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Dick knew he’d been made- he knew it two days ago when he let himself be seen. He wore his Batman costume for that specific reason- Nightwing wasn’t a Gotham symbol, Batman was. He’d crouched lower down on the ledge he was positioned on, searching for any signs of movement. Nothing more than the usual comings and goings. It put him on edge. He’d been seen over forty-eight hours ago, why wasn’t someone trying to shoot him?

As if to answer his question, an infectiously cheery voice rang out,shattering the silence of the rooftop. Instinctively, he pitched himself forward and off the ledge, narrowly avoiding whatever had been swung at his head, though he felt the rush of air it brought with it. He quickly grappled back up, snarling as he rolled onto the rooftop and brought himself to his full height.

“Quinn. Clowning around in Joker’s absence, I see.”

Harley has always been a hit first, ask questions later kinda gal and this instance in particular is no different. She creeps up behind the dark figure that seems to be keeping watch of the hideout she’s been holed up in and grips the handle of her bat tightly. “Batter up!” she calls out as she swings wide and hard, hoping that whatever she’s about to make contact with has a name that starts with a Bat and ends with a man.

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Dick had to sigh softly, head pivoting melodramatically. He tossed up his hands in mock defeat, head hung down to his breast.”No fantasy? Oh, no, slay me. However will we survive the doldrums of the day-to-day?”

“All work and no play, as they say.”

          “i don’t do fantasy.”

           there are, perhaps, a few arthur conan doyle’s tucked away on her            shelf, but she isn’t going to bring them out for  show  and tell   now.            tolkien is interesting enough,   but rowling is completely inaccurate.             she knows he’s looking for some  kind of   positive   response and             she does flash him the briefest and smallest of smiles.

          “… i’d rather spend my time learning how to hone my skills.”

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...So are we changing my codename from Nightwing to Grubhub? Because I can see some legal issues on the horizon.

— pick up some milk and eggs on the way back to the tower?

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Oooooh... Yeah, that guy ain’t walkin’ for at least a month.

--Sorry, Oracle. You were saying?

Mmmm– are you done yet? I’ve got one more thing for you to do for me today. 

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For someone whose codename means “sees all,” you sure missed that sarcasm.

Hey- hold your snarky retort for a second? This guy thinks he’s getting back up.

What? I’ve only ever heard him calling himself daddy, Nightwing. 

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Now I’m just discouraged in the field.Thanks a lot, Oracle.

When did you become Jason? 

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Hush, Oracle. Daddy’s working.

         How– what? What are you doing– 

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“So you watched the NBA finals, too?”

He returned her smirk and cocked an eyebrow. “You have so many spellbooks. Never time for a good detective novel or high fantasy epic. C’mon, let’s go Tolkien on this! A little bit of Rowling never hurt anybody.”

          “speaking of zone interference...” 

           what she means, of course, is her zone, his interference. she’s            definitely smirking now,  looking away from him to tuck a book-            mark into the pages.   “they’re spells,” she explains, monotone.            it’s to be expected, isn’t it?           raven with some sort of tome?            she’s almost surprised he even has to ask. 

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Dick couldn’t keep up the brooding Batman routine any longer, the smirk breaking into a full smile as he clasped hands with the King of Atlantis. “As do you, Arthur. But it’s Nightwing now, thanks- in part- to Superman.”

Dick chuckled and shook his head slightly. “No louder than a normal person’s footsteps, but I’ve been trained to listen to any sort of irregularities like that. Just something to keep in mind if you’re ever up against a stealthy foe- They’ll probably hear you long before they see you.”

        “Is that– No, it’s can’t be!” Arthur joined the other, then held out          his hand in greeting. “The Flying Grayson, I remember Bruce talking          about you a lot. You look good!” 

                 With a laugh, the other rubbed his neck, then shrugged. “Am I?                  Always in water lately, I forget sometimes how to present myself                   on land– Can’t be that loud!”

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“Aquaman, it’s been a while since we ran into one another up here, hasn’t it?”

Nightwing stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing over the instruments on the bridge of the Watchtower. Bruce had asked him to take control of monitor duty for the time being, and he gladly accepted. He rarely came to the station as it was, so any excuse was a good one. A small smirk tugged at the former Boy Wonder’s lips.

“You need to work on your stride. Too heavy, too regal. They’ll know you’re coming a mile away.”

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“Well, what should’ve been a ten point landing was reduced to a seven-point-eight due to zone interference.”

He casually brushed himself off, straightening his suit where the impact had crumpled it. He used an unlit monitor in the wing as a mirror to fix his hair before turning back to Raven. It was a book in her hand that had her so engrossed- why was he shocked?

“How ‘bout you make it up to me by telling me whatcha got there.”

            she’s reading, of course, and the interruption should be more of an             irritation than it proves to be. she sets the ancient tome down upon             her lap and simply raises a brow at the other titan.    the corners of             her lips threaten to turn upwards into a smirk.

           “… is that what that was?”

            she’s used to this– that much is apparent.

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“Yo, Ray! Heads up!”

The blue-clad hero swung into the open room via the doorjam, rapid firing a grapnel up to the ceiling to narrowly avoid his friend. He came to a not-so-graceful stop against the window pane of the Watchtower, bouncing off with a laugh.

“Talk about leaving an impression, huh?”