[ For Damian. And, after everything that happened earlier. It's weird that the manor is only Tim in the boat house and Damian's pets. Something about the manor sitting there all but empty, and definitely without an adult attached to it, feels wrong, too; Tim and Damian alone out there. The Tower hasn't ever been an option. Return overtures are not on the table. Haven't been for months now. ]
Room for him. For the girls?
For Dinah?
[ Her tone isn't serious yet. It's speculative. Working the edges of a problem like it's a chessboard to be studied before a piece moved, more than a fact she's at the heart of already. She's staring up at the ceiling, not staring at it at all, thinking through the people here. Thinking of who their closest people are. Thinking of the Birds, the Kids. (That it's a lot more people underfoot. Even if there are several floors to this place, and she'd never turn her back or close a door on any of them.)
Do they ask Tim at this point, too?
Bring him in from the cold of an empty mausoleum? She didn't ask for this. But it doesn't mean she won't step up. ]
I'm sure if people want to stay there, we'll have plenty of room. But they're mostly doing just fine on their own. It's not a big city.
[ This isn't the Titans, where they all lived together because they all needed to be available at a moment's notice as a team instead of individuals. And Dinah and the other Birds didn't stay in the Clocktower before. ]
[ Barbara narrows her eyes at the screen as though Dick's face could be right there in the middle of it to see her scrutinous rebellion as her first reaction to being told to breathe. But her lips press, holding her first words back. And then. A second held, she lets her shoulders and head fall back against the chair.
(But that's part of why he was second, right? The complicated network of both directions.)
There's more frown than resignation in the response, but there's more of the second than she wants to give a name to. ]
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[ For Damian. And, after everything that happened earlier. It's weird that the manor is only Tim in the boat house and Damian's pets. Something about the manor sitting there all but empty, and definitely without an adult attached to it, feels wrong, too; Tim and Damian alone out there. The Tower hasn't ever been an option. Return overtures are not on the table. Haven't been for months now. ]
Room for him. For the girls?
For Dinah?
[ Her tone isn't serious yet. It's speculative. Working the edges of a problem like it's a chessboard to be studied before a piece moved, more than a fact she's at the heart of already. She's staring up at the ceiling, not staring at it at all, thinking through the people here. Thinking of who their closest people are. Thinking of the Birds, the Kids. (That it's a lot more people underfoot. Even if there are several floors to this place, and she'd never turn her back or close a door on any of them.)
Do they ask Tim at this point, too?
Bring him in from the cold of an empty mausoleum?
She didn't ask for this. But it doesn't mean she won't step up. ]
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[ Might as well tell fish not to swim, but— ]
I'm sure if people want to stay there, we'll have plenty of room. But they're mostly doing just fine on their own. It's not a big city.
[ This isn't the Titans, where they all lived together because they all needed to be available at a moment's notice as a team instead of individuals. And Dinah and the other Birds didn't stay in the Clocktower before. ]
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(But that's part of why he was second, right?
The complicated network of both directions.)
There's more frown than resignation in the response,
but there's more of the second than she wants
to give a name to. ]
We figure it out as it comes, hm?