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[fledges]

Yeah, I know. Would threatening you get you to stop?

[That is a joke. Mostly.]

[overrate]

[ sure, whatever. better that than say something. ]

45 minutes.

[lucubrare]

maybe I'll always be amazed by the things people tell strangers when they're trying to get drunk

from what?

[batricide]

Only if you put your money where your mouth is.

[batricide]

[ No response. He'll be there, though. Wearing a long sleeved shirt. The arm he has is basic - not the one he'll be wearing later, this one has zero actual functionality, but it fills out his shirt and that's enough.

he only really needs one, anyway. ]

[batricide]

Loose lips sink ships. Shame most people don't have the sense to capitalize on it.

I lost an arm.

[overrate]

[ he's close to when he said he'd be there. but he comes strolling in, his hands firmly in his pocket, as he cranes his neck to look around the abandoned warehouse, before settling on Damian. ]

Atmospheric.

[batricide]

It's out of the way.

[ which is really all that matters. ]

[overrate]

Sure.

[ getting a titans tower, or something similar, took a lot of time.

and money. and it's not like they had golden credit cards to speed the process up any. but he takes a moment to look at his arm-- its uselessness is hard to ignore, and it's hard to hide the skepticism in his face about doing this so soon. ]

You sure you're good to fight?

[ it's. almost concern? ]

[lucubrare]

if I hear anything interesting I'll let you know

how??

[batricide]

[ aw, look at that. damian's eyebrow ticks down, unseen behind the curtain of his hair. He hides it behind a smirk. ]

You've never met my mother, have you?

[batricide]

Good.

Pissed the wrong person off.
We have enemies here. You'll want to minimize our contact in any visible spaces. She's been targeting family and friends.

[fledges]

[That finally gets Kate to smile a little, grabbing one of the throw pillows to swat him gently.]

Don't tempt me.

[batricide]

[ he huffs out a sound that might be a laugh, allowing the swat. he's trying very hard not to show Real Emotion here, it's not really working. ]

If you actually want to help, you're going to need to start cooking until this heals properly.

[fledges]

[That was almost a laugh, and so Kate doubles down on the teasing. It's a better strategy than dwelling too hard on the "help" part of that statement.]

Wow, a "get in the kitchen" from you? Gross, Damian.

[batricide]

Just try not to burn the place down.

[ just... focus on teasing. this is friendship, right? right. ]

[fledges]

[She rolls her eyes.]

You're getting oatmeal every night, just for that.

[overrate]

No.

[ he legitimately has no clue who she is. but sounds like his luck with parents might be better-- in that they were just neglectful assholes. ]

Sounds like I might not want to.

[batricide]

You don't.

[ and she's the parent he likes better. ]

Mother taught me to survive anything by systematically breaking everything. Teaching me to live without and to work through the pain.

[batricide]

Harsh words. Let's see if you've got the follow-through.

[fledges]

I can't believe you're doubting me. What are you going to do about it if I do follow through?

[batricide]

Order out, obviously.

[fledges]

[Kate bursts out laughing. It's maybe the first time she's relaxed enough to in days.]

Wow, what a threat. How will I possibly go on?

[batricide]

You'll just need to get on my level, Bishop.

[ it does feel good to hear her laugh, though. thank god. ]

[fledges]

[She nudges him with the pillow this time, still smiling.]

I've always been on your level.