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Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[imaginate]

Not if I get there first. [And he's smiling again, despite the topic.]

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I guess I could leave something for you to kick around a little, if that'll really make you feel better.

[No, really, this is an awful topic to be bonding over.]

[imaginate]

[no best topic.]

In that case maybe I should go last. The ring is pretty thorough.

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[Oh, okay then.]

Might be best.

We wouldn't want to disappoint the others, would we?

[imaginate]

[He starts laughing.] I'm sorry, did we just lighten the mood by talking about beating somebody up?

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[She also laughs]

Hey, Artemis and I bonded by taking out a few street thugs--[And almost getting killed by a sister-killing freak who referred to himself in the third person]--instead of going to a school dance.

Besides, only Robin would do the actual beating up. Probably. The rest of us have other methods.

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[Kyle actually doesn't want to ponder too much on his 'other methods'.] And what if he broke your heart? Permission to punch him?

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No.

[Rude, big bro. Don't go around threatening her sort-of boyfriends.]

Besides, I don't think that'll be a problem.

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[But it's his role as big brother to glare pointedly at boyfriends!! And disapprove of them, on occasion. It was strange in this case because he saw Dick as a sort-of brother too.

Teasingly:] Really now.

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Really.

[And here, she tries not to wince. Because wincing would imply Guilt. Which she didn't, because it wasn't her fault that...things...happen...]

I...if I asked you about something, would you promise not to hold it against me?

[imaginate]

Depends on what it is, but most likely no. [Uh oh, Real Talk. He braces himself.] What's up?

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[Something like that, yeah.]

Is it a bad thing to like two people at once?

[She didn't think so, but she wanted to make sure he didn't think so, either. Because his opinion actually mattered to her, and try as hard as she did to convince herself, a little vindication couldn't hurt.]

[imaginate]

It's not unheard of. [O u c h Donna and Jen.] Someone else caught your eye?

[Neutral, because he wants more information before he makes a final decision.]

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I...think so. I don't know. I'm not sure.

It's weird. I met him here. After. [Meaning, the interest in Robin had come first] In a lot of ways, he actually reminds me of Robin...except I think we might have even more in common. The first time we really talked, I completely lost track of the time. And I tend to get bored pretty easily.

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Meaning you made friends and you're not sure whether there's something more there?

[When did he land up giving romantic advice but hey he'll roll with it.]

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Pretty much, yeah.

[When he adopted a bunch of hormonal teens.]

[imaginate]

Uh, can I ask who this mystery guy is? [BIG BRO needs to assess him possibly break his nose.

Nah he won't, but he entertains the thought.]

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[You leave his nose alone. She likes his nose.]

His name's Dick Grayson.

Even weirder...we found out that he's from the same world I am, but we never knew each other until I ran into him in a restaurant in Fire. What are the odds, huh?

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[It's a testament to his willpower that he doesn't laugh at all, although the temptation is very strong.] Pretty slim, I'd say. What do you two usually talk about? I can't imagine a magician having much in common with a civilian.

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[She picks her head up]

You know him? [She didn't actually say he was a civilian.]

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There was a pretty famous circus act on my world: the flying Graysons. Same guy, right?

[Uh oh Kyle cover quickly :|]

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Most likely.

[It was a good save; she also knew there was another Dick Grayson in other worlds, adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne.]

You'd be surprised, actually. [She was] He was raised in the circus, so he knows what it's like to grow up backstage. And to perform. We both went to private school in the city, think black tie events are far more boring than they're worth, were raised by single dads, and--

[...though, here, her voice unintentionally catches in her throat. There was one more thing they had in common, but it would require having to acknowledge something that, for her, had not happened yet. She took a deep breath and immediately changed the subject.]

...and I think the most important thing is that he knows how to appreciate a good cup of hot chocolate. [Priorities. She has them.]

[imaginate]

Sounds like a great guy. [Still trying hard not to laugh, and he'll refrain from commenting on the single dads bit.] Introduce me, sometime.

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Why?

So you can threaten to punch him, too?

[Kidding]

[imaginate]

We'll see. [A smirk.

He has to advise Dick to get out of this bizarre situation, though.]