[Video clicks on to show Max sitting on her bed, grinning widely, wearing clothes that are clearly not hers, given that they don’t fit almost at all. (She sort of forgot to take her civvies with her on patrol tonight.) Still, with her unerring sense for the amusing, the shirt says “WANTED: Dead & Alive, Schroedinger’s Cat.” It may be three sizes
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And I think Mr. Wayne is in Seattle, or at least the Wayne Enter--whatever is.
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Thanks! That's really helpful. [Self sufficient as she would like to be, it's actually quite a relief to hear Mr. Wayne's here.[]
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No problem! I hope you can totally find him.
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And thanks! That's kind of you.
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[She shuts up.] Much as I respect the man, him being a father figure? Not an easy thing to imagine. Demanding great uncle, maybe.
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[ she pauses. She's still smiling, but it looks a little forced. Asking about Bruce AND Babs? Now, this seems suspicious. ]
She might be around. She showed up for about five minutes, at least. Is she a friend of yours or something?
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She's sort of a mentor to me, back home. And yeah, one of my closest friends. [Now she really wishes she'd taken the time to get to know Dick and Tim, but they'd always seemed kind of - intimidating, and sad.] So who are you?
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[A pause. Something occurs to her.] About how old would you say Mr. Wayne is?
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Early forties? Why do you ask?
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Okay, I've just encrypted this link to hell and back. I need to ask you a sort of weird question. Does he have a - a black leather fetish, of sorts? Likes to roam around at night?
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