Oracles Team Meeting

Summary:
February 4, 2015: Oracle organises for Robin to meet up with the Titans and the Fox… and it doesn't go quite as well as she would hope.

Clocktower and surrounds - Gotham


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Robins return to active duty is a good thing, particularly with the Atlantean threat affecting Gotham and the Birdwatcher having the hots for Oracle. Oracle knows that the Titans will be keen to have Robin back on the team and she has a few other new team members for him to meet as well.

So, after speaking with Robin, Oracle has sent out messages to Vorpal and other members of the Oracle network detailing a time and place to meet. She, of course, will be in the Clocktower coordinating the meeting… and it's possible some of the invitees may be late.

***

Gar Logan, aka Changeling (only Rowan gets to call him Beast Boy and then only when he's a dragon) arrives at the Place. Mostly confused, because after finally getting a copy of the Oracle App (not available in any app-store near you!) Gar discovers that the directions he got are basically GPS coordinates.

Since being a dragon causes problems, he's making his way there as a simple kestrel.

***

Vorpal never says no to a summons from Oracle. A rooftop in the dark Gotham night. Coincidentally right across the street from Vorpal's favorite bagel shop in Gotham-

Or WAS it a coincidence? Who knew how much Oracle kept track of Keith's location. The bagels and cream cheese in the baggy out of which the cheshire cat bear witness to how much he frequents the place. On the bag, the name 'Felix' is written in bold black marker- that's what the people behind the counter call him. Because he's a wodnerful, wonderful cat.

He's sitting on the edge of the building, munching on his bagels and waiting for either Gar to arrive, or for whatever surprise Oracle has spared to spring.

***

Robin approaches from the rooftops, clinging to shadows like the Bat he is. His cape is wrapped around him most of the way, so only occasionally do flashes of red or gold show. Most of the time he's just another shadow moving through the night. He arrives at the roof in question, but doesn't announce himself immediately. Oracle told him that Vorpal and Changeling would be here, but in Gotham it's best to make sure nobody unexpected is listening in — and neither Keith nor Gar is precisely low profile. It would take only one of Two-Face's thugs noticing the pair and deciding his boss might appreciate some info to make this a fiasco.

***

Seeing Robin, Changeling and Keith arrive, Oracle doesn't use Rowans nicknames for the two Titans, she nods to herself and conferences the three. She fully expects Robin to maintain radio silence till he's comfortable it's safe to appear "Hello, you two. Thanks for coming and I do apologise for the secrecy. Just waiting on one other before we can begin."

***

Gar shifts from Kestral to fruitbat. Not because he has to, but more because he feels like it's tradition or something. Fortunately, he is an ebola-free fruitbat, though if one were foolish enough to treat him like bush meat, it's likely that one would come down with a severe case of sakutia and die of festering nodules and a whooping fever.

"One other?" Gar asks, stealing a bite of bagel.

***

Cheeseburger, a.k.a "Vorpal", looks over his shoulder at the fruitbat and smirks. "Hello there, bat-boy. I got you a bagel, no need to steal from me." He opens the bag and answers the call of Oracle, "No probs, 'Racle, I'm patient, I can wait. Just ask Gar, I waited for him to realize he couldn't resist me. It took forever." He sticks his tongue out at Gar.

***

Robin confirms that there's nobody listening in as quietly as he can manage. It's a quick enough process. And when Gar and Keith have settled, he steps out into the light where they can see him. "I'm the current 'one other'," he says. "There may be another coming."

***

One moment there totally isn't a young woman standing behind Vorpal. The next moment there totally is, wearing a slightly askew Misfit-Bat set of armor and gear. This may be the first time anyone on the rooftop (though of course not Oracle) has seen Charlie's new threads. She leans and tries to filch the bagel from Vorpal. "I'm the one more I think.. or is it one other… I guess I'm a bit other?"

***

Oracle gets a flash on her system as Misfits Avatar goes live and then she's on the roof with the others. "Misfit, glad you could be on time for this" The redhead is still scanning her screens, who else from her team is incoming…. no one just yet. "And now we can begin. I'll let you all welcome Robin back to active duty. I have invited others of the Oracle team that you know to drop in, but they are all otherwise engaged just now."

***

"Hey, Best Robin. You're looking healed up!" Gar says. Because last time, when the Bird did his Sekrit Bat Ninja Escape Trick from the Castle at Christmas, he was looking like he'd been trying to max out on his 'road rash' points. Not really how Nightwing did it when he was Robin.

"Hey Misfit," Gar chirps cheerfully, still a fruitbat, still clinging to Vorpal's fur, while eating a bagel.

"Thanks, Oracle."

***

"Hey! Non-Angry Bird!" Vorpal grins and hands the bag over to Gar, "You're back for real-real?" He resists his first impulse, which is to Rabbit Hole over and hug his team-mate… because Bat-people don't hug.

Unless it's Misfit, but he doesn't think of Misfit as an actual Batperson. She's far too… friendly? No… functional, yes, functional is the word, for him to think of her as such. She'd have to have some serious emotional castration to fit in. He's glad she doesn't. "There's a lot of stuff to catch you up on! Like Misfit, our newest chaos-magic ass-kicking team member." Vorpal does the 'tadaah' hands at Misfit.

***

Let's be fair: Bat-people don't hug in Gotham. In public. Actually, either of those statements apply.

"Misfit. Vorpal. Changeling." He allows himself a faint half-smile. He's happy to see his friends, of course — and Misfit isn't somebody he knows well, but he has no objection to her. But this IS Gotham, and in Gotham, Robin is obligated to be nearly as grim-faced as his mentor. "I'm back. I've dealt with the things I needed to deal with."

***

Gar has been given a bag of bagels, and he doesn't have proper hands. This must be remedied. So he shifts into his human shape, but in his "Gotham" version of his purple costume. The white trim is almost nonexistent.

"Still like that costume better than the one with Aquaman's old swimsuit," Changeling says as he applies salmon-and-cream-cheese spread from the little tub onto the bagel, before taking a large toothy bite.

Proto-Titan legend has it that at a cookout, Gar once turned into the Tasmananian Devil from the Bugs Bunny cartoons, but that's silly. He turned into something completely different. It just looked a bit like that.

***

Like Wow… Evidently Vorpal has never asked for the Charlie rundown bio from Oracle before letting her on the team. 'Functionality' in this case is a thick shalacking of hyperactive clinical manic mood swing that somehow hasn't, at least in front of anyone, swung to depressive. That shalacking covers a girl dealing with watching her Mom and little sister burn to death and being unable to save them. To crippling abandonment issues and fear of rejection. Of course that us a mental repaving over deeper problems she isn't even aware of. So yes. Functional!

Misfit continues with her quest for stolen bagel, though Robin does distract her with a hello "Hi!" she enthuses and grins, its a bright toothy grin there. "Good to see you again."

***

"And you're alive, which makes it a great dea-" Vorpal pauses. "Oh crap, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that." Because Damian getting killed and all. And then coming back an evil assassin-

Wait.

"Um… Oracle. Does Robin know what happened to Angry Bird?"

Vorpal has no Gotham variant of his costume. It would be futile. Anywhere he went, he'd still be… well. Vorpal.

***

Robin raises an eyebrow at Vorpal. "Vorpal. It's me. I know." After all, Damian was out to kill him when he was one of the -good- guys.

"It's good to see you all," he says after a moment. "Sorry I haven't been available for a while. Things were complicated." When AREN'T things complicated for Bats? I mean, really?

***

Oracle smiles as she listens to group speak "Robins up on all the news, and then some, Keith." It had been an interesting meeting for the redhead "I caught up with him before he even hit the streets again."

***

Gar allows the half of the bagel that he has NOT eaten to be filched, making sure that the little tub with the remaining cream cheese/salmon spread goes with it. This is almost a feat of legerdemain in itself, because it has to be done so that Misfit feels like she's successfully bagel-napped, and yet still ensures she gets the toppings.

"Well in that case, what's the news across the nation?"

***

"On every place and every station?" Vorpal adds, because he's a jerk like that. He returns Robin's smile, and adds, "Being complicated is part of being a Robin, isn't it?"

***

"Being complicated is part of living in Gotham," Robin replies dryly, but that's all. There's business — and the sooner business is accomplished, the sooner he can get about his patrol. He's got a line on the General.

***

Misfit beams dancing back a few steps with her half a bagel and tiny tub of cream cheese/salmon spread. "I dunno I like living in Gotham… I never run out of dark vengeancing to inflict on people places and things."

***

"Anything you want some help with? Just give a shout out. We're here for ya," Gar says. He sees the fidgeting — it's a Robin thing, the earlier guy did it too, the 'Need To Get Back To Patrol' dance, almost like a less painful version of the Potty Dance. Now, whether to be mean and delay the man with conversation, or be kind and send him on his way with a quick 'You should get back to your patrol so you can sleep sometime.'

***

Vorpal mistakes the Patrol Dance for the Bathroom Dance… but he doesn't mention it, because he's tactful (he isn't). "And don't forget you can always crash at the castle whenever you want to, there's plenty of room- but yes, let's get down to business."

***

There isn't so much a dance as a vague hint of impatience about him. Bats are used to standing very still. Even when they have to use the bathroom. He merely says 'Hnh' in a very Batmanish way.

***

Misfit looks between people now "Sooo whats going on…. is this stuff one of you is telling the rest of us.. or this is Oracle stuff… are we going to go beatdown a gang of drug dealers together or something?"

***

And the last Avatar Oracle's been waiting to see begins to move towards the groups location. "Looks like you're going to get to meet one of the newest team members, Robin." Misfits question draws a wry smile from the redhead "That's up to Robin, if he wants to take you along. For me, it was making sure everyone knew he was back on active duty and answer any questions any of you may have."

***

"Appreciated," Gar says, thinking 'team member? wait, that means Oracle's put together a team, because unless she means Bunker, we don't have anyone else in the Titans who really comes from Gotham…'

His curiosity and confusion are easily masked by taking another bite of bagel.

***

Oracle's Irregulars, of course! They were like the Baker Street Irregulars, only they weren't urchins.

Well. MOST of them.

Vorpal nods at the voice, "Roger. So while we're waiting, Robs, this means you're back with the team, right? Together with the Titans and all?" Just to make sure, "Because we just opened a public office and it would be rather cool to show it to you when you're not on patrol."

A pregnant pause. It's a pause pregnant with at least triplets. "Oh… yeah, and the District Attorney Janet Van Dorn would probably like for you and me to talk to her about the mess with Angry Bird…"

***

"She means the Bats," Robin says, detecting the others' confusion. "She was telling me about our new associate the other day." Not, to his understanding, a family member. But an ally.

He nods to Vorpal. "Of course," he says. "Next time I have a chance to come around you can show me." He just sort of assumed he was on the team. In general this is a pretty good assumption — and a little bit of that arrogance that runs in the Bats. The other statement is met with a faint grimace. "I'm not sure I'm the best one to speak with her — my sometime namesake and I have never been on the best of terms. But we'll do what we must."

***

There's a soft swishing sound above the roof that everyone is currently gathered on and a hooded figure in a leather and linen outfit with gloves, boots and a fox masquerade mask drops down lightly. Above him a glowing hawk the size of a horse flies off, vanishing into the night.

He's armed, of course, blade over the shoulder, shotgun at his side, crossbow over his back. There's a bandolier of puple crystals across his chest and a few small pouches on his belt. "What's this now? Union meeting?" He says in a wry voice as he approaches.

***

Well Misfit is an urchin, slowly being rehabilitated by Oracle and present company. Such good influences. "Mewest team members…" turns to see the swish and the glowing hawk the size of a horse fly off now "Oh come on!?" whether it is about The Fox or the Hawk is anyones guess. "I'm not sure you really understand being subtle Foxman…" she chides, though she has a pretty good natured smile.

***

Of course Oracles put together a team. It's difficult not too when you work across the areas she does but still, Batman has recognised The Fox as part of the Bat team. "Yes, as Robin says, The Fox has been recognised as part of the Bat team." There are still the others that Oracle works with who aren't recognised 'Bat team' members though she simply thinks of them as the Oracle Network. "Fox meet Robin, Robin meet Fox."

Vorpals comment about the DA wanting to discuss Angry-Bird causes her to frown "Why would the DA want to do that, Keith?"

***

"OH! You. Hello, not-Orubberos. How's tricks?" Flippant, probably. Gar finds nothing wrong with a hawk the size of a horse; he's been one often enough, when he needs to take a passenger somewhere fast. However, it's easier to be a horse the size of a horse, really.

And… there is conversation worth hearing, so Gar shuts up.

***

"Hey, it's the Fox! his enemies say "Gadzooks! It's spooks!", shivering in their socks, they know that they'll never, he's far too clever, they'll never outfox the Fox!""

Vorpal's little ditty is stopped by Robin's question. He gets the innocent look on his face. "Well… I thought it best to have a talk with her to make sure the Titans stay on the good side of the law in Gotham. Being a recognized team makes her less hostile to us. But I thought it would be a fair thing to warn her about the potential presence of the Assasins in Gotham, according to what Kate said. So… I may have mentioned what happened to Damian…"

***

Robin regards the Fox from his spot not far from the other Titans. He's set himself a little apart, of course — he's a Bat, after all — but he's not so far from them that they can't converse comfortably. On the other hand, his face is unreadable when he regards the Fox. Oracle mentioned a glowing elk he'd ride around the city, but a glowing hawk is a spotlight for any number of villains to target, and behind his mask Robin's eyes are already darting back and forth to see if any of Gotham's Most Wanted have come to check out the light in the sky.

"Fox," he says. "Welcome to Gotham. Batman's out of town right now, but I'd recommend caution with the giant glowing bird. The Penguin would love to get his hands on it."

If being in costume allowed him to facepalm, or to huff a sigh, he would. Though really, he's sure that Batman would have informed Gordon, but the DA? One has to be careful with DAs.

***

"Penguin learns spirit calling he can have his own." The Fox replies. "And you don't have to welcome me. I've lived here my whole life." He approaches the group and stands a little apart from both the Titans and Robin. He is after all, not exactly a Bat even if Batman did take the step of making him a recognized ally.

"Subtle, Misfit? Well you didn't see me till I dropped down, did you. That's generally all the subtle that's required for that kind of thing. Hello Vorpal. Changeling." The purple cat gets an arch look. Some things, like being clubbed in the face by way of hello, are not easily forgotten.

***

Gar has finished with his bagel. He hands the bag (marked FELIX) back to Vorpal, and turns back into a human-sized anthromorphic Gar-Bat because, really, this is Gotham, dammit.

"You should learn how to shapeshift a little. Isn't that a traditional Druid trick?"

***

Well Misfit is struck speechless by something there. Her eyes are a smidge wide. Her mouth actually opens up and then closes, then opens and then closes. Finally she just blinks and points to Robin "Hey if he says to watch out about giant glowing birds maybe you should listen to an expert instead of being a cocky jerkface."

***

"You…. did….. what, Keith?" Oracle speaks slowly and carefully and this could be one of the few times she regrets the emotion is stripped through the digital disguise. The redhead sighs and rolls her eyes to the ceiling. They had been trying to keep Angry-Birds death low key, so it didn't lead back to the Bats… Whether Vorpals well meaning action will affect that, who knows? The fact that certain important records are missing regarding the death… that's a major concern.

Then there is Misfits outburst and Oracle sighs more deeply again "Misfit, that's inappropriate. The Fox is an ally and I'm sure you wouldn't like being spoken to like that."

***

"Hey, Missie, he's good in my books, I sneak up on people in way more obnoxious forms than that. Sure, I try not to glow, but it didn't cast a shadow, so while it's light, it might not be light as we know it."

Has some sort of silly-virus infected the Titans? Probably.

"So, Robin's got a lead he's working on that he wants to get back to, how about you, Br'er Fox?" the Changeling asks. Because it lets him call Fox 'Bro' in archaic language.

Definitely infected.

***

"… Hnh." Yeah, sometimes Batman is just sufficiently succinct to say what needs to be said. "Whether or not he can take your hawk," Robin says, "he will want it — and that's a good enough reason for him to track you down. With a lot of thugs. In fact, he probably won't even show his face. He'll just send an army of thugs who are getting paid enough to die for him to try and take it from you."

He turns toward the others. "I have to go. I'll come to New York to see the new office soon." To Fox, "I'm certain I'll see you around the city." With assorted giant glowing animals, he could hardly be missed — which, frankly, worries Robin more than anything. He steps away into the shadows, and next time anybody checks to see if he's there, he's not.

***

"Always on patrol. He hasn't changed." Vorpal smirks, and then gulps at Oracle's reaction. "… I… um… it's ok. I told Janet that he wasn't really a Robin, but instead was the grandson of some guy called Rashomon." Somewhere, Ras Al'Ghul's ears burn from the sheer crime done to his name.

***

The Fox watches Robin step off, silent for a moment. "No little black bat, huh? Pity, that." He means Batgirl. Her and Zatanna have the best record for not irritating him right now. The Bats aren't exactly batting a thousand here. Gar's question gets a canted head and a nod. "I do have a routine to get to. Ley line nexuses don't keep themselves clear, generally. So I do hope that I wasn't called here to that I could get 'helpful' advice on my spirit calling because if not…" If not this has been a completely waste of his time. Not an endearing thing at all. At least Gar's better manners in the matter have been acknowledged. Keith's sudden wide eyed panic is noted as well though he's not sure what it's about yet.

***

Something has Misfit pretty steamed and Oracle and Gar's words don't seem to do anything to cut it off at the pass. If anything she seems angrier now than she did when she called Foxman a jerkface. She just squints at The Fox and then walks over and kicks a bit of trash left on the roof launching it with a mighty (but not inhuman punt) off the roof. Maybe she is picturing The Fox. She manages to keep her mouth shut though right now.

***

"Take care Robin" Oracle watches the young bats Avatar move on the screen. She's not seeing Misfits full response, or reaction, to The Fox but seeing what she does through the various comms units on the roof, she does wonder at the young womans silence and sighs slightly, she'll speak with Misfit later.

Right now, she has bigger fish to fry and she shakes her head at Keiths explanation "And…. what if there were no records even indicating that he had been a Robin? I went to extreme lengths to protect the Bats there… and …" she can't even finish the sentence. Hawkeye might be getting another call from Oracle.

***

Gar half-winces. Oh, dear. Probable penance for the purple pussycat. Well, meanwhile…

"Good shot," Gar notes to Misfit. The kicked trash has managed to land in a trash can below, against all odds.

"So, how DO you clear a ley line nexus? I hope it's got nothing to do with auditing and clearing, because if it does I'm going to be very upset."

***

"Please don't kill me…" Vorpal says very quietly into the com. Oh god, he had gone and piddled outside of the sandbox, thinking he was doing something good for the team.

Talk about tail between your legs. Currently, his tail is in his hands, and he's wringing his hands around it. Oh dear. Oh deary deary dear…

***

"Mostly it has to do with making sure that nothing is feeding on them. The things that do don't tend to be beneficial. Sort of like hunting at water holes." More or less. Power draws the hungry and those that hunger for power… well you see their kind all the time.

Misfit is eyed carefully and then Vorpal. "You all seem to be rather busy just at the moment…"

***

Misfit doesn't turn back, her shoulders are just drawn up and tense under her armor. The cape Garpol got her for Christmas is retracted out of sight right now and all. She taps the side of her goggles and turns on the built in screen that takes 911 calls and turns them into text, scanning what might need attention.

***

It's is not Keiths fault. Oracle has to acknowledge that… it was the fact she had felt compassion for Kate that night, that feels oh so long ago. If Oracle had only followed protocol and had Alfred despatch a car to get the fallen Robins body none of this would be an issue. "It was my oversight, Keith. I'm sorry for snapping." And she is "I need a full briefing from you on what the DA is doing and I'll see what I can do from my end. We'll work together on this." The woman sighs again "I have one request though. Anything that touches on the Bats, please check in with me before you act… what's the saying? Oh what a tangled web we weave…. and right now, I can't think of how to make that Bat specific." The Foxs' comment gets a wry smile "Everyone is busy, Fox. The Atlantean threat and just normal crime… no rest for the wicked."

Misfits silence has the redhead concerned there are only two things she can think of that would upset the young teen and Oracle wants to see her … on a separate channel, that none of the others will hear, Oracle speaks "Misfit, come by and see me before you go on patrol please. And… have you spoken to Keith yet about that demon, if not, do you want to do it now?" Oracle highly doubts it but there you have it.

***

"OK… so,, what do they actually look like, these things?" Gar is distracting himself by bugging Br'er Fox. If he were to look at Vorpal's eyes right now he would either burst out laughing or be forced to run over and hug him and pet him and call him, well, Keef. Neither would be dignified, probably neither would be truly appreciated.

"We're always like this," Changeling says a bit dismissive. Such callous artifice.

"So, am I right that your spirit mounts normally don't get seen by most people? Do they show up on cameras?"

***

"I should've asked," Vorpal mutters. "… and I guess it was because I didn't think of him as an actual Bat that I didn't think about asking. From what Robin told me, he got kicked out or cut off or something of the sort, which is why he was living at the castle full time. But I wouldn't know, he never told us anything."

Vorpal's still got his Puss in Boots look. He sidles up to Misfit and reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder.

"Misf? You OK there?"

***

"Well it depends." The Fox shrugs. "Sometimes they look like ghouls. Sometimes they look like ghosts, or pixies, or nyads, or kelpies, or kappa, or vampires, or witchlings… you get the idea. Not all of them are bad. But enough are that it's a good idea to go have a look pretty regularly."

The masked man is watching Vorpal and Misfit rather carefully. "Mmmm, I don't know. I'm not usually on them by the time cameras come into play. I don't think they show up clearly." He's gives it some thought and shrug.

"But people don't usually see them. I don't call them until I need them and… hell, no one ever looks up."

***

At Vorpal's touch her shoulders sort of slump and she taps off the display in her goggles. She twists and hugs the Keith and then lets go and gives him really good puss-n-boots eyes of her own. "Um… so… the other night when I made that really really awesome mac n cheese and left you guys leftovers in the fridge…. a demon from Limbo may have broken into the castle to try to get me for some reason and ripped it all up… and then Bobby and Jay might have helped deal with it.. and Jay may be billing Bobby for the cleaning supplies…"

***

"I see your glowing animals well enough, Fox." But then, Oracle is now looking out for them. Keiths response has her shaking her head "Robin… Angry-Bird… was a difficult case. Let's just manage it now, hmmmm Keith?" The milk is well and truly spilt and Oracle hopes she has sufficient paper towel to mop it up. Misfits rather blatant admission gets a smile and the redhead settles back to hear how this conversation goes. "Oh Yes, Fox. How are you at wards?" an offhanded question to the neo-Druid.

***

"Nobody looks up in Gotham. Just try that in Metropolis though… they're always 'Look, up in the sky!' like they don't see flying superhumans all. the. time."

Gar smiles when he hears the story of the demon. Wait. Why smiling? Demon from limbo, in the castle?? But that's not allowed. Seems like we need to get Raven and Zee and maybe the Z-Cousin to set some wards against certain kinds of dimensional intrusions … please, be able to do it, we don't want to have to ask Constantine, ugh.

"Yeah, Fox? What do you know about setting wards against demonic assaults and magical intruders?"

***

"It's alright, Misfit- Bobby can afford it. We'll make it up to him with his christmas present this year." Or this could be considered Gar's vengeance for that cold chair treatment.

"Right…" Vorpal answers Oracle, "We'll deal with it. From here on out I'll ask about anything pertaining to Damia-Dame Edna. Dame Edna. Yes. Dame Edna." He grits his teeth and tries a smile.

***

"I can show you how it's done, given the right materials. But I'd need a whole Circle to pump enough juice into them to make it work without, you know, ritual sacrifice or something like that. So unless you have another power source, or are okay with weakish wards, you'll need to find someone who actually has some talent greater than mine. I'm good, but I'm not one of the Magi." One can almost hear the capital M there. "And I can only bleed so fast safely."

The Fox looks over at Gar. "Who the hell is Edna?"

***

Misfit tenses up again now "We have like four people with magic on the team and worse comes to worse I can get Fenris to ward the castle. He is teaching me to use my magic so I am sure he can handle it." she relaxes when The Fox says he can't do it. "See he isn't even that good at it, we need a real spellcaster for it."

***

"Had to ask Misfit… use your best resources when you can, right?" Oracle still hasn't twigged to what's upsetting the teen. Keiths near slip up has her holding her breath for a moment "Good Keith. Just please, let me know what you've told the DA … just not now. And if you need anything to repair the Castle from that demon, let me know. I will be following that up with a certain person."

***

"Yeah, the structure in question may already have wards in place that just need to be activated and reinforced. It's a circle already. With three orrery circles in trine, and a central tree of life… hm. Wait. Better get a Feng Shui master to look at it." Yeah, Gar knows about magical circles. One of his stalkers tried to enchant him. It was self-defense, learning how they work.

He is now wondering why he didn't notice that before about the place. Man. REALLY needs some research.

"Hm? Edna? Dame Edna is a drag queen talk show host from Australia. I think Vorpal is using that name so he'll stop thinking of Angry Bird Robin as Robin. Not because of any physical resemblance."

***

"… Misfit, is there something sour between you and Fox?" Vorpal asks her quietly while Gar talks to Fox. Her reaction being so pointed and spiky… he has to wonder. "I mean… did you meet the guy before? Was he a jerk to you?"

***

Fox doesn't wonder. He doesn't know why but he's not about to stick around and ask. "Circle of Druids, Changeling." He says as he takes a charm out of his satchel and crushes it in his hand. The wind picks up a little and there's a faint hawk's cry. He glances back and then looks at Gar with an expression that says he's got much better things to be doing than letting the redhead take potshots at him. A glowing hawk appears out of nowhere and swoops down below the edge of the roof as he leaps off, and then bears him away, climbing sharply.

***

Misfit mutters "don't let the bird drop you on your head on the way out…" kind of a twist on door .. ass.. etc. She just shrugs a little in that teenage noncommital way now to Vorpal and his question though. "He is just a jerkface. He is always acting like he knows best, uses guns, and doesn't listen listen." and also is in the way all the time, that part is unsaid though. "We don't need him around." the team.. gotham.. the bats… hard to say.

***

On the private channel to Misfit, Oracle speaks "Come and see me before you patrol, please." She's concerned and she can't have her team divided like this. To the group, the redhead responds "Thank you all for coming. I know it's difficult to get everyone together, but I thought you might like that Robin is back." Watching Kanes Avatar move away from the group she nods slowly "It's good to have you all on the team."

***

"Well, wasn't that SPECIAL," Gar mutters, "We're certainly touchy about our bird, aren't we?"

He sighs, because that's probably unfair, and watches the thing fly off. He can see it clearly, but then, he knew it was there to begin with and he almost turned into a hawk himself as it was approaching, which was really weird.

No, Gar's not going to seek out a circle of druids. So far, they've either been homicidal jerks, or inadvertently, arrogant jerks with buttcheek headgear. OK, not so much to Gar, but then Gar turns into animals.

"I do not envy you the task of coordinating your team," Gar mutters to Oracle on the communicator.

***

"Man, so the only way to accomplish that is to find a circle jerks?" the cheshire sighs, and looks to Gar and Misfit. "I am in trouble, am I not, for the Angry Bird thing?"

He leaves Misfit handling to Oracle. He and Misfit are too alike sometimes for him to smooth out ruffled feathers. He might end up aggravating his friend, and he doesn't know that.

"I'm ok with working with the Druid. He's not trying to murderize me…"

Even if he did have the… how to say it? That ellusive quality that made Vorpal want to punch Saruman the White throughout the Lord of the Rings movies. It isn't arrogance. And it isn't a rocking white dress, either, so he doesn't know what it is about Kane that sets his team-mates' nerves on edge.

"So… am I in trouble" he asks Gar. Big eyes.

***

Misfit puffs her cheeks up with an exhale when she gets told to come see Oracle again. God she is not looking forward to a lecture, or worse an honest talk about feelings. "who could be mad at you Vorps?"

***

Gars direct comment has Oracle nodding "Mmmm, thank you Changeling. It's certainly not easy." As anyone with eyes can currently see. "Keith, why would you be in trouble now?" She's put to bed the Angry-Bird issue, as far as she's concerned they've moved on.

***

OH NO THE PUSS IN BOOTS EYES! Gar sighs, closes his own eyes, exhales again, and opens them.

"You are not in trouble IF you help Oracle fix the oopsie."

He scruffles Vorpal behind the ears; it's the sovereign cure for Puss In Boots Eyes. Also it makes him purr, which is always amusing.

***

And yes, Vorpal does purr. It's something he would find embarrassing… except it's Gar. He's not embarrassed to purr for Gar. "Okay… tomorrow I'll tell you everything I told the D.A… she wasn't.. pissed, if it helps. And I gave her one of the burner cell phones in case she needs to call us. I figured… well, that maybe the assassins might go after her? If they want to take over Gotham, the first thing I'd do if I were them would be to take down any politician or authority figure who isn't likely to give into corruption… don't worry, the phone dials my phone directly."

***

Misfit watches the purring Vorpal and grins "man.. ball of yarn moment." its genuinely affectionate teasing there. Then she mmms "I should probably check in and then get on patrol…." not looking forward to it.

***

"Well, if that's it gentlemen and lady, then I declare our team meeting closed." Oracle snorts in amusement. She'll class it successful, as there was no blood shed. "Be in touch tomorrow, Keith. I'm hopeful all will be well." She closes the comms channel with "Oracle out."


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