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"Happy Fathers Day Roy. I made you a cake." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

Roy leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “You’re so thoughtful, babe,” he told her quietly, smiling.

"Well you, and Jay are Dads. And Jay went on a run, so his cake is finishing up in the oven."

He pulled her into his arms carefully for a moment, then kissed her forehead again and pulled away to get some plates.

Rose smiled softly, checking over the triplets. They were getting so big, hair getting longer.

Mason stared at Rory, and Cathy made a face when she saw Mama was there and not either of her Daddies.

"Um, Harper? Cathy's about to blow a gasket because she sees my face."

Harper rushed over, picking their daughter up and soothing her. He knew the child loved Rose too, she was just particular.

Cathy ended up soothed, one tiny hand grabbing his hair or shirt gently.

"It's good you shaved your beard." Rose told him.

He nodded in agreement, smiling at their daughter as he spoke. “Also just feels more like me without it.”

"Cathy also always death grips it. I feel bad cause it looks like it really hurts." Rose said, Cathy trying to stick some of her father's shirt in her mouth.

“She gets that from Jay,” Harper laughed as she tugged on his shirt a little. “But it’s also a big reason we keep our weapons locked up now. Last thing we need is her vice gripping an arrow.”

Cathy babbled, as if talking to Harper. Rose leaned down to pick up Rory, his dark hair a stark comparison to his sister.

Little Mason, who slept, had Harper's red hair.

"Their hair always amazes me." Rose commented.

“It’s Jay’s magic that made it possible, the three of us creating life like this,” Harper mused. “I think, at times, he’s scared of how powerful he could become. But he’s learning to love that side of himself too. John helped with that.”

"Yeah." Rose agreed, gently placing a kiss on Rory's face.

He smiled, showing off tiny gums, and Rose's heart melted.

"Oh Harper. He's smiling." Rose said, turning Rory to face Harper.

The little smile widened at the sight of Cathy and Daddy.

Cathy babbled, pleased.

She finally let go of his shirt and he sat her down next to her brother, smiling as he watched them. “I never imagined I’d be so rich in life.”

"I never thought I'd have this in life." Rose agreed, Rory reaching out a chubby hand to Cathy.

Cathy took hold of it, swinging it this way and that.

“We’re very lucky,” he told her, smiling a bit at the tiny sounds their children made.

Mason stirred then, causing Rose to panic momentarily.

Mason let out the sounds of wanting to cry, and Rose gently pulled Rory with her as she got up to check on Mason.

“What smells so good?” Jason asked, making his way down the hall towards them.

“Rose has been baking for us,” Harper explained.

"Happy Fathers Day!" Rose told Jason, going over and kissing his face.

"I made you and Harper cake!"

Mason chose that moment to cry loudly.

”Thoughtful,” he told her with a grateful smile, moving to pick Mason up. “Hey, it’s okay,” Jason shushed the child.

"I think it turned out good for once." Rose replied, setting Rory in the crib.

She cut both her husbands a slice, frosting haphazardly slipping to the plate.

"The frosting is a little melted though."

“I’m sure it tastes wonderful though,” Harper commented, giving her a nod of gratitude as he took an offered plate.

Rose eats with them, enjoying the taste.

She tried to feed Cathy but Cathy will only accept Harper or Jason.

Jason took a bite and made a pleased noise. “Red velvet, my favorite. You remembered!”

Harper had Cathy on one knee with a bottle and was eating with his other arm. He grinned at Jason’s reaction.

"Of course i remembered." Rose replied, smiling softly.

"How can I forget how happy you get when you taste it?"

“This is really good, Rose. Thank you,” Harper told her.

"Anytime." Rose said, pride in her tone.

“We need to get them a tutor since they can’t go to regular schools,” Jason mused as he ate. “I know they’re a bit young to worry about that, but it’s been on my mind.”

“Hopefully they’re literary nerds like you,” Harper teased.

"No, it's a good thing to worry about." Rose said. She placed kisses on the baby, trying to make him smile again.

"I just hope Cathy doesn't cry through the lesson. She's attached to her fathers after all."

“I’m sure things will be easier once she can speak and use her words,” Harper mused.

"Yeah I wanna talk to her too. Why doesn't she like me? I carried her in my womb for 9 months." Rose replied, trying to catch Cathy's eye.

Cathy who was avoiding her gaze at all costs.

“Maybe she has a power we don’t know about yet and you amplify it in a way that scares her?” Harper offered.

Rose blinked as if she'd never expected that.

"Huh. That is a possibility." Rose replied, kissing the top of her son's head.

"And Jason has soothed the babies before with his magic. And Harper they've always listened to you as you talked."

“It’s just a thought I had,” Harper shrugged. He had to think about these things as the only person in the room without powers.

"Yeah..." Rose agreed, ruffling her sons hair. She let Cathy have her space.

“Can you put like a shield around her so that Rose’s powers don’t interfere with Cathy’s potential powers?” Harper asked Jason.

“Let me do some research first,” was his answer. Not a no, but he didn’t quite have the skills yet.

But Rose seemed hopeful, staring a her husbands with a quiet smile.

"I believe in you."

“I just don’t want to mess it up,” he told them.

“You won’t.” Harper agreed with Rose.

"Wait, the shield is going to be around me, right?" Rose asked to clarify. "I can amp you, Jay."

“That was the plan,” Jason told her.

“Can you make it so that it only shields Cathy from her powers? In case you need Rose to amplify yours,” Harper questioned.

“I’ll do my best,” Jason answered.

"I'll help in whichever way you need me to." Rose replied.

“Let me consult some of my books,” Jason t old them.

“You and your books,” Harper teased fondly. “I hope they take after you with that,” he glanced at their children.

"I do too. I want them to have good habits." Rose replied, rocking the baby in her arms gently.

“Is it too young to discuss weapons training too? They should be familiar with them and understand the seriousness of using them from a young age, that way they don’t get curious and wander into the weapons room and hurt themselves. Take the curiosity away, half the danger is gone,” Harper pointed out.

“I agree,” Jason told him. “They get to be kids, but the reality of being our kids means they’ll be warriors too.”

"You're asking the wrong person. I was literally born to be a weapon. I think i was first learning to crawl when I was gifted throwing stars." Rose said, booping her son's nose.

“Merlyn had me killing people at ten. I get it,” Harper assured her.

“B was a good dad before I died. I guess my murder broke him, but…there was a time when he helped me have some semblance of a childhood, even as Robin.”

"Robin? Heh. What a blast from the past." Rose said softly.

She looked like she was reminiscing, before putting Rory back in his crib.

He seemd to calm down, holding on to his bunny toy.

“Feels like a lifetime ago,” Jason commented quietly, thinking back.

Harper was afraid to say anything since Jason never talked about being Robin, and he wanted to give him the chance to if he needed to.

Rose held Jason's hand and Roy's gently.

"Happy Fathers Day Roy. I made you a cake." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

Roy leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “You’re so thoughtful, babe,” he told her quietly, smiling.

"Well you, and Jay are Dads. And Jay went on a run, so his cake is finishing up in the oven."

He pulled her into his arms carefully for a moment, then kissed her forehead again and pulled away to get some plates.

Rose smiled softly, checking over the triplets. They were getting so big, hair getting longer.

Mason stared at Rory, and Cathy made a face when she saw Mama was there and not either of her Daddies.

"Um, Harper? Cathy's about to blow a gasket because she sees my face."

Harper rushed over, picking their daughter up and soothing her. He knew the child loved Rose too, she was just particular.

Cathy ended up soothed, one tiny hand grabbing his hair or shirt gently.

"It's good you shaved your beard." Rose told him.

He nodded in agreement, smiling at their daughter as he spoke. “Also just feels more like me without it.”

"Cathy also always death grips it. I feel bad cause it looks like it really hurts." Rose said, Cathy trying to stick some of her father's shirt in her mouth.

Cathy babbled, as if talking to Harper. Rose leaned down to pick up Rory, his dark hair a stark comparison to his sister.

Little Mason, who slept, had Harper's red hair.

"Their hair always amazes me." Rose commented.

"Yeah." Rose agreed, gently placing a kiss on Rory's face.

He smiled, showing off tiny gums, and Rose's heart melted.

"Oh Harper. He's smiling." Rose said, turning Rory to face Harper.

The little smile widened at the sight of Cathy and Daddy.

Cathy babbled, pleased.

She finally let go of his shirt and he sat her down next to her brother, smiling as he watched them. “I never imagined I’d be so rich in life.”

"I never thought I'd have this in life." Rose agreed, Rory reaching out a chubby hand to Cathy.

Cathy took hold of it, swinging it this way and that.

“We’re very lucky,” he told her, smiling a bit at the tiny sounds their children made.

Mason stirred then, causing Rose to panic momentarily.

Mason let out the sounds of wanting to cry, and Rose gently pulled Rory with her as she got up to check on Mason.

“What smells so good?” Jason asked, making his way down the hall towards them.

“Rose has been baking for us,” Harper explained.

"Happy Fathers Day!" Rose told Jason, going over and kissing his face.

"I made you and Harper cake!"

Mason chose that moment to cry loudly.

”Thoughtful,” he told her with a grateful smile, moving to pick Mason up. “Hey, it’s okay,” Jason shushed the child.

"I think it turned out good for once." Rose replied, setting Rory in the crib.

She cut both her husbands a slice, frosting haphazardly slipping to the plate.

"The frosting is a little melted though."

“I’m sure it tastes wonderful though,” Harper commented, giving her a nod of gratitude as he took an offered plate.

Rose eats with them, enjoying the taste.

She tried to feed Cathy but Cathy will only accept Harper or Jason.

Jason took a bite and made a pleased noise. “Red velvet, my favorite. You remembered!”

Harper had Cathy on one knee with a bottle and was eating with his other arm. He grinned at Jason’s reaction.

"Of course i remembered." Rose replied, smiling softly.

"How can I forget how happy you get when you taste it?"

“This is really good, Rose. Thank you,” Harper told her.

"Anytime." Rose said, pride in her tone.

“We need to get them a tutor since they can’t go to regular schools,” Jason mused as he ate. “I know they’re a bit young to worry about that, but it’s been on my mind.”

“Hopefully they’re literary nerds like you,” Harper teased.

"No, it's a good thing to worry about." Rose said. She placed kisses on the baby, trying to make him smile again.

"I just hope Cathy doesn't cry through the lesson. She's attached to her fathers after all."

“I’m sure things will be easier once she can speak and use her words,” Harper mused.

"Yeah I wanna talk to her too. Why doesn't she like me? I carried her in my womb for 9 months." Rose replied, trying to catch Cathy's eye.

Cathy who was avoiding her gaze at all costs.

“Maybe she has a power we don’t know about yet and you amplify it in a way that scares her?” Harper offered.

Rose blinked as if she'd never expected that.

"Huh. That is a possibility." Rose replied, kissing the top of her son's head.

"And Jason has soothed the babies before with his magic. And Harper they've always listened to you as you talked."

“It’s just a thought I had,” Harper shrugged. He had to think about these things as the only person in the room without powers.

"Yeah..." Rose agreed, ruffling her sons hair. She let Cathy have her space.

“Can you put like a shield around her so that Rose’s powers don’t interfere with Cathy’s potential powers?” Harper asked Jason.

“Let me do some research first,” was his answer. Not a no, but he didn’t quite have the skills yet.

But Rose seemed hopeful, staring a her husbands with a quiet smile.

"I believe in you."

“I just don’t want to mess it up,” he told them.

“You won’t.” Harper agreed with Rose.

"Wait, the shield is going to be around me, right?" Rose asked to clarify. "I can amp you, Jay."

“That was the plan,” Jason told her.

“Can you make it so that it only shields Cathy from her powers? In case you need Rose to amplify yours,” Harper questioned.

“I’ll do my best,” Jason answered.

"I'll help in whichever way you need me to." Rose replied.

“Let me consult some of my books,” Jason t old them.

“You and your books,” Harper teased fondly. “I hope they take after you with that,” he glanced at their children.

"I do too. I want them to have good habits." Rose replied, rocking the baby in her arms gently.

“I agree,” Jason told him. “They get to be kids, but the reality of being our kids means they’ll be warriors too.”

"You're asking the wrong person. I was literally born to be a weapon. I think i was first learning to crawl when I was gifted throwing stars." Rose said, booping her son's nose.

“Merlyn had me killing people at ten. I get it,” Harper assured her.

“B was a good dad before I died. I guess my murder broke him, but…there was a time when he helped me have some semblance of a childhood, even as Robin.”

"Robin? Heh. What a blast from the past." Rose said softly.

She looked like she was reminiscing, before putting Rory back in his crib.

He seemd to calm down, holding on to his bunny toy.

"Happy Fathers Day Roy. I made you a cake." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

Roy leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “You’re so thoughtful, babe,” he told her quietly, smiling.

"Well you, and Jay are Dads. And Jay went on a run, so his cake is finishing up in the oven."

He pulled her into his arms carefully for a moment, then kissed her forehead again and pulled away to get some plates.

Rose smiled softly, checking over the triplets. They were getting so big, hair getting longer.

Mason stared at Rory, and Cathy made a face when she saw Mama was there and not either of her Daddies.

"Um, Harper? Cathy's about to blow a gasket because she sees my face."

Harper rushed over, picking their daughter up and soothing her. He knew the child loved Rose too, she was just particular.

Cathy ended up soothed, one tiny hand grabbing his hair or shirt gently.

"It's good you shaved your beard." Rose told him.

He nodded in agreement, smiling at their daughter as he spoke. “Also just feels more like me without it.”

"Cathy also always death grips it. I feel bad cause it looks like it really hurts." Rose said, Cathy trying to stick some of her father's shirt in her mouth.

Cathy babbled, as if talking to Harper. Rose leaned down to pick up Rory, his dark hair a stark comparison to his sister.

Little Mason, who slept, had Harper's red hair.

"Their hair always amazes me." Rose commented.

"Yeah." Rose agreed, gently placing a kiss on Rory's face.

He smiled, showing off tiny gums, and Rose's heart melted.

"Oh Harper. He's smiling." Rose said, turning Rory to face Harper.

The little smile widened at the sight of Cathy and Daddy.

Cathy babbled, pleased.

She finally let go of his shirt and he sat her down next to her brother, smiling as he watched them. “I never imagined I’d be so rich in life.”

"I never thought I'd have this in life." Rose agreed, Rory reaching out a chubby hand to Cathy.

Cathy took hold of it, swinging it this way and that.

“We’re very lucky,” he told her, smiling a bit at the tiny sounds their children made.

Mason stirred then, causing Rose to panic momentarily.

Mason let out the sounds of wanting to cry, and Rose gently pulled Rory with her as she got up to check on Mason.

“What smells so good?” Jason asked, making his way down the hall towards them.

“Rose has been baking for us,” Harper explained.

"Happy Fathers Day!" Rose told Jason, going over and kissing his face.

"I made you and Harper cake!"

Mason chose that moment to cry loudly.

”Thoughtful,” he told her with a grateful smile, moving to pick Mason up. “Hey, it’s okay,” Jason shushed the child.

"I think it turned out good for once." Rose replied, setting Rory in the crib.

She cut both her husbands a slice, frosting haphazardly slipping to the plate.

"The frosting is a little melted though."

“I’m sure it tastes wonderful though,” Harper commented, giving her a nod of gratitude as he took an offered plate.

Rose eats with them, enjoying the taste.

She tried to feed Cathy but Cathy will only accept Harper or Jason.

Jason took a bite and made a pleased noise. “Red velvet, my favorite. You remembered!”

Harper had Cathy on one knee with a bottle and was eating with his other arm. He grinned at Jason’s reaction.

"Of course i remembered." Rose replied, smiling softly.

"How can I forget how happy you get when you taste it?"

“This is really good, Rose. Thank you,” Harper told her.

"Anytime." Rose said, pride in her tone.

“We need to get them a tutor since they can’t go to regular schools,” Jason mused as he ate. “I know they’re a bit young to worry about that, but it’s been on my mind.”

“Hopefully they’re literary nerds like you,” Harper teased.

"No, it's a good thing to worry about." Rose said. She placed kisses on the baby, trying to make him smile again.

"I just hope Cathy doesn't cry through the lesson. She's attached to her fathers after all."

“I’m sure things will be easier once she can speak and use her words,” Harper mused.

"Yeah I wanna talk to her too. Why doesn't she like me? I carried her in my womb for 9 months." Rose replied, trying to catch Cathy's eye.

Cathy who was avoiding her gaze at all costs.

“Maybe she has a power we don’t know about yet and you amplify it in a way that scares her?” Harper offered.

Rose blinked as if she'd never expected that.

"Huh. That is a possibility." Rose replied, kissing the top of her son's head.

"And Jason has soothed the babies before with his magic. And Harper they've always listened to you as you talked."

“It’s just a thought I had,” Harper shrugged. He had to think about these things as the only person in the room without powers.

"Yeah..." Rose agreed, ruffling her sons hair. She let Cathy have her space.

“Can you put like a shield around her so that Rose’s powers don’t interfere with Cathy’s potential powers?” Harper asked Jason.

“Let me do some research first,” was his answer. Not a no, but he didn’t quite have the skills yet.

But Rose seemed hopeful, staring a her husbands with a quiet smile.

"I believe in you."

“I just don’t want to mess it up,” he told them.

“You won’t.” Harper agreed with Rose.

"Wait, the shield is going to be around me, right?" Rose asked to clarify. "I can amp you, Jay."

“That was the plan,” Jason told her.

“Can you make it so that it only shields Cathy from her powers? In case you need Rose to amplify yours,” Harper questioned.

“I’ll do my best,” Jason answered.

"I'll help in whichever way you need me to." Rose replied.

“Let me consult some of my books,” Jason t old them.

“You and your books,” Harper teased fondly. “I hope they take after you with that,” he glanced at their children.

"I do too. I want them to have good habits." Rose replied, rocking the baby in her arms gently.

“I agree,” Jason told him. “They get to be kids, but the reality of being our kids means they’ll be warriors too.”

"You're asking the wrong person. I was literally born to be a weapon. I think i was first learning to crawl when I was gifted throwing stars." Rose said, booping her son's nose.

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"I seek your eternal wisdom and goodness for advice, Teacher Grayson. There's someone who..really infuriates me. But I haven't killed her. But I do want to kill her Grandfather. Are you free? I'll bring food." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

"Yeah, of course I'm free. Wanna let me know everything from the start, or just select bits of info on a Need To Know basis?"

"No, you need to know everything. This is my guest by the way. @zahira-kylealghul or you can call her Zahira." Rose said, holding a tray with baked chicken and small potatoes with chopped onions, and broth.

lildickiebird

"Okay, tell me everything. Good to see you, Zahira." Dick grabbed some bowls and cutlery from the cupboard, setting them on the table alongside the tray of food.

“Grayson, I didn't come here as a guest. You can set your pupil straight.”

Zahira made no move to greet them or sit down. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe, watching the room in silence.

@dc-rose-wilson

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"Sit. Down." Rose said, pointing at the dining room chair. She didn't look like she was playing either, face serious.

"Now. Where do I start?"

( @lildickiebird )

"Happy Fathers Day Roy. I made you a cake." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

Roy leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “You’re so thoughtful, babe,” he told her quietly, smiling.

"Well you, and Jay are Dads. And Jay went on a run, so his cake is finishing up in the oven."

He pulled her into his arms carefully for a moment, then kissed her forehead again and pulled away to get some plates.

Rose smiled softly, checking over the triplets. They were getting so big, hair getting longer.

Mason stared at Rory, and Cathy made a face when she saw Mama was there and not either of her Daddies.

"Um, Harper? Cathy's about to blow a gasket because she sees my face."

Harper rushed over, picking their daughter up and soothing her. He knew the child loved Rose too, she was just particular.

Cathy ended up soothed, one tiny hand grabbing his hair or shirt gently.

"It's good you shaved your beard." Rose told him.

He nodded in agreement, smiling at their daughter as he spoke. “Also just feels more like me without it.”

"Cathy also always death grips it. I feel bad cause it looks like it really hurts." Rose said, Cathy trying to stick some of her father's shirt in her mouth.

Cathy babbled, as if talking to Harper. Rose leaned down to pick up Rory, his dark hair a stark comparison to his sister.

Little Mason, who slept, had Harper's red hair.

"Their hair always amazes me." Rose commented.

"Yeah." Rose agreed, gently placing a kiss on Rory's face.

He smiled, showing off tiny gums, and Rose's heart melted.

"Oh Harper. He's smiling." Rose said, turning Rory to face Harper.

The little smile widened at the sight of Cathy and Daddy.

Cathy babbled, pleased.

She finally let go of his shirt and he sat her down next to her brother, smiling as he watched them. “I never imagined I’d be so rich in life.”

"I never thought I'd have this in life." Rose agreed, Rory reaching out a chubby hand to Cathy.

Cathy took hold of it, swinging it this way and that.

“We’re very lucky,” he told her, smiling a bit at the tiny sounds their children made.

Mason stirred then, causing Rose to panic momentarily.

Mason let out the sounds of wanting to cry, and Rose gently pulled Rory with her as she got up to check on Mason.

“What smells so good?” Jason asked, making his way down the hall towards them.

“Rose has been baking for us,” Harper explained.

"Happy Fathers Day!" Rose told Jason, going over and kissing his face.

"I made you and Harper cake!"

Mason chose that moment to cry loudly.

”Thoughtful,” he told her with a grateful smile, moving to pick Mason up. “Hey, it’s okay,” Jason shushed the child.

"I think it turned out good for once." Rose replied, setting Rory in the crib.

She cut both her husbands a slice, frosting haphazardly slipping to the plate.

"The frosting is a little melted though."

“I’m sure it tastes wonderful though,” Harper commented, giving her a nod of gratitude as he took an offered plate.

Rose eats with them, enjoying the taste.

She tried to feed Cathy but Cathy will only accept Harper or Jason.

Jason took a bite and made a pleased noise. “Red velvet, my favorite. You remembered!”

Harper had Cathy on one knee with a bottle and was eating with his other arm. He grinned at Jason’s reaction.

"Of course i remembered." Rose replied, smiling softly.

"How can I forget how happy you get when you taste it?"

“This is really good, Rose. Thank you,” Harper told her.

"Anytime." Rose said, pride in her tone.

“We need to get them a tutor since they can’t go to regular schools,” Jason mused as he ate. “I know they’re a bit young to worry about that, but it’s been on my mind.”

“Hopefully they’re literary nerds like you,” Harper teased.

"No, it's a good thing to worry about." Rose said. She placed kisses on the baby, trying to make him smile again.

"I just hope Cathy doesn't cry through the lesson. She's attached to her fathers after all."

“I’m sure things will be easier once she can speak and use her words,” Harper mused.

"Yeah I wanna talk to her too. Why doesn't she like me? I carried her in my womb for 9 months." Rose replied, trying to catch Cathy's eye.

Cathy who was avoiding her gaze at all costs.

“Maybe she has a power we don’t know about yet and you amplify it in a way that scares her?” Harper offered.

Rose blinked as if she'd never expected that.

"Huh. That is a possibility." Rose replied, kissing the top of her son's head.

"And Jason has soothed the babies before with his magic. And Harper they've always listened to you as you talked."

“It’s just a thought I had,” Harper shrugged. He had to think about these things as the only person in the room without powers.

"Yeah..." Rose agreed, ruffling her sons hair. She let Cathy have her space.

“Can you put like a shield around her so that Rose’s powers don’t interfere with Cathy’s potential powers?” Harper asked Jason.

“Let me do some research first,” was his answer. Not a no, but he didn’t quite have the skills yet.

But Rose seemed hopeful, staring a her husbands with a quiet smile.

"I believe in you."

“I just don’t want to mess it up,” he told them.

“You won’t.” Harper agreed with Rose.

"Wait, the shield is going to be around me, right?" Rose asked to clarify. "I can amp you, Jay."

“That was the plan,” Jason told her.

“Can you make it so that it only shields Cathy from her powers? In case you need Rose to amplify yours,” Harper questioned.

“I’ll do my best,” Jason answered.

"I'll help in whichever way you need me to." Rose replied.

“Let me consult some of my books,” Jason t old them.

“You and your books,” Harper teased fondly. “I hope they take after you with that,” he glanced at their children.

"I do too. I want them to have good habits." Rose replied, rocking the baby in her arms gently.

"Hey buddy. I've been keeping an eye on you." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

i'm really hoping that's a good thing

"Yes, even though I usually operate in the shadows. I'm only coming out to you in concern." Rose replied.

he watches her carefully. "concern for who?"

"I'm concerned for you. And would like if you vented to me your inner thoughts."

he laughs. "no offense rose, but i'm pretty sure your brain is more fucked up than mine is."

Rose tilted her head at him.

"I mean, that's your opinion. I've accepted help so I'm doing much better and my support network has expanded as well."

"yeah, and i've been to rehab like eight times. and i've got more than enough support. but i think we both know that only fixes so much."

"We do?" Rose asked, eyebrow arched.

"i.... figured we do." he pauses, confused. then, "what is it you're so worried about, anyway?"

"Feelings of isolation that turn to depression, despair, and then goes to the inevitable of relapse." Rose replied.

"It's always best to talk it out."

"the inevitable, huh?" he sighs. "look, there's nothing to talk about that i haven't already said to a dozen psychologists and sponsors. i was hooked, and then i wasn't, and then i was..." he trails off, scratching his arm absentmindedly. "and now i'm not again. that's that."

"...am I not supposed to notice the pattern?"

"am i supposed to go around believing that it'll never stick?"

Rose approached him.

"That's not my intention, Roy. My intention is assuring you that no matter how alone you feel...you are not."

he nods, glances away, nods again. "yeah. i know that. i mean... i know that."

"Now, my question. How are you feeling?"

"i dunno." he chuckles. "right now, or in general?"

"Right now or general." Rose replied.

"well, right now i'm tired. stayed up all night last night backfilling mission reports." he sighs. "in general, i... don't really know. shitty, i guess."

"What's keeping you up?" Rose asked, looking at him.

"eh, work shit." he waves a hand dismissively. "vigilante stuff. mostly mission reports and detective work. nothing too crazy. i've just been procrastinating it to the last minute."

"So why the sudden need to do it all at once? Is there something you're avoiding?" Rose asked gently.

"no, it's-" he cuts himself off, considering. "well, maybe, i guess. that's... a good point."

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Rose listened, waiting for him to continue.

"Hey buddy. I've been keeping an eye on you." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

i'm really hoping that's a good thing

"Yes, even though I usually operate in the shadows. I'm only coming out to you in concern." Rose replied.

he watches her carefully. "concern for who?"

"I'm concerned for you. And would like if you vented to me your inner thoughts."

he laughs. "no offense rose, but i'm pretty sure your brain is more fucked up than mine is."

Rose tilted her head at him.

"I mean, that's your opinion. I've accepted help so I'm doing much better and my support network has expanded as well."

"yeah, and i've been to rehab like eight times. and i've got more than enough support. but i think we both know that only fixes so much."

"We do?" Rose asked, eyebrow arched.

"i.... figured we do." he pauses, confused. then, "what is it you're so worried about, anyway?"

"Feelings of isolation that turn to depression, despair, and then goes to the inevitable of relapse." Rose replied.

"It's always best to talk it out."

"...am I not supposed to notice the pattern?"

"am i supposed to go around believing that it'll never stick?"

Rose approached him.

"That's not my intention, Roy. My intention is assuring you that no matter how alone you feel...you are not."

he nods, glances away, nods again. "yeah. i know that. i mean... i know that."

"Now, my question. How are you feeling?"

"i dunno." he chuckles. "right now, or in general?"

"Right now or general." Rose replied.

"well, right now i'm tired. stayed up all night last night backfilling mission reports." he sighs. "in general, i... don't really know. shitty, i guess."

"What's keeping you up?" Rose asked, looking at him.

"eh, work shit." he waves a hand dismissively. "vigilante stuff. mostly mission reports and detective work. nothing too crazy. i've just been procrastinating it to the last minute."

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"So why the sudden need to do it all at once? Is there something you're avoiding?" Rose asked gently.

"Hey buddy. I've been keeping an eye on you." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

i'm really hoping that's a good thing

"Yes, even though I usually operate in the shadows. I'm only coming out to you in concern." Rose replied.

he watches her carefully. "concern for who?"

"I'm concerned for you. And would like if you vented to me your inner thoughts."

he laughs. "no offense rose, but i'm pretty sure your brain is more fucked up than mine is."

Rose tilted her head at him.

"I mean, that's your opinion. I've accepted help so I'm doing much better and my support network has expanded as well."

"yeah, and i've been to rehab like eight times. and i've got more than enough support. but i think we both know that only fixes so much."

"We do?" Rose asked, eyebrow arched.

"i.... figured we do." he pauses, confused. then, "what is it you're so worried about, anyway?"

"Feelings of isolation that turn to depression, despair, and then goes to the inevitable of relapse." Rose replied.

"It's always best to talk it out."

"...am I not supposed to notice the pattern?"

"am i supposed to go around believing that it'll never stick?"

Rose approached him.

"That's not my intention, Roy. My intention is assuring you that no matter how alone you feel...you are not."

he nods, glances away, nods again. "yeah. i know that. i mean... i know that."

"Now, my question. How are you feeling?"

"i dunno." he chuckles. "right now, or in general?"

"Right now or general." Rose replied.

"well, right now i'm tired. stayed up all night last night backfilling mission reports." he sighs. "in general, i... don't really know. shitty, i guess."

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"What's keeping you up?" Rose asked, looking at him.

"Hey buddy. I've been keeping an eye on you." ( @dc-rose-wilson )

i'm really hoping that's a good thing

"Yes, even though I usually operate in the shadows. I'm only coming out to you in concern." Rose replied.

he watches her carefully. "concern for who?"

"I'm concerned for you. And would like if you vented to me your inner thoughts."

he laughs. "no offense rose, but i'm pretty sure your brain is more fucked up than mine is."

Rose tilted her head at him.

"I mean, that's your opinion. I've accepted help so I'm doing much better and my support network has expanded as well."

"yeah, and i've been to rehab like eight times. and i've got more than enough support. but i think we both know that only fixes so much."

"We do?" Rose asked, eyebrow arched.

"i.... figured we do." he pauses, confused. then, "what is it you're so worried about, anyway?"

"Feelings of isolation that turn to depression, despair, and then goes to the inevitable of relapse." Rose replied.

"It's always best to talk it out."

"...am I not supposed to notice the pattern?"

"am i supposed to go around believing that it'll never stick?"

Rose approached him.

"That's not my intention, Roy. My intention is assuring you that no matter how alone you feel...you are not."

he nods, glances away, nods again. "yeah. i know that. i mean... i know that."

"Now, my question. How are you feeling?"

"i dunno." he chuckles. "right now, or in general?"

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"Right now or general." Rose replied.

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one must imagine Jason Todd happy

Well, Teacher Grayson gave me some insight so I have to reevaluate myself.

Rose tried so hard not to laugh but it was too late.

She laughed until tears streamed down her face before composing herself.

"Ah, you don't say?"

"Believe what you want I don't care for your theatrics and how funny you believe this to be"

"Aw, don't be grumpy Zahira. I'm just enjoying myself a little." Rose said, trying not to smile.

"I am done with this conversation and you."

"I'll see you around real soon, Zahira. I promise."

Well, Teacher Grayson gave me some insight so I have to reevaluate myself.

Rose tried so hard not to laugh but it was too late.

She laughed until tears streamed down her face before composing herself.

"Ah, you don't say?"

"Believe what you want I don't care for your theatrics and how funny you believe this to be"

"Aw, don't be grumpy Zahira. I'm just enjoying myself a little." Rose said, trying not to smile.

Well, Teacher Grayson gave me some insight so I have to reevaluate myself.

Rose tried so hard not to laugh but it was too late.

She laughed until tears streamed down her face before composing herself.

"Ah, you don't say?"

Well, Teacher Grayson gave me some insight so I have to reevaluate myself.

Please tell me he knocked some bloody sens into you

He's my teacher, Zahira. -_-

Again he knocked some sense into you ?

What do you want Zahira?

From you ? Nothing. From the world ? A lot

.. okay then. I guess.

But did he knocked some sense into you ? About being a normal person ?

Teacher Grayson gave me strong advice and input on my character. It's none of your concern.

You know what was non of your concern ? The bloody museum now my phone is blowing up with messages

It was. I wanted it, and I bought it and now it's mine.

And the people who lost their jobs ? Who do not have the money I do what about them ? Because right now I need to help them find jobs

Rose seemed to stare at Zahira.

"And that's...bad?" She asked.

"What will they do when they need money to feed their family or pay their rent or just live? I don't know what you tried to do when you bought the museum but you didn't fucked my life you fucked theirs. So much for how to be a better person."

"Hey. I never said that." Rose corrected. "But i also didn't kill them."

"You think you're an ok-ish person because you didn't kill them ? The bar is so low. I need a fag ."

Rose seemed to pause, looking at Zahira strangely before shaking her head.

"Why do you care so much? They were just colleagues."

Zahira glared at Rose and light her fag "No. Some were my ex classmates some were my friends and they still need food to eat."

"I know you said I didn't effect you, but I did anyways." Rose replied, drinking her coffee.

"You're all worried, stressed, smoking too."

"I've been smoking since 16 not because of stress. I am worried for my friends if someone killed your vigilante friends you won't be ?"

"I mean my brother was tortured, and I was and am extremely worried for him." Rose said, boring her gaze into hers.

"That feeling of helplessness. That you can't do anything to help, and anger simmering. Not understanding why it happened or what was the point. You're feeling it now, Zahira."

"I do understand it and I can find them job and I will find them I just wanted to remind you , you can't be a better person or reevaluate yourself if you don't take in consideration that you fucked innocent people over because of your ego. And that Grayson would be very disappointed in you."

"Out of the both of us, he'd be disappointed, shocked, and livid with you and your Grandfather." Rose replied, filing her nails. "And this isn't about my ego."

"I don't care for Grayson's validation we butt heads too much for that . And enlightened me what is this for ? If it was to make me suffer it's not working my paperwork is done I'll start on Monday as assistant Professor."

Rose took a step closer.

"So why are you stressing?"

"I am not stressing. My friends are ."

"Very well. There are other matters I need to tend to anyways." Rose said, looking at her nails.

"Running when things get tens seem to be running in the family."

"You think I'm running?" Rose asked, shaking her head.

"Sorry, I'm just looking for more employees. My second is asking if I should re-hire those that were let go, but hmmm....decisions, decisions." Rose replied, tapping her chin.

Zahira blinked down unimpressed at her "Do what you want I'll find them jobs were you can't touch them."

"You really don't know how much money talks, do you?" Rose asked.

"I know how much money talks I am one of the persons who knows that very well but not even you can touch Bruce."

Rose swallowed back a laugh, hiding her face.

"No yeah...you're probably right." She cleared her throat, trying to look serious.

"Face prestige and the impression you make on the mass is also a key into controlling it he can overtake you in those departments."

"Ah. I forget. You think I'm doing this alone. The money is from eldest. The face is Joey. He better charisma and is better with handling people. Me? I kinda just...do what I want. And I'm very good at it." Rose said.

"But thanks for telling me your worries."

"Cut the beast's head and you all go down . Good to know."

Rose's smile stopped and she turned to Zahira.

"I know you think you're an heir or whatever but there's a reason the eldest is in the shadows. Why Joey and I are so careful around him. And why, despite what you did, I'm protecting you from him. You think I'm bad? I'm a lamb compared to eldest."

"What am I to the shadows is confidential .I need no protection for I am perfectly safe on my own you are but a thorn who would pass with time."

"If I'm a thorn, he's glass shards being dragged against your skin, and alcohol splashing on those wounds. And then the glass is dipped in salt and dragged down your scars again." Rose replied.

“Why do you think I'd be the one actively fighting him or you? I haven't got time for that sort of thing. I give the orders, other people carry them out. It's really that simple.”

"Oh dear. You'd be his favorite." Rose said, shaking her head.

"I don't care who's favorite I would be."

"Normally I wouldn't either. But he's unhinged so I'd care a little." Rose simply replied.

"As I said perfectly fine and more than capable of protecting myself."

"Heh. That's what they all say." Rose said, plucking the cigarette from Zahira's hand and crushing it under her boot.

For the first time since they talk Zahira looked offended "Why ?! It wasn't even out yet!"

"Sorry, that shit was burning my eyes." Rose said, wiping under them.

"It wasn't bothering you, but it was me."

"I don't care you don't go and take out people's cigarettes"

"Fine, I'll shoot it out of your mouth next time."

"I'll take out your other eye if you try."

I have both eyes. 🙄

"Daddy dearest made you take one out for him I'll take the one that was left there I will take that one you can regrow it no?"

"Didn't know i was talking to your Grandfather. The love of cutting organs and body parts run deep." Rose replied.

"Perhaps it does perhaps it doesn't I would love to test it on you."

"You're going to need a miracle to achieve that." Rose said sweetly.

"I have my ways."

"And so do I." Rose said, smiling sweetly.

"Stop smiling like a hyena I don't need to destroy you to make you stop I need to convince your older brother to stop founding you and it is over ."

"Even if he does stop funding me, I have my money from missions to be able to do what I want."

Well, Teacher Grayson gave me some insight so I have to reevaluate myself.

Please tell me he knocked some bloody sens into you

He's my teacher, Zahira. -_-

Again he knocked some sense into you ?

What do you want Zahira?

From you ? Nothing. From the world ? A lot

.. okay then. I guess.

But did he knocked some sense into you ? About being a normal person ?

Teacher Grayson gave me strong advice and input on my character. It's none of your concern.

You know what was non of your concern ? The bloody museum now my phone is blowing up with messages

It was. I wanted it, and I bought it and now it's mine.

And the people who lost their jobs ? Who do not have the money I do what about them ? Because right now I need to help them find jobs

Rose seemed to stare at Zahira.

"And that's...bad?" She asked.

"Hey. I never said that." Rose corrected. "But i also didn't kill them."

"You think you're an ok-ish person because you didn't kill them ? The bar is so low. I need a fag ."

Rose seemed to pause, looking at Zahira strangely before shaking her head.

"Why do you care so much? They were just colleagues."

Zahira glared at Rose and light her fag "No. Some were my ex classmates some were my friends and they still need food to eat."

"I know you said I didn't effect you, but I did anyways." Rose replied, drinking her coffee.

"You're all worried, stressed, smoking too."

"I've been smoking since 16 not because of stress. I am worried for my friends if someone killed your vigilante friends you won't be ?"

"I mean my brother was tortured, and I was and am extremely worried for him." Rose said, boring her gaze into hers.

"That feeling of helplessness. That you can't do anything to help, and anger simmering. Not understanding why it happened or what was the point. You're feeling it now, Zahira."

"Out of the both of us, he'd be disappointed, shocked, and livid with you and your Grandfather." Rose replied, filing her nails. "And this isn't about my ego."

Rose took a step closer.

"So why are you stressing?"

"I am not stressing. My friends are ."

"Very well. There are other matters I need to tend to anyways." Rose said, looking at her nails.

"Running when things get tens seem to be running in the family."

"You think I'm running?" Rose asked, shaking her head.

"Sorry, I'm just looking for more employees. My second is asking if I should re-hire those that were let go, but hmmm....decisions, decisions." Rose replied, tapping her chin.

Zahira blinked down unimpressed at her "Do what you want I'll find them jobs were you can't touch them."

"You really don't know how much money talks, do you?" Rose asked.

"I know how much money talks I am one of the persons who knows that very well but not even you can touch Bruce."

Rose swallowed back a laugh, hiding her face.

"No yeah...you're probably right." She cleared her throat, trying to look serious.

"Face prestige and the impression you make on the mass is also a key into controlling it he can overtake you in those departments."

"But thanks for telling me your worries."

"Cut the beast's head and you all go down . Good to know."

Rose's smile stopped and she turned to Zahira.

"What am I to the shadows is confidential .I need no protection for I am perfectly safe on my own you are but a thorn who would pass with time."

"If I'm a thorn, he's glass shards being dragged against your skin, and alcohol splashing on those wounds. And then the glass is dipped in salt and dragged down your scars again." Rose replied.

“Why do you think I'd be the one actively fighting him or you? I haven't got time for that sort of thing. I give the orders, other people carry them out. It's really that simple.”

"Oh dear. You'd be his favorite." Rose said, shaking her head.

"I don't care who's favorite I would be."

"Normally I wouldn't either. But he's unhinged so I'd care a little." Rose simply replied.

"As I said perfectly fine and more than capable of protecting myself."

"Heh. That's what they all say." Rose said, plucking the cigarette from Zahira's hand and crushing it under her boot.

For the first time since they talk Zahira looked offended "Why ?! It wasn't even out yet!"

"Sorry, that shit was burning my eyes." Rose said, wiping under them.

"It wasn't bothering you, but it was me."

"I don't care you don't go and take out people's cigarettes"

"Fine, I'll shoot it out of your mouth next time."

"I'll take out your other eye if you try."

I have both eyes. 🙄

"Daddy dearest made you take one out for him I'll take the one that was left there I will take that one you can regrow it no?"

"Didn't know i was talking to your Grandfather. The love of cutting organs and body parts run deep." Rose replied.

"Perhaps it does perhaps it doesn't I would love to test it on you."

"You're going to need a miracle to achieve that." Rose said sweetly.

"I have my ways."

"And so do I." Rose said, smiling sweetly.

Well, Teacher Grayson gave me some insight so I have to reevaluate myself.

Please tell me he knocked some bloody sens into you

He's my teacher, Zahira. -_-

Again he knocked some sense into you ?

What do you want Zahira?

From you ? Nothing. From the world ? A lot

.. okay then. I guess.

But did he knocked some sense into you ? About being a normal person ?

Teacher Grayson gave me strong advice and input on my character. It's none of your concern.

You know what was non of your concern ? The bloody museum now my phone is blowing up with messages

It was. I wanted it, and I bought it and now it's mine.

And the people who lost their jobs ? Who do not have the money I do what about them ? Because right now I need to help them find jobs

Rose seemed to stare at Zahira.

"And that's...bad?" She asked.

"Hey. I never said that." Rose corrected. "But i also didn't kill them."

"You think you're an ok-ish person because you didn't kill them ? The bar is so low. I need a fag ."

Rose seemed to pause, looking at Zahira strangely before shaking her head.

"Why do you care so much? They were just colleagues."

Zahira glared at Rose and light her fag "No. Some were my ex classmates some were my friends and they still need food to eat."

"I know you said I didn't effect you, but I did anyways." Rose replied, drinking her coffee.

"You're all worried, stressed, smoking too."

"I've been smoking since 16 not because of stress. I am worried for my friends if someone killed your vigilante friends you won't be ?"

"I mean my brother was tortured, and I was and am extremely worried for him." Rose said, boring her gaze into hers.

"That feeling of helplessness. That you can't do anything to help, and anger simmering. Not understanding why it happened or what was the point. You're feeling it now, Zahira."

"Out of the both of us, he'd be disappointed, shocked, and livid with you and your Grandfather." Rose replied, filing her nails. "And this isn't about my ego."

Rose took a step closer.

"So why are you stressing?"

"I am not stressing. My friends are ."

"Very well. There are other matters I need to tend to anyways." Rose said, looking at her nails.

"Running when things get tens seem to be running in the family."

"You think I'm running?" Rose asked, shaking her head.

"Sorry, I'm just looking for more employees. My second is asking if I should re-hire those that were let go, but hmmm....decisions, decisions." Rose replied, tapping her chin.

Zahira blinked down unimpressed at her "Do what you want I'll find them jobs were you can't touch them."

"You really don't know how much money talks, do you?" Rose asked.

"I know how much money talks I am one of the persons who knows that very well but not even you can touch Bruce."

Rose swallowed back a laugh, hiding her face.

"No yeah...you're probably right." She cleared her throat, trying to look serious.

"Face prestige and the impression you make on the mass is also a key into controlling it he can overtake you in those departments."

"But thanks for telling me your worries."

"Cut the beast's head and you all go down . Good to know."

Rose's smile stopped and she turned to Zahira.

"What am I to the shadows is confidential .I need no protection for I am perfectly safe on my own you are but a thorn who would pass with time."

"If I'm a thorn, he's glass shards being dragged against your skin, and alcohol splashing on those wounds. And then the glass is dipped in salt and dragged down your scars again." Rose replied.

“Why do you think I'd be the one actively fighting him or you? I haven't got time for that sort of thing. I give the orders, other people carry them out. It's really that simple.”

"Oh dear. You'd be his favorite." Rose said, shaking her head.

"I don't care who's favorite I would be."

"Normally I wouldn't either. But he's unhinged so I'd care a little." Rose simply replied.

"As I said perfectly fine and more than capable of protecting myself."

"Heh. That's what they all say." Rose said, plucking the cigarette from Zahira's hand and crushing it under her boot.