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[Tim]
Hypothetically... if I were going to ask you to grab some pizza with me, what would you say? You still eat pizza, I hope.
A thirty, forty minute endeavor to get some food in the city. I'll buy. Deal?
... and that would be a better ice breaker if I actually had any money.
[private]
[written]
Maybe I should get a job at a library or something. Sort books in between talking to princes and lounging around a magical castle. Still don't know how to react to all of that. Or Tim, Cass, and this AU Batman.
Good thing I know how to improvise. Play it by ear is the name of the game. So, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing (whatever that is) until it hits me like a brick wall. Sounds like a plan to me!
... I don't even know what to do about the whole secret identity thing. Identity crisis, much? Though, I have a feeling this place isn't nice enough to keep the crime to night. Do I glue myself to the cowl, or what?
It's not like I can ask anyone. Their response would be NEVER PUT IT ON AGAIN!!!
I'm going to get a complex... still, my therapy bills? Minuscule compared to some. Ouch. That was uncalled for.
(Even if it's true. Shh.)
I'll keep Batgirl on the DL, for now. See what the others do.
[/private]
[a soft sigh, then she switches to dictating]
This place is fancy. My bed is probably the softest thing I've ever slept on, and the sheets probably have a thread count somewhere in the thousands. Nice. Not nice enough to stay here forever, but it's nice to know I'll be comfortable until I get out of here and back to Gotham.
I'm glad I won't have to figure out how to tell my professors I missed exams because I was stuck in another world.
Now that I've properly rambled at you guys, I'll drop a hi! and crawl back into my corner.
[Tim]
Before you shoot me down--
I know where you reside. Concussed I may have been, but I was paying attention.
Keeping that in mind, what do you say to grabbing some pizza in the kitchen with me?
Hypothetically... if I were going to ask you to grab some pizza with me, what would you say? You still eat pizza, I hope.
A thirty, forty minute endeavor to get some food in the city. I'll buy. Deal?
... and that would be a better ice breaker if I actually had any money.
[private]
[written]
Maybe I should get a job at a library or something. Sort books in between talking to princes and lounging around a magical castle. Still don't know how to react to all of that. Or Tim, Cass, and this AU Batman.
Good thing I know how to improvise. Play it by ear is the name of the game. So, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing (whatever that is) until it hits me like a brick wall. Sounds like a plan to me!
... I don't even know what to do about the whole secret identity thing. Identity crisis, much? Though, I have a feeling this place isn't nice enough to keep the crime to night. Do I glue myself to the cowl, or what?
It's not like I can ask anyone. Their response would be NEVER PUT IT ON AGAIN!!!
I'm going to get a complex... still, my therapy bills? Minuscule compared to some. Ouch. That was uncalled for.
(Even if it's true. Shh.)
I'll keep Batgirl on the DL, for now. See what the others do.
[/private]
[a soft sigh, then she switches to dictating]
This place is fancy. My bed is probably the softest thing I've ever slept on, and the sheets probably have a thread count somewhere in the thousands. Nice. Not nice enough to stay here forever, but it's nice to know I'll be comfortable until I get out of here and back to Gotham.
I'm glad I won't have to figure out how to tell my professors I missed exams because I was stuck in another world.
Now that I've properly rambled at you guys, I'll drop a hi! and crawl back into my corner.
[Tim]
Before you shoot me down--
I know where you reside. Concussed I may have been, but I was paying attention.
Keeping that in mind, what do you say to grabbing some pizza in the kitchen with me?