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Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

The voice booming from the shadows caught her off guard as much as the men rushing towards her. There wasnt much time to contemplate it though, as the action picked up almost immediately after the shadowed figure had made his presence known. It was instant, the recognition. Barbara had spent years fighting alongside Dick, and there was no mistaking the way he moved. It was hard to focus at that point, and she probably looked a little silly just standing there slack jawed as Batman dispatched most of the goons without much effort. There was a rush of emotions. Relief, excitement, annoyance and irritation. Dick represented a lot of things for the redhead. The one thing she would never live up to, the line she had never crossed and a bunch of other confused feelings that had never been worked out over their years together. It was only as the last thug started to make a run for it that she snapped back, reaching for her belt and hurling a batarang in his direction. The metal made contact with the back of the goons head, sending him sprawling forward, body limp before it even hit the ground. Barbara tried to to show the relief she felt in actually hitting her target, as her aiming had been a little off lately. The situation was under control. The aggravation would be obvious in her tone, only turning to look up at the man next to her after the words had left her lips. Bright green eyes narrowed and burned into him. I didnt need your help. Maybe it was a bit of a lie, but Dick knew better than anyone that Babs was prideful to a fault sometimes. It even overrode the fact that part of her was happy to see him, and had this been a different situation she probably would have welcomed him with a hug. That wasnt on her list of things to do though, simply glaring at him before shooting her grappling hook up towards the ceiling in order to make her way to the roof. GCPD would be here soon to clean up the mess, and as always...they needed to be elsewhere when that happened. The fresh air felt nice, the wind gently rustling her cape behind her as she took a moment to compose herself. The question of why he was here...was a stupid one, but she couldnt help but ask herself anyway. Grumbling to herself as she did so. Stupid Boy Wonder It was mumbled under her breath, just as she moved to kick an empty water bottle that had no doubt been left up here by one of the warehouse workers on break. The plastic crumpled a little as it skidded across the roof, stopping as it reached the edge of the building. I did not bring a plus one. The redhead was pacing a bit now, arms crossed over her chest. Not caring if Grayson had followed her or not, which she suspected he would. The man had a tendency to be annoying like that. Why was she so wound up over him being back? Seeing him again? It was a road of questioning she wasnt really willing to go down. Memories rushing back to her mind, years of tension and arguments...friendship and laughter. Ugh!!
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

Dick was obviously more in character than he thought as he managed to keep the joke in response to himself and said, I know, even though it was a lie. He had enough faith in Barbara and her skills that he doubted a handful of idiots would take her down, but it was obvious as he approached that she'd rushed in and let herself be surprised. He crouched down and checked to make sure the man he'd dropped so brutally still had a pulse as he said, the more memorable appearances Batman makes tonight, the better. And I was looking for you anyway. At the sound of sirens, Dick glanced up toward the door. In his ear, Alfred confirmed having alerted the police, who were eager to pick up this gang who appeared to be involved with smuggling in some of the venom that Bane was flooding the city with. Did Barbara even know about that? Would she have been so reckless if she knew about the performance enhancing drug that made users superhumanly strong and aggressive? As he glanced toward the sirens, she was gone, and Dick allowed himself a rueful smile as he wondered if she was going to make him chase her. It had been the sort of thing she'd do all those years ago, and despite all his training and skill, his longer legs and the fact that not that he'd admit it he knew the scent of her perfume or shampoo or whatever it was and could recognize it from twenty yards.... despite all that, he only caught her about half the time. He shot up onto the roof the grapple was still calibrated for Bruce, so that's at least one thing he overlooked and landed with the cape billowing out around him in that over-the-top dramatic way that Bruce favored. Dick had seen it so often that he really felt like Batman for a second as he stood up. His serious veneer collapsed as he saw Barbara, unscathed, a little mad. He shouldn't have noticed the way her cheeks flushed after all this time, but it was just good detective work, right? He took a second to repress that thought and the scent was still the same? Brand loyalty, or Miss Gordon knew what worked for her? and to rethink his impulse to express concern or surprise to see her out like this. How long had it been since the wheelchair? Not long enough. I guess you heard about Bruce...? He walked a few steps closer to her, wondering if it was a good or bad thing to talk with real names. It wasn't like anyone could overhear, and Batman talking about Bruce Wayne might just help confuse the issue for anyone close to figuring it out, anyway. Plus, was he supposed to talk about Batman? He was Batman. That thought seemed blasphemous, but it was true. I stopped by your place, but obviously you were elsewhere. How long have you been... back? He gestured toward the outfit in a way that was a struggle not to move his hand in an hourglass-y way to indicate her figure. He might've failed at that a little, but at least he kept any hint of judgment from his voice about her being back in the cape and cowl.
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

The redhead turned as soon as she heard his voice, something comforting about it. Of course I know about Bruce. The words were soft, sullen. Green eyes peered up at him, teeth digging into her bottom lip. A tell that she was nervous or frustrated, in this situation possibly both? It had been a long time since they had seen one another, Dick had his own life now, his own city. It was strange seeing him now, as Batman. It felt wrong, like a kid playing dress up in his father's clothes. In some ways, it was exactly like that. A few months. Of course she noticed the subtle movement of his hand, hinting at the curves of her body with its motion. Its been...an adjustment. Babs wanted to stay mad, but it was impossible for her to hold a grudge against Grayson. They had been through so much together, in some ways he was her best friend. Or had been before he left. Even though she understood his reasons, she still felt a little like he had abandoned her. It was childish, but even in knowing that...it didnt shake the feeling. Ive missed you, its good to have you back. Even if...its a little weird having you all The redhead motioned with her arm towards his costume. It was weird for other reasons too, but she wasnt about to breathe a word of the emotional effect he was having on her. Mainly because she wasnt sure she really understood it. All she was doing right now was fighting the urge to hug him. Or just be close to him. Dick had always been her comfort, made her feel safe, and even with everything that had happened...that remained the same. Bet you love having a cape again, huh? There it was, the teasing words and that bright smile that taunted him playfully...as it had so many times in the past. Some of the tension eased in that moment and it almost felt like old time. Almost. So, whats the plan, boss? It was strange to think that he was now in that position. Of course Bruce would probably still be calling most of the shots from the sideline, but on the street...Dick was going to be the leader. It wasn't that much of a stretch, given their history. Nightwing had lead the Teen Titans, so it was an old hat. Don't get too bossy with me though, I might like it. Arching an eyebrow at him she let out a chuckle, having always enjoyed pushing his buttons. Nothing had ever came of their flirtations, but no matter how much time passed or where they were in their lives...it never really stopped.
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

Dick rolled his eyes, not that it was all that visible behind the mask. Bruce had wanted Batman to appear pretty impassive, and so the mask covered most expressions. The depth of the protective filament also allowed for various tech lenses to slip out to allow for targeting, night vision, or heat signature tracking. It all made for the inert, scary batman that the criminals of Gotham feared and prevented rolling eyes from making the city's Dark Knight look frivolous, even though the man behind the mask just now certainly felt that way. Don't get me started on the cape... If Bruce doesn't hurry back, by the time he returns Batman's going to really different. He smirked then. This was not a facial movement that the cowl could conceal. He rapped his gauntlet-ed fist gently on the sleek armor over his thigh. Hell, I oughtta change over to yellow tights on the legs. See how he likes it. His smirk was just starting to fade when Babs threw in that little flirtation. He was incapable of making his smile vanish at that point even though he really should. Something about those lips calling him boss as she laughed gently at the idea made him move smoothly to stand nearer. His hand reached out to barely brush her hip as he said, You never struck me as the submissive type. His fingers slid down over the curve of her armored leg and he tipped his chin slightly before moving away, but I don't think you're gonna be thrilled with following these orders. I can throw in you having to wear stockings, though, if it'll make it easier. Another grin and then his smirk vanished. Here's the thing, Alfred's running things for me from the cave, but... He reached up and did something at the side of his cowl which would keep Alfred from hearing any of this. He's not really here. He needs to go help Bruce, at least for a little while, but I need somebody watching the systems even more than Bruce ever did. So... He gestured toward the gorgeous redhead, you'd be great to have here... or in bed or on that rooftop over there... He grinned now. Seriously, though, you're an asset in the streets for sure, this he said sincerely, though truthfully Dick wasn't excited about Barbara being in costume so soon after her recovery. She was certainly great, but how fragile was she? How rusty? But what I need is eyes on the whole city and Alfred needs to go help Bruce. It's the only way I see us getting the city under control and getting rid of Bane.
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

Barbara tried to remain fairly stoic as Dick moved closer, commenting on how she didn't seem to be a certain type. Still she could feel the light brush at her hip, swallowing hard as she just chalked it up to a accidental bump and not a intentional touch. It didn't stop her heart rate from picking up for a moment. It's cute that you think you know me so well. Then he mentioned stockings and she couldn't help but chuckle, the joke distracting her from the turn in conversation that was sure to make her unhappy. As he continued she finally turned to look at him, eyes narrowing a bit as he started to ease into his point a little more. The flirtations were still distracting, seemingly peppered in there to keep her from flying off the handle too quickly. Still, he did have to eventually make his point. You're trying to bench me? O f course she knew his point was valid, but it didn't really help ease the sting of what he was saying. I mean, I understand what you're saying...but... The logical part of Babs was on board with his reasoning, but the hotheaded little bat was internally screaming at him for coming into her city and making changes like he had the right. What about a compromise? I can make some calls, pull some strings, and find someone suitable to help out manning the systems. Of course she would still need to help out, as most of the people capable of taking over the job of Oracle had other things on their plate as well. Still, it would keep her from having to be a permanent behind the scenes fixture. Not now that she didn't have to be one. There were numerous people that could help, but if she were able to get a hold of Julia AKA Penny-Two, they would be set. Alfred's daughter knew the system as well as anyone, but she was almost impossible to get a hold of these days. Hopping from country to country. Still, she could try. If not, there were some people who owed her favors that would work in the interim. At least free her up a little so she could run around and fight the baddies. Dick's reasoning had been logical enough to where she didn't question his motives too carefully. No clue that he was concerned if she was ready or not to be back in the mask. Had she known that...this conversation would be going very, very differently. Fishnets or the kind with the seam up the back? There was a small smirk pulling at her lips as she teased him about the stockings. Hinting that these types of items might very well already be tucked away in a dresser drawer somewhere. Clearing her throat with a light shake of her head she focused back in on reality. Can I finish off my night before you send me to the bull pin? I've got one more stop on my usual route.
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

Dick didn't anticipate the offer, but he really should've. The mask did keep from revealing the momentary consternation as she suggested a compromise. With her connections and all that time with the Birds of Prey and the other Batgirls it stood to reason that she would have a few potential replacements to call in. They probably weren't as good as Oracle, but then neither was Alfred, and that was how Dick had phrased the whole problem, wasn't it? I just need somebody behind the comms who knows this city and the systems as well as Penny-One and that I can depend on. Obviously you're the best choice, but I'm willing to consider alternatives. Maybe he ought to just flat-out tell her that he was worried.... but of course he could easily imagine how well that would go over. And maybe he'd just caught her at a bad moment, too. Her error earlier could've been a one-off thing. But Dick knew that didn't really matter. Even if Babs was perfect tonight, he'd still worry about the girl getting hurt again. It wasn't fair, he knew... she wasn't really at any greater risk than Bruce or Tim or Dick himself, but because of what had happened to her and how he felt about her, the concern was very different. And he's not going anywhere tonight, he said as he switched back on the audio connection with Alfred, so you're good to finish your rounds. Let me tag along, though... He grinned and his hand deliberately grazed her thigh and around toward the swell of her ass as he moved around her. I need to observe you in motion before I can decide, but I'm thinking fishnets... He squinted and let his gaze move over her body, and maybe nothing else...? His smirk broadened.
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

The redhead was relieved as Dick agreed to her terms, but she sensed on some level hi didn't really want to. Babs wasn't going to push her luck though, he had agreed to her terms and that was all she really needed right now. The relief she felt as he said she could finish her rounds was short lived by the fact that he would be tagging along. Lips parted to protest, but the words caught in her throat as soon as she felt his touch along her thigh. It was purposeful, and she was amazed that such subtle contact could send little bolts of electricity through her body the way it did. It wasn't the touch, on some level she knew that. It was who was touching her that was causing the reaction. Still she tried to hide the effect it had as best she could, although it was made all the more difficult with what he was saying to her. The image played through her mind, as much as she was trying to will it not to. Sitting at her station, nothing but fishnets on...Dick coming in all sweaty from fighting... Whoa! Stop it! Shaking her head she pushed the thought to the side. No completely banishing it, as it might be of used later after she had crawled into bed and called it a night. Which was...horrible of her, but Dick had a way of making his way into most of her fantasies. The cocky bastard. In your dreams. Lame comeback, but she had to say something before too much time passed. Just try to keep up, huh? With a smirk her hand moved to her belt and she started running, leaping off the edge of the building, only to come swinging back upward, and landing without a sound on the next rooftop. The last stop was an easy one. Just checking on an abandoned house that used to be a hide out for some rather seedy Gotham villains. It had been abandoned for a long time, but Barbara had been making it a point to check on it...just in case. It was old and dilapidated. Looking as though it might have been pulled from some post apocalyptic move set. There wasn't much inside. Some dirty mattresses, an old dresser which only housed one drawer and a slew of empty liquor bottles. Hoping in through the upstairs window Batgirl let out a sigh. Everything appeared to be as she had left it last time. It was a bit of a disappointment, as she really felt she needed to work some aggression out now...or more...frustrations. When Dick no doubt made his appearance, as she hadn't actually been trying to lose him, she would turn to him and shrug. No more action for me tonight...unless you wanted to tumble. The redhead playfully stretched her arm out, lightly punching his shoulder.
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

Only every night, he said in response to her come-back. It was timed so that even if it made the redhead flush and her pale cheeks showed a flush so easily it was impossible not to try and make it happen it wouldn't screw up her launch off the building. And of course it wasn't entirely true. The fishnets were a new thought, to be honest, but the frequency of Barbara in his dreams was decidedly regular. He watched her dive off the building and swing up and across the city skyline, telling himself it was to assess her form and technique. Of course the fit of her uniform was more what he noticed. A bit distracted, Master Dick? He broke into a jog to follow her, and as he did, he said, I'm cutting the visual feed, he said, then added, as if it would cover where his eyes had been, does Bruce still have biometrics built into the batgirl costume, or did Barbara find those and pull them out? I want some readouts on her performance since she got back at it if possible... see how she's getting back into the swing of things. Something about the Very good, Master Dick, suggested that Alfred didn't buy it, but at least recognized that it was a good idea. He punched in the code on the palm of the glove that shut off the feed to the cave just as he dove from the rooftop, and for a few minutes Dick was Batman, trailing Batgirl through the night air. It was probably his imagination that he could smell her perfume leading him as surely as that streak of telltale red hair. He dropped in the window of the derelict building, one of the various red hoods' old hide outs as he recalled. As she punched his shoulder, Dick smiled. Aren't you a little rusty to be challenging Batman? He shifted back into an easy stance, rolling his shoulders. But if you want to make things interesting, you in stockings sounds like pretty good stakes for when I win...
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

I wouldn't dare challenge Batman .. The smile on her lips was friendly enough, but there was a mischievous little twinkle in her eye that usually hinted that she was up to something. ...and when I win, you get to bust out those yellow tights. Part of her knew there was a good chance she wouldn't come out on top, but every now and then the underdog would pull out a win. That, and she had some tricks up her sleeve. Sparring wasn't new to them, had done it countless times in the past, but a lot of time had passed. Barbara wasn't convinced she could predict him quite as well as she used to be able to. That, and he wasn't rusty. Everything inside of her told her to back down, but that damn pride of hers was once again overriding logical though. Plus, it might be fun...and maybe a small part of her just wanted to touch him. Taking a step the side she squared up with him, looking him over for a moment...having forgotten how tall and toned he was. Trying to hide any intimidation from her features she let out a sigh and rolled her shoulders back. They shouldn't be doing this, it was childish...but Dick and Barbara seemed to be bad influences on each other sometimes. Age before beauty. The redhead had a plan, goading him into moving first. The goal was simply. Dodge his advance and get her hands on that cape. Dick wasn't used to having one, and that was certainly an advantage. If she was successful, the girl would move in fast fluid motions to maneuver herself behind him, working to pull that cape up and over his head before leaping onto his back in an attempt to keep it there. Toned legs would wrap around his waist, her chest pressed firmly to his back. Even in the situation it would be hard to ignore how close they were. If there was one thing she was happy about though, it was that he didn't have those damn sticks. Having been shocked by those more than once...she wasn't a fan of being on the other end of them. Nightwing was an annoying little bugger to fight. The thought made her chuckle to herself, realizing just how odd this all was. Didn't make it any less fun though, as she knew that neither of them would actually do any serious damage to the other. Not like when the brothers went at it sometimes...that could get pretty ugly pretty past. With Babs they had always kept it fairly playful though, and if anyone did get hurt, it was purely accident. There was an advantage to Dick dressing up like Batman though, it almost neutralized him in her mind. At least a little, which made her head and her heart less of a mess.
Thread: || City on the Edge || trample & PressHeart

Dick inclined his head slightly and said, I think the idea is that the Bat is an ageless, immortal symbol of the heart of Gotham... or something, so I'm not sure technically how 'age' stacks up, but.... He stepped forward with his nearer foot as if about to rush at her and then smoothly pushed off that toe and lifted his whole body on it. Something between a ballerina and an acrobat, that movement was the opposite of what his body language indicated - and by design. If Dick were fighting himself he'd know how much he hated that damn cape just as much as Barbara did. He'd go straight for it. So instead of giving her access to it he pivoted up on his toe and swung his other foot up and out, snapping a kick toward her torso that would send anyone sprawling -- but not much worse. The shift would be even more effective if she was going to feign to his weak side like he would have done before darting around him to get near his back the other direction. And it would've worked, too, except that the weight of the cape. As Dick shifted his body in that artful way the cape just kept moving and his kick was thrown off by the fabric overlaying his foot as he swung it. He barely connected and was hopelessly open for a second, desperately crouching to block whatever she was about to throw at him with one arm while the other reached for his shoulder. He was taking this damn cape off! There was no way this ended in anything other than Barbara in fishnets... or, ideally, out of them....