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[lostlabyrinths]

" i ran out of options. " MISS DONNA ?? / @proditeur

SO THIS WAS REGULUS. elusive, handy, known only from second hand stories REGULUS that donna had heard oh so much about. vouches from dick, stories from jason, it felt like regulus was in and out of so many moments donna was surprised to have missed. THEN AGAIN, with that crowd, they always did seem to run rather stealthy. she accepted that anonymity, she'd like to say, with grace. but even still: " it's nice to put a face to a name. " she smiled, nodding him in to her apartment and out of the busy new york street. LESS NICE, perhaps, than the reason why he was here. she had a highly suspicious feeling it had something to do with the four unanswered texts she'd sent to dick in the past week. the radio silence from jason, maybe. in their line of work a few check ins missed here and there was natural, maybe even good for the soul, but when an unknown face came knocking it usually wasn't the harbinger of heaven. after all, gotham always seemed to have a way of pulling it's recruits back in. she guided them in to the (small, but cozy) living room, motioning at the chairs absently, offering a seat. " i'm afraid i'm not a very good one. haven't heard from any gotham boys in at least a week. " last she'd heard dick was (pouty dick grayson voice here) HEADED BACK TO GOTHAM for something or other vaguely bruce-shaped. and donna hadn't heard anything about jason leaving the city in some time now. ergo: no news was bad news, she had no idea where to place them last except the ever-present threat that was gotham. and it's protectors. she frowned, thoughts lost in an endless stream of analyzing and over-analyzing any of the last times she'd spoken to them. donna's blue eyes flicker back up to her companion, having been lost in thought staring at her old, faded rug. the little seed of optimism that sounded vaguely like koriand'r reminding her she might've just made a couple of frightening correlations that might not even be true. " is this about dick or jason? "

[fightwing]

that part is my job. / @danversiism

nightwing's eyebrow raised, ultimately useless beneath the mask but the upward quirk of his lip was un-mistakeable. he'd missed this about working on a team --- the having your back, the attacking from multiple angles, the conglomeration of power and trust of it all -- and was certainly glad for the help he had now. there was a low explosion. not enough, dick would guess, to change any of their carefully laid plans but enough that it shook the ground beneath his feet. RIGHT. time. he nodded. " i'll meet you in the middle. " with captain marvel in the air, and dick on the ground, they were sure to draw the eye. they'd need to attract most, if not all the attention in a short enough span to clear the rest of the sites, and with some of the technological aspects dick himself manufactured, they were probably a bit too equipped for the level of standard their opponents aspired to. he turns towards his exit point, turning and walking backwards with a knowing smirk when he says " oh - and leave some for me? "

[fightwing]

they sent me here to spy on him. / @breaksmen

THAT did not surprise dick in the slightest. batman had a lot of enemies --- both on the good side and the bad, and often with the line between them slightly blurred. regardless, he was on guard. she was expert enough to evade all other of their 'newcomer in the city' trips, smart enough not to take the easy way out, skilled enough that dick would like to keep the actual hand-to-hand to a minimum. THEN AGAIN, at least she said SPY, not kill. life was all about taking the win where you could get it. " you know, he's not a big fan spies. " nightwing says, the undertones of a joke wafting between them. technically, nightwing should be back in bludhaven today. taking the day off, getting some rest, maybe even enjoying one of those hobbies people always talk about but NO. instead he's playing b's secretary. yeah, yeah, something something about old habits and how they die. but he'd give him a pass on account of the whole ' ALFRED'S BEDREST ORDERS. ' not even bruce was brave enough to disobey that. " can i take a message instead? "

[ada1r]

why can't people mind their own business?

" i think people are just inherently nosy. " she's not excluded from that statement, either. helena herself loves to be in the know. she figures that's normal, who doesn't like to be involved. but she understands what florence means. that not everything is for everyone to know. " have you tried yelling at them? that usually keeps people away. "

[ada1r]

it’s not as easy as that .

" why can't it be. " it's obvious she's ... frustrated. voice taking on a gravely tone to match her aggravation. deep down, she knows her attitude towards the man is unfounded, but he's the one there. " i know and you know that he did it. why does anything else matter right now? "

[ada1r]

i was just thinking of the greater good . (from vaylaria.)

" that seems to be the phrase on everyone's lips these days. " she sighs irritably and leans back against the wall behind her. her attitude is not directed at vaylaria, even if seems like it. her frustration lies in the phrase itself, the greater good. how often is it used lately to justify someone sacrificing themselves or sacrificing someone else. she's tired of hearing it, especially from people who are in the former category. " you're no good to the greater good if you run yourself dry. "

[ada1r]

@bladewarde said "there is no other choice."

" then we'll just have to make one. " her statement is firm, determination square in her jaw. it doesn't match how she feels, however. that no matter what choices the pair make, she's fearful that it will still end in the choice in front of them. " i refuse to be told that this is the only way. "

[ada1r]

are you sure you want to do that? ( also from leander !! )

fingers half an inch from touching the bottle on the banister, she retracts them as soon as she hears the other's voice. " it seemed a good idea for a moment, but i assume now it's probably not a good idea. " her hands now rest in her pockets, to keep her impulsive digits contained. " they are just impressive. i wanted to see them closer. "