[Twelfth shot at not shooting small children in the spleen. Dictated.]

[eatshootsnleves]

[Filtered to all Arrows... and all Bats. But not Damian.]

Dick, Damian's under restraining order. He does not get anywhere near Lian, ever, again, until further notice. Are we clear on that?

I figured you'd want some advance warning in case I have to shoot him.

[/Filter]

[Damian]

So tell me, Robin, is every small child who gets within striking distance

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[This Roy]

[yeahihidmypants]

[he's read the filters that were somewhat addressed to include him, even the one with the other him, so, he knows that Lian is okay, but he'll offer regardless]

If you ever need a hand, Roy - I'm sure she's quite an excitable handful. We seemed to get along okay, she's welcome to hang out with me whenever.

[This Ollie]

[eatshootsnleves]

Believe me, Ollie, you are right up there on the list of approved babysitters. [He's just feeling kind of disinclined to let her go right now. To anyone.]

[Them to the End]

[yeahihidmypants]

[he can understand wanting to keep her close, but just in case Lian still wants a bit of a change, since sometimes kids don't understand those things]

If you need anything, not just a babysitter - you can count on me.

[Them to the End]

[eatshootsnleves]

... You know what, Ollie?

I know.

I really do.

Maybe I won't take you up on it, but I know.

[yeahihidmypants]

[it takes him a while to respond, mostly because he knows that they've been walking carefully around the entire subject, and really - he figures it's not his world, not yet or not really, but that if he wanted to talk to him in that sort of manner, then they'd talk about it that way - but Ollie knows that isn't really his role - and to be honest, he's glad he's "Uncle" Ollie to Lian]

I'm glad, Roy. I'm really glad. [which he is]