Of Clown Lovers and Wonder Women

October 11, 2014 Bobby's curious about a few things. Keith enlightens him. This takes place immediately after Contact Made In The Non Creepy Way

Central Park

Sitting on 843 acres of public land, Central Park is one of the most famous
sight-seeing spots in New York, and is considered large enough to have its
own police precinct (the Central Park Precinct) dedicated to its protection.
The Park boasts several lakes — all of which have been created artificially
— extensive walking and bridle paths, two ice skating rinks, a variety of
outdoor theatre spaces, several playgrounds, and a considerable collection of
whimsical statuary. It is home to Belvedere Castle, the Carousel, the Central
Park Zoo, the Conservatory, and Cleopatra's Needle (one of three, 70-foot
Egyptian obelisks from the Temple of Ra in Helios, its mates residing in
London and Paris).



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Mood Music:
The Sword of Damocles

Bobby chuckles and starts to walk again as Mike heads home. Hey, it's a nice night. "So what's this about ancient cults of Death Druids chasing you around. Sounds like something that'd have me on lockdown and not wandering around Central Park in the evening. Or is it a 'local' problem." Meaning one local to Gotham.

Keith shrugs and stands up, walking beside Bobby. "I honestly don't know what to tell you, Bobby. We've got our wizards researching into this cult thing, but I haven't been able to get in touch with Rain, and the Zataras haven't checked back. I assume they must be traipsing through that Hogwarts of a mansion of theirs, looking for books. I don't know who they are except that they're older than Carol Channing, more powerful than any of our wizards… and I don't know if they just appear in Gotham. But since they seem to be able to ping to my location when they appear, the more I move the harder I am to catch." A pause, "And the fewer the loved ones who are at risk at any one time. Catch my drift?"

Bobby nods, thoughtful. "I'd offer to contact our resident wizard but Illyana's more demonic sorcery than druidic magic. Maybe there's an unaligned out there who could help. I hear things occasionally through the mutant grapevine. I know they're out there, they're just quieter than most. Supposedly some of the new Sea People that popped up in the past couple of years are good magic users and allegedly it's a thing in Nova Roma and Themyscria too. If you have to keep moving, maybe you should consider a field trip. Or… er… oh dear… well, there's a scary woman I know who might know a thing or two. I've never really asked her but it seems like it might be something she'd know about." And no, Bobbyi isn't talking about Illyana.

Keith freezes. Themyscyra. He grows agitated. "What… me… ask Wonder Woman for- no, that's-I couldn't possibly- no, that's out of-" he calms down, get a grip on yourself O'Neil! "Who is this scary woman?" Keith asks, eager to move out of the Themyscyran subject. Wonder Woman belonged in the fringes of his life, like the mythic figure that she was to him. The woman, without ever being aware of his existence, had been instrumental in his picking up the mantle at the moment of his rebirth. Since she was the ambassador for her nation, he would most likely have to risk meeting her to ask permission to relocate. No, out of the question- he wasn't worthy of even passing by that Embassy, much less-

"Unless you mean Raven? She's very scary. Everybody who has met her agrees that she's scary."

Bobby gives the red head a sidelong look as he freezes. "Chill out. It's not like you'd be asking her on a date…" Wonder Woman is indeed tres intimidating even though she's reputed to be pretty damn nice. Bobby's never had the nerve-wracking pleasure of meeting her but then they don't exactly run in the same circles.

"Raven just seemed shy and vaguely antisocial when I met her. But no, I'm talking about my girlfriends adoptive mother. A werewolfess known as the Partisan. She's intense, foulmouthed, violent, generous, kind and loyal all wrapped up into one. She may know a thing or two. Maybe. Or maybe not, but there's only one way to find out."

"You don't understand, Bobby…" Keith says, slipping his hands in his jacket pockets, "And you wouldn't unless I gave you some Exposition, and you're probably tired of that."

"I am not sure a Werewolfess would be inclined to help a Cheshire Cat, if you catch my drift? Cats and dogs don't get along very well, unless there's an effort made… and she sounds like she'd rather eat me first."

Bobby shrugs. "I mean, there are plenty of Themyscrian diplomats who aren't Wonder Woman… but if you don't feel like it's a good move that's up to you. Er, the Partisan? Well… she's… not usually given to killing people on sight. I wouldn't just rabbit hole into her house though. That'd probably get a bad reaction… but then that's kind of generally true of people."

"I've got better sense than that." A pause. "Usually. And it wouldn't feel right talking to her diplomats, either. Look, Wonder Woman had a very strong impact on my life," Keith says, his lips drawn into a tight line, "I haven't earned the right to ask her people for help, okay? Now- this Partisan woman… is she likely to ask for some Faustian pact in exchange for help? Because I already have that with—"

Amanda Waller glares at Keith, "And that will be the last time that you use my name in public-"

The brief flashback ends just as Keith is about to say her name, but 'Amanda' turns into "A man that I owe a favor to. Not going to dirty my soul any further than that."

Bobby quirks an eyebrow again, starting to walk once more. "She didn't ask one of me, though I was helping her adoptive daughter in some messy business. I doubt she really would of you though she'd use her own set of rules in determining if you were worth helping. She's intense, like I said, and very focused on a few things. But…" He pauses long enough to get around a trash can. "Since you'd only be asking for information it'd probably be okay." Beat. "I think."

There's silence for a few moments as Keith begins to contemplate things. That's when he notices that it's getting darker now, so he does not have a lot of time left. "… alright, check with her to see if she'd be willing to talk to me." Because, from the way she sounds, she's not the kind of person who would give her location away to people. Keith guessed there was probably a protocol, and he was making his best guesstimate about it. "I'll have to leave soon, so… do you have any questions about Bird and his Clown Loving, as you called it?"

"Mmmmm. I don't think so. If you think he's okay I'll go with that for now." Bobby shrugs. He doesn't know Keith well but if Roberto thought the Titans were okay, then he probably did his homework. "Good luck with your problem. Something tells me we'll be running into eachother a bit."

"Well, that was the whole point of the mixer, was it not?" Keith observes, "For us to work together? Here-" he reaches into his jacket and produces his card. It's not as flashy as Booster's, but it has everything on it. "Give me a call when you have need of me, or if you manage to talk to Partisan. If I'm not dead, I'll answer. Promise."

"Kind of like one of those tasteless voice mail messages?" Bobby grins. "Stay safe Vorpal. And talk to your Clown Loving friend about Oracle? Maybe she can be a bit less mysterious. Not that the eye in the sky isn't appreciated but if I want to work with paranoid, secretive people, I can go to certain mutant vigilante groups for that."

"Hey, the only time I heard about Oracle before was when Flash talked about them… this was my first time actually interacting with him. Her. Them. Whatever." Keith smirks, "I'll do my best, but Flash said they were a recluse, so probably it'll be hard to get them to be actually friendly…"

"Fair enough. See you later then… and try not to get dead." Bobby says with wave as he heads back toward DCI and his car.

"Yeah… I didn't have much luck with that before," Keith replies enigmatically. "Hopefully this time I'll be better at it."

He waves at Bobby and watches him walk away, and then makes a beeline for the nearest exit. He had to get home before it got too dark.

All the way home, he looks over his shoulder now and again. Just in case.

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