won't hit you again. Unless you deserve it.

It's actually two questions. To begin with, why do you look older? [Because that's the only important question she has] The second question....people are going to start calling me Mrs. Grayson, aren't they? [NOT SURE HOW FEEL]

[notasidedick]

You'd find a way for me to deserve it then.

Because I'm twenty-six. I wanted to ask why you look younger. And...yeah I guess they will. That. Wow, that's kind of weird.

[gingerbatgirl]

Probably.

Twenty six...[Wow. That's...wow] You're supposed to be twenty. I'm only twenty three. [Damn you for suddenly being three years older than her] Huh. I'm not really sure how I feel about that.

[notasidedick]

One second. Babs...what's the last few things that you remember? I mean, important things. [Oh god. Oh god.]

I just...I need to know where exactly they decided to pluck you from.