backwordscompatible | IC CONTACT (HAVEN)

[Now they were approaching unwelcomingly familiar territory. Her smile gradually faded.]

He is a bat. Sort of.

They have this habit of not being found when they don't want to be.

Are you implying that Red isn't on the edge of his seat with anticipation, waiting to hear what my next thrilling hijinks will be?

[Not quite how she would have phrased it, but otherwise?]

Yes. Yes, I am.

How accurate.

But yeah, I guess with Red having left the building, it's more imperative that someone puts in a good word for facial hair.

I suppose it can use all the good words it can get. And if there's one thing you never seem to be short on, it's words.

[She leaned forward enough to rest her chin against his shoulder]

You okay?

Jokes aside, I know you really like the guy. It's okay to be a little worried.

A little worried is all I can be. Like, I don't have much worry left over after Conner ... Conner. [Enough said.] Part of me thinks I should just be happy, but that little voice that I can never quite make myself ignore, that sounds like a really weird mix of Elmer Fudd and Lex Luthor, is there going 'how long' and I kind of wonder if Red's been gone longer than I knew because I was concentrated on Conner and if I missed a chance to help him.

Also, I want to tell him about my future team-mate.

[Enough said was right. When he mentioned Conner, she reached out and gave his shoulder a light squeeze of reassurance.]

Or, again, he's just off having some very alone time and doesn't feel like checking his voicemail.

[Also, your inner voice concerns her greatly. Just saying.]

Which future team-mate?

[Kon is about to protest the 'very alone' time, but he remembers that Jason is a bat.] Even so. I know he's capable, and the only reason I am not making a bigger deal of this and freaking out is because if I did, he would kick my arse for it, but I'm not very good at this yet. But I think I'm just going to resign myself to worrying and carrying on until I can worry at him. [Because that makes sense.]

[Be vewy quiet. I'm hunting Kwyptonians!]

The new one. Which means between Batgirl and Red, we got 4 people from my reality here.

[Perfect sense. By which, it actually makes no sense at all. And she would just have to come up with a way to stop this madness before it gets out of hand.]

[...more out of hand.]

I'm going to need more than just "new" for a description here. Boy? Girl? Robot?

Girl. As far as I know, not robot but stranger things have happened. Did I tell you about the time aliens replaced everyone on the team but Imp with robots and it took him a week to notice? But yeah, pretty sure she is flesh and possibly blood, but she's another one I haven't met yet.

She knows me, though. Knows things about me that only a team-mate would know, so she's definitely legit.

[She had a hunch, and even though it was very little to go on, there was nothing wrong with guessing]

Rose?

Yeah, actually. When did you meet?

Shortly after you did.

We played a round of ninja tag before she walked me back to the house. It was actually kind of fun.

[Other than the fact that she'd been too exhausted from lack of sleep to truly appreciate the moment.]

She didn't play ninja tag with me.

[Kon, you favor bright reds, blues and yellows. You are the anti-ninja.]

[Jealous?]

You were the one who showed her around, right? Maybe she thought it wouldn't seem fair if you knew all the spots she could already hide in.

Come to think of it, you've never played ninja tag with me either.

You never asked.

[Kon is going to casually stretch.]

Want to play ninja tag with me, Zee?

[Very subtle. And smooth. And maybe one or two other S words thrown in for good measure.]

That depends. What do I get if I win?

-- good question.

Aren't ninjas kind of beyond personal property and stuff?

You say that like we have much personal property here.

Details. But ninjas are above material prizes ... and I think they're all moral and dedicated and stuff, too.

And I think you're stalling.

[Which she suspected had something to do with the aforementioned lack of material possessions with which to bet. Fortunately for Kon, she had an idea.]

What the heck? I like the stakes a little high.

How's this sound: winner gets to dictate an entire day's worth of activities? Meaning, if I win, you have to do whatever I say from morning until night. And vice versa if you win.

[...albeit not the smartest idea she's ever had.]

I guess I can see that appealing to a ninja ...

You're sure though?

...well, within reason, of course.

[But she trusted Kon enough to know he wouldn't come up with something uncomfortable or dangerous...by their standards.]

[Also, she was confident she would win.]

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