Spreading The Joke

Summary:
December 24, 2014: Tim calls in Nightwing to discuss what happened with The Joker

Clocktower - Gotham


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Babs is feeling a little better after The Joker paying her a visit, a lot of that because of Rowans unannounced visit not long after it had all happened. The redhead still feels like she wants to disappear into a blanketfort and forget the world around her exists but she knows, from brutal firsthand experience, that type of thinking doesn't really do anything. Instead, she's enacting her favourite maxim ''Don't get mad, Get Even''

Instead of retreating to her personal apartments in the Clocktower, she's back in the monitoring room and there are searches running, streams of data appearing in windows on her screens. She's not going to let The Joker win that easily.

***

A familiar code is punched into the Clocktower entrance and Tim Drake, rather than Robin, treads up the steps. He could use the public entrance, but he doesn't. Maybe old habits die hard. Maybe he just forgot he's not in his Red Robin garb. Whatever the reason, he takes the steps two at a time and leans against the entranceway to the control room. He's dressed in layers today thanks to the colder weather.

His peacoat rests overtop a hoodie that has the hood pulled over his head. "So." His lips stitch to the side, "Want to talk about it?"

***

Nightwing was actually rather surprised to get the call from Tim…he and Babs didn't part on the best note last time, but in the end, he'll pretty much drop anything to help her. It took him a few minutes to dispatch those he fought in the evening before he made his way over to the Clocktower. He's going to come in the 'vigilante' way, as he's in costume still.

Stepping into the control room, he glances around before stepping closer to the two, "I got Tim's call…everything all right?"

***

Turning as the two men enter, Babs blinks a bit at Nightwing and then looks to Tim. "You called him?" and she sighs "Of course you did." Looking down at her hands and taking a deep breath, Babs says quietly "What did Tim say, Nightwing?" Deftly, for the moment, avoiding Tims question.

***

Tim's arms cross over his chest and he leans a little harder into the frame of the door. His jaw tightens and he finally tugs the sunglasses from his eyes. Tim Drake-Wayne is too cool for school and wears his sunglasses at night. He turns for a moment to cast a sidelong stare at Dick. After a few beats, he traipses into to the control room proper, and towards the kitchen. "I'm boiling water. Who wants tea?" it's not an answer to anyone, but it's fitting just the same.

He then reaches into his peacoat pocket and takes out a small ziplock baggy with roughly a dozen smallish cookies. "Alfred baked," he declares as he begins to rifle through the cabinets for a plate.

***

Nightwing glances between the two and pulls his mask up off his face since they're the only three there. "He said to come to the Clocktower. That's all." Blue eyes look at the two again, "Why? What should he have said?" Obviously, Tim isn't telling so he offers a nod, "I'll have some tea, sure." And if Alfred baked, he's going to take a cookie…or two. "What…" he starts but then takes a brief pause before asking, "What can I do to help?" With anything, apparently.

***

"Tea please, Tim" Babs says quietly and then looks up at Nightwing and swallows. "The Joker found me yesterday" the redhead begins and pauses "I guess you could say we had a discussion." It's obvious she would rather not think about the encounter but she presses on "He basically said the GPD is compromised… and that prisoners are going missing."

***

Nightwing moves to lean against one of the chairs even as Barbara explains what happened. First thing first, "Are you all right?" He looks quickly to Tim before back to Barbara, "To be honest, that's sort of why I wanted to join the GPD in the first place. I'm not surprised that there might be a mole…or that someone's freeing prisoners." For one, it's Gotham. He looks to the silent Tim before asking again, "What can I do to help?"

***

Tims silence is meant with a mild glare. Babs obviously doesn't want to do all the talking. Blowing out a breath, the redhead looks back to Nightwing and his missing mask "I'm expecting Misfit to arrive anytime soon, you might want to see to the mask…" Her brain is clearly functioning "I will be ok, he didn't hurt me… I was just" another pause "scared for most of it. As to what you can do," she shrugs "nothing yet. The Joker said that the SRD was taking the prisoners… and they were disappearing." By the look on her face, she believes it too. "I'm digging to see what I can find."

***

As soon as 'Misfit' is mentioned, Nightwing replaces his mask and straightens, no longer leaning against a chair. "Is the Joker worried that he might get caught and 'disappear' as well? Would it be such a bad thing?" After all, getting the Joker out of their hair would be a great help. "You might not want to tell her about this. She might rush off and confront the Joker herself."

***

Babs watches as Nightwing replaces his mask and taps her comms unit. "We've worked out a signal… she won't bounce until she's checked it's ok too." Pondering the rest of his questions "No, The Joker's not worried, he's delighted. It's exactly what he wants to happen. The Police Department corrupt, SRD running the show and disappearing people."

***

Nightwing gives a sigh, "Chaos. Of course he'd enjoy that. Anything that sows chaos and shows corruption within. I hope to find at least a few good officers there and that I can try to weed out the corruption." He just has to actually get -into- the police department. "I'm surprised he sent a warning that was fairly bloodless. At least…I -hope- it was bloodless."

***

Right then the comm beep signal. Misfit bounces at the comm beep reply, she has been very good about this too since well its an easy request with everything else she has to do these days to keep her busy. She is still rocking her costume that everyone has seen, but never fear a fix is in the works, must really follow up with him. So anyhow one moment there isn't anyone in the kitchen nd the next she is wandering out with a soda she pops open.

The girl pauses spotting the Robin and Nightwing guest. Robin gets a bright friendly smile, while Nightwing gets a squint and a polite nod at least.

***

"I'm not sure we can wait for you to get in, Nightwing" Now she's focussing on fixing a problem, Babs appears to be more normal. "I'm digging into it, seeing where it's happening. I'm going to reach out to some of my contacts and see what they have to say about it too." Her eyes harden slightly "The longer this gets left, the harder it will be to undo." As the young woman walks in with her soda, Babs offers a tired little smile "Misfit, how are things?"

***

"I should be in just after the New Year," Nightwing mentions, but then Misfit walks in. Her squint and nod just cause him to roll his eyesbeneath the mask. Now he's the bad guy. "Misfit? It's a good name. Suits you." Back to Barbara, "I can do some research as well…my way."

***

Misfit sips her soda and shrugs to Oracle "I'm good. I got to go to my first official team meeting which was cool though the topic very ..very wierd and kinda .. squicky…" she looks back to Nightwing, trying to determine if it is sarcasm, but then she has totally decided to try to own the name she picked angrily. "Thank you."

***

"That soon? Times gone so fast" Babs murmurs back to Nightwing before adding firmly "Do that just… check in with me, make sure we aren't going to cause issues for each other." She smiles between Misfit and Nightwing then "It does suit… and I'm glad your fitting into the new team. I think that's going to work well for both of us."

***

"Team?" Nightwing looks between the two women, "What was the topic, if I may ask?" His words didn't have a drip of sarcasm to them…indeed, it seems to be a good fit, currently. Names, however, can be transitive. He nods then to Oracle, "Of course. We'll definitely be in touch so that we're not stepping on each others' toes."

***

Misfit smiles at the qustion, it is a very bright smile at this because wow she is excited about this topic "Titans, they invited me to join them.. still be here and all since that seems to be the way it works but also with them too since they are kinda well .. they can relate I think." then she considers the other half of the question. "Uhm.. well.. the other Robin.. and the … whole very complicated situation that seems to have come about and the danger we are all in."

***

Misfits words make Babs blink "Oh! With yesterdays stuff I'd nearly forgotten. Damian is apparently alive again, confirmed by someone I trust. Ressurected, apparently by his grandfather." The redhead shakes her head "And allied with the League, or maybe the guild, of Assassins." The hard look gets harder "Like we needed more on our plates right now. And yes, Batman knows."

***

Nightwing gives a look of surprise at the mention of the team, "The Titans? That's actually…a really good idea." He nods to Oracle at that. Then, back to Misfit, "I'm glad that they're discussing the danger that everyone's in. This may be an exciting business, but it's more dangerous than anything else. Each time we do this, we take our lives in our hands." And with that lecture, he moves towards the door, "I should get on with the night. Let me know if you need me for anything, Oracle. -Anything-." With that, he starts to head off but pauses at the news of Damian and Batman's knowledge of his resurrection. There is nothing said, just a shake of his head before he ducks out.

***

Misfit narrows her eyes looking after Nightwing "Does he actually like my name and think it is a good idea I am in the Titans or is he being a pessimistic sourface and practicing over my head sarcasm… it is very hard to tell…."

***

Oracle smiles softly at the younger woman "He likes the name and thinks the Titan is a good idea." she knows Nightwing well enough to know that. The redheaded woman looks over to Misfit "You contacted me and asked to drop in, did you have something you wanted to discuss?"

***

The girl keeps squinting after Nightwing for a moment then swings around and blinks "Oh right. A couple things, wanted to make sure you knew about the Robin wierdness…. I dont think I ever met that Robin.. also to check if you had heard back from Batwing yet." gah its like waiting for Christmass at Christmas time for Misfit. "Oh.. Vorpal and Gar got me something to go with it.. need to get it to Batwing too."

***

Oracle and Misfit are in the Clocktower. Nightwing has just left and the two women are talking. Misfit, is as yet, unaware of Babs' run in with The Joker and the ensuing investigations she's now entering into in regards to the SRD. Instead, they seem to be talking about more mundane things.

Oracles eyes harden slightly as she speaks of the once-Bat. "The other Robin… you don't want to him, didn't want to before and most definitely not now." she sighs slightly "Such a bad business, that. And no, I haven't heard from Batwing yet but it could take him some time to do the work. What did Vorpal and Gar give you, will you tell me?"

***

Misfit nods lightly "Oh right… no I don't want anything to do with the Ex-Robin turned Assassin and his league of Assassins…. that just sounds like a mess and I dont know him.. I mean if I need to Ill protect you all but .. yeah… and I figure it would.. oh… right." she sets the soda down and bounces.. >pinkurple> and is back about five seconds later in the same spot holding a folded up cloth. It looks like her cape but isn't since she has hers on. She offers it to Oracle. It.. is some strange material "They said it is bulletproof… I figure it can be the retracty cape Batwing talked about."

***

Rowan had been by the previous evening ot check on Babs and he's coming by now sort of on a whim. Less concerned and more just seeing if she's about and doing okay. He's got tea, as he always does. He buzzes at the door as he always does. "Hey Babs."

***

Oracle takes the material from Misfit and examines it with a curious look. "That's actually pretty cool and I think Batwing can use it… it's a really good idea." And then Rowan buzzes and the redhead looks at the young woman "Remember what I said, Rowan doesn't know I'm Oracle… Come on, I meet him in the apartment, not here." She wonders if Misfit realises how much trust is given in these actions.

Moving out of the monitoring room, Babs uses her tablet to give Rowan entry. "Come up, Rowan."

***

Misfit ums slowly following "Uh… should I ditch the costume.. what do I call you…" she gets a little squirrelly and wide eyed at the door there. "I mean… he knows me as Misfit should I know you… do I need to bounce home…" she doesn't want to mess up, good sign she has a clue at least.

***

Rowan doesn't really know who's up there and so doesn't think anything in particular as he rides the elevator up. "Hello Babs." He smiles as he gets off. "Oh, and Misfit. Hello…" He's seen her around here before, it occurs to him. "Is everything okay?"

***

Babs flicks her eyes to Misfit "It's alright…" and she smiles at Rowan "Twice in two days? Checking in? And yes, everythings much better today." Gesturing to the table, Babs smiles at Misfit "Hungry? Go get yourself some food… fridge should be full."

***

Misfit wiggles a wave to Rowan and well doesn't know what else to do about this so she nods to Babs and heads in to the kitchen with her soda. She knows the lay of the land with this fridge and starts to loot the makings for some reheated stew, ah Lady B.

***

Rowan chuckles and follows Charlie with his eyes for a moment before returning his attention to Babs as he goes to sit down beside her. "Well partly checking in and partly happening to be in the area. How are you doing today?" He doesn't say 'after running into the Joker the other day' because they covered that in depth last time.

***

Babs holds out her hand as Rowan sits. "Better today… still a bit shaky, but better" she smiles softly "Thank you… for turning up when you did, it helped a lot."

As Charlie starts to heat the stew, Babs looks up "That smells wonderful, I wonder if there is much left…. Would you like some Rowan, if there is?" Babs calls a little louder, to be heard in the kitchen "Charlie, is there enough stew for two or three serves?"

***

Misfit calls back "Yeah you know your fridge is like super stocked for a zombie apocalypse or nuclear winter stocked.. I can make a couple more bowls no problemo."

"In that case." Rowan chuckles loud enough for Misfit to hear. "I would like some. Thank you."

He lowers his voice back to conversational levels and smiles in Babs direction. You're welcome. It's always my pleasure. Any time you need. Am I interruptnig anything?"

***

"Yes please Charlie!" Babs calls back "Thank you." Lowering her voice, she shakes her head "No, you aren't interrupting anything. You were in the area, you said?" Leaving Misfit to heat up the food, she focusses her attention on Rowan.

***

Misfit whistles in the kitchen now as she grabs a couple of more bowls and starts to scoop out stew into a pot to heat it up on the stove instead of nuking it, because gross and well she figures she can give them time alone to talk.

***

Rowan sniffs as the scent of heating stew fills the air. "Wow. That does smell good." He murmurs mostly to Babs. "Well, here, I found some of this at a specialty shop. Flavored with anise, I think. Perhaps it'll go well with dinner. Also, I wanted to tell you that the research team is going to do some salvage work, looking for old wrecked ships. Perhaps you'd enjoy coming along? And perhaps even Charlie if she liked."

***

Rowans inclusion of Charlie has Babs smiling broadly "The tea sounds lovely, do you want to make it now? I'm sure it will go well with dinner." The redhead smiles again and looks interested "Salvage work for wrecked ships, sounds fascinating… I would love to. I'm not sure about Charlie, but we can ask her." Babs has visions of a young Misfit 'bouncing' all over the ships.

***

Misfit pokes the warming stew and then stirs it for a little bit. "Think we may be good to go" she calls and starts to serve otu three bowls of the stew. "Ask me what?"

***

"Oh!" Rowan grins as Charlie comes back into the room. "Ask if you wanted to come diving for some old wrecks. The resarch firm I work for is going to be looking for some next week. They like Babs. A lot. I'm sure they could be pursuaded to let you come too."

***

"Cloth ears" Babs laughs to the younger woman. Babs let's Rowan explain and smiles at the younger woman. "They let me go and swim with Dolphins. I like them too."

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Misfit nods slowly "I have no idea what I would do…. I mean I haven't ever been diving though swimming with dolphins does sound really interesting.. I haven't done that…" she hasn't done a million things. "how long is the trip?"

***

"Just a day trip. Who knows. I might even get to show you something more interesting than some old ships." The dragon warrior grins. He knows the sea floor better than most. And knows the people who live down there to boot.

***

"There's lots to be organised, if we do it Charlie. But you'd be most welcome to come along." Moving the food and cutlery around the table, Babs takes a small mouthful of the stew. "Nice job, Charlie. Better than I could do."

***

The teen pfts "It is just heating it up on a stove.." she is getting really good at knowing how to heat up Lady B's creations though. She takes a bite of her own stew "I'm cool going on this adventure or not if you guys are planning a thing. I know I can keep busy here in Gotham." right that isn't worrying.

***

"Oh I just think it's nice to get out of the city sometimes, but then, the sea's my home. I was born down there and it's where all of my people live." Or at least it was Rowan's home before he was stranded in this dimension.

***

Babs frowns at the teen "You're invited, alright…" and she nods at Rowans words "He's right, getting out of the city, gives some perspective that you wouldn't necessarily get." The stew is slowly consumed… it's a rare sight, Babs eating when she is at home.

***

Misfit gives Babs an innocent sort of look "Well.. okay I guess I am going on an ocean adventure…" she considers "I'm… an excellent swimmer." she says in the tone that tells Babs she has no idea how to swim.

***

"You'll have gear." Rowan laughs. "And I'll be there too. If you want to. If you don't I'll understand. Completely up to you. But we might see some nifty things down there and Babs seems to like you so…"

***

Babs continues eating her stew whilst the other two talk, offering a small smile of encouragement to Misfit. "He is rather careful… and as he says, there's gear that we use. I'm a little excited by the thought of diving a wreck. But it's up to you of course." Rowan gets a smile "How's the stew?"

***

Charlie nibbles on her stew, if by nibble one means devouring it with a ferocity of someone who doesn't really know how to pace hrself when presented with a chance to eat. "Okay count me in, it sounds totes awesome."

***

"Cool. Or… hot… I forget what the surfacer word of approval is. It seems to change a lot." Yes Rowan hasn't gotten used to all the slang yet. He's only been up here a few months after all and only even speaks english because of dimensional coincidences.

***

"Cool is the word you're looing for" Babs murmurs distractadly at Rowan as she watches Misfit 'nibble' her meal and smiles. "I really must feed you more often, Charlie." With a small nod, Babs smiles to Rowan "I'm in, but I suspect you knew that… I just have to arrange things here for the day."

***

The teen grins at Rowan "you are an odd one." she seems to think that is just fine. Charlie looks to Babs next "I eat.. trust me I am fed… I just… I dunno .. I eat fast." like a vacume cleaner of food stuffs.

***

"We'll do it in a few days then." Rowan smiles. "I'll tell the researchers to expect too and pack extra food." That last is gentle ribbing for Charlie. "So, you're a Champion right Charlie? I hope everything has gone okay since the last time we met."

***

"After Christmas, and I'll make sure there's sufficient food for Charlie" Babs worries have, for now, been chased away. Rowans question about Champions catches Babs slightly off guard and she stills, paying attention to her own food for a few minutes before looking up and smiling encouragingly at the younger woman.

***

Charlie furrows her brow there "Champions.. do you mean like superhero?" she isn't really sure if he is mixing up an official team because that sounds like it could be or the term for superhero. "Im a hero sure."

***

"Hero…" Rowan cants his head, thoughtfully. Hero implies inspiration and in some cases a particular grade of morality whereas champion implies function or duty. It's interesting to her Charlie use that word. "I did not realize, Babs, that your people trained so young for this."

***

Babs pushes the unfinished bowl of stew away from her, her appetite fled, and sighs. "In Gotham, at least, some do Rowan" she's actually sad about that. Robin, was 14 when he became Robin. "Some of them don't even get trained, they pull that mantle on themselves." Nodding towards Charlie, Babs says quietly "Everyone of them has their own story to tell… and why they're doing it."

***

Misfit nods lightly "Though Im an adult." she just.. really doesnt act or seem like it, legal technicalities. She finishes her last bite of stew and snags the dish and goes to wash it "Im headin out" she calls back. maybe the young comment or reminder why she does it has her on the run, before Rowan can ask.

***

"Alright…" And she's gone. "See you… later?" Huh. "Well shall I make up some of this tea Babs?"

***

And her young protegee is gone, just like that. Babs rubs her forehead and nods at Rowans offer "Tea would be lovely, thank you." Babs clears the rest of the dishes from the table and heads to the kitchen to finish the clean up. "I'm sorry she just disappeared, she's a little" the redhead shrugs "flighty, I guess."

***

"The young often are." Rowan grins. Odd thing to say, he's not really that old himself but war ages you. Fast. No one knows that better than the blue.

***

The dishes cleared, Babs washes, dries and puts them away. "Some more than others though… and others have just simply not had the experience." the woman looks to the Blue Warrior "How's that tea coming, my chores are done…"

***

Coincidentally… "Here it is." Rowan smiles gently, setting the tea down at Babs' spot at the table and then sitting down himself in what is becoming his own customary seat.

***

The tea is sipped with obvious pleasure and Babs smiles back to Rowan. "That feels so much better. Thank you. Can you tell me about your day?" Clearly, she doesn't wish to pry.

***

"Mmmm. Well there was an odd occurance today. I want to a 'bar' to sample some 'pale ale' since Mera and Arthur seemed to enjoy 'beer' and I wished to know more about it. When I arrived there was a brawl in progress. One of my friends, Reese, was involved. She got a bit hurt, I think, but no one died."

***

Babs blinks and looks at Rowan and blinks some more. "A bar fight… " she murmurs faintly, a little non-plussed. She's seen Rowan fight and she can just imagine what it was like if he did get into the fray. "Reese? You don't speak of your friends much, tell me about them… how hurt is a 'bit'" It's all relative really.

***

"I'm not actually certain…" Is Rowan's answer to the second question. "She did not seem physically injured but was crying a great deal. Reese is a… I believe the word you use is 'vagrant'. She's quite intelligent and has a healing gift. She's the friend of Kida, who is another traveller from my Earth, though Kida is human, not Blue." He pauses. "Oh, Reese is blind as well."

***

That has Babs interested. "She could have been scared… or just the effect the fight had on could have been enough. I wanted to cry yesterday… and I wasn't hurt." Babs tilts her head slightly "How did you come to know her?"

***

Rowan nods slowly, considering. "She was present when Kida emerged from the portal that brought her here. Kida was followed by the Nameless and attacked. Reese healed her." It had all been very tense and a close run thing. Mera had been present as well.

***

"I take the young lady is, maybe not happy but something like that being a 'vagrant'" Babs looks like she's thinking about something "Oh and I'm also assuming you weren't hurt at all…." which is highly likely.

***

"Nothing permanent. Just hit over the head." Rowan says it in a way that one might wave off a scraped knee. "She's… I think she wants more. I'm not sure what happened to drive her to such a state but I do not believe it was choice, at least not at first."

***

Babs smiles to herself as Rowan explains about getting hit over the head. Looking at Rowan and then down to her cup and back again, Babs chews her lip "I've heard…" she says quietly "Of a network to help those with abilities, give them support and maybe something more." Babs blows out a breath "Might she be interested in something like that.. or more appropriately, would you like t speak to her of it?"

***

"I might be able to, the next time I see her. She can be difficult to find sometimes." And Reese can be stubborn. Still, hopefully, it'll all work out for her. Maybe Reese can find her feet again. Rowan thinks she could if she tried.

***

"It's just a thought Rowan… the network I've heard of, I think it will help. Approach it softly and let me know, I will make some more enquiries." At the very least, Oracle can drop this young womans name to Kate… Babs focusses on her tea and drinks it slowly.

***

Rowan nods and scoots closer to Babs. He's happy to just enjoy the tea and the company, as always he is.


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