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WHO: Talia al Ghul and Jason Todd
WHERE: Yet another snazzy hotel, several miles outside of the City.
WHEN: Backdated to Monday night
WARNINGS: Who even knows.
SUMMARY: After a less than stellar meeting with Damian, Talia hits up her other info source on the way out of the City.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever
It was all the same, essentially, she supposed. Another hotel, another city, another night of slipping about undetected. The same as home in those respects. Without riches or connections or even her own blood either beside or against her, but the same in some small ways nonetheless. It was optimistic, perhaps, to wonder if another aspect may be the same. Dangerously idealistic, particularly to her own pragmatic style. Yet there was no help for it. The detective appeared to be gone. What other connections did she have to call upon in such a strange land? Selina Kyle?
She smiled grimly to herself at the thought and moved away from the window to recline on the sofa in the center of the living area of the suit. No, she did not regret the invitation. Talia could only pray it proved it more satisfying meeting than the one with her son. Well, at the very least, she supposed she would not be perturbed by any costume the former Robin chose to arrive in.