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[queryxecho]

( from @dataxe ) They both are getting a nice lovely kiss to the cheek and foreheads, and an extra long hug as breakfast is made. Two sets of expensive, diamond earrings found their way into each of their pockets. Don't worry about it.

"I imagine it's going to be a busy day for you too, right?"

V-day sillies // Always accepting @dataxe

Don't get away so fast, kid. Diedre pulled them back onto the couch with her in a bear hug, laughing. It's been a fun morning. How could a couple of girls not feel spoiled?

"We've got a stoic, workaholic assistant to go bug," Diedre murmured into their hair. Placing a kiss at the top of their head for good measure.

Nina was snapping pictures on her phone with a grin, before joining in the pile for cuddles.

"And we might be swinging by a Pandora's party tonight. Valentine's specials are a riot."

[deciphertheriddler]

[ from @dataxe ] 🐹

send me a 🐹, get assigned a hamsona || @dataxe/@avisxe

This is Cinnaham! A hamster that not only is very cute, but puts on very well-made costumes and are a sensation on the internet!!! Cinnaham is very friendly, an actual gem that takes care of their hamfriends. They like exploring possibilities, which makes their enclosure very special and different. Visiting is very advisable! They also have others talents, such as being cast in a hamusical!

As for their company, it is a very beloved one, but even babier (researchers swears this is a technical evaluation).

[deciphertheriddler]

[ from @dataxe !] Elliot, with a stubborn frown on their face, gently tugs at Edward's coat jacket - akin to a younger kid trying to get a family member's attention - without pulling him from the fun activities. They showed one of the bracelet cuffs to the elder with sad sigh, "It fell off... Would you fix it for me?"

Oblivious to parents etiquette and sure that family were more important than anything anyway, Eddie gives Data his whole attention. "Of course." He doesn't really excuse himself, but pulls Elliot with him to a more secluded space, where he can give the younger attention.

He fixes the cuff and looks at Elliot, proud. "You look very pretty." Then, he tilts his head. There's something... Not right. Edward can't tell what it is.

Holding Elliot's face in place, he stares at the younger for some long instants, even if it doesn't exactly give him any clues.

"Is anything wrong?" He leans in, as if staring closer will help him see through Data's brain. "Are you having fun, Elliot?" He blinks, and whispers. "Dick?"

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[fxllenwilson]

[ from @dataxe ] Dread curled at the bottom of their stomach, at the news. Panic bubbled and rose up: Of course Grant had to be stupid enough, to not wait just a few more weeks for this to be over. Because there was no question in their mind... They were going to have to confront him. Grabbing their uniform, they quickly slipped out into the night and took the familiar route from Gotham to Jump. Finding Red X was simple... He never removed the old trackers Robin had placed on him. Stupid stupid stupid. Cornering him in an alleyway - a hidden entrance to one of his safe houses in the area, they hung from a pole - body practiced and delicate. Data called out, their voice modulation device still in effect, "So... the dead speak, and walk! Riddle me this, X: I am the consequences of your actions, and the current reason for the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. I add fuel to any flame. I am the warning sign you get before narrowly surviving a moving bus or train...." They twirled off the pole into a flip, expertly landing on their feet, they stalked closer, "I'm something you should stay away from, and yet, you seem to fall in my lap anytime one of your 'teen titan' heroes are off taking a nap... What am I?"

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So maybe he’s not been handling Robin's death well. 

….. Or really at all. 

An up close perspective on grief wasn’t what Grant ever thought he’d get a taste of when it came to having to choke down his own medicine. 

No wonder his family ended up they way they did. This is insufferable. Not in the way he used to like. Not the snarky, annoying, jealous, fun prodding type of insufferable. It’s the heavy, unbearable choking kind that he wants to be done with. 

A month ago, there’d be a lot more banter right around here. Ridiculous quips about what the hell are you wearing, and when did Jump get another weirdo? There’s no energy for it now though. Instead, he just looks bored. Well, irritated was probably a better word. This is pointless. Much like most everything else. 

The x's in his palms light up in warning. Cocking his head as he took a step forward. The nap thing shouldn’t get under his skin as much as it does- but it’s like dialing up the already more than simmering anger up to a straight boil. 

“I hardly think I need lectures on the danger of what I do- especially from someone who isn’t from here.”

[queryxecho]

[ from @dataxe] Nina was usually the one who was quick to offer them comfort - Not that Deidre wasn't comforting, they often worked together to calm and cool the young adult down from complete panic and the occasional leaking eyes... But, still. Deidre teased, and told Elliot like it was, Nina would coo and offer gentle arms. Elliot was not prepared to handle a panicking Nina, clutching Deidre in her arms. Data's eyes snapped over, rushing to the door to help them both through as they asked, "What happened? I had eyes on the cameras, I didn't catch this."

@dataxe isn't getting paid enough for this.

She can’t stop crying. They’ve taken hits before- that was the job. It was just rare to see one or the other bad enough they were unconscious. Despite all that, there’s a determination to Nina’s stride before she gently set Diedre on the couch and started snagging their med stuff. 

“Someone’s growing territories. It just happened so fast. We got caught in the crossfire. She stepped right in front of me.” Nina’s voice cracked, blinking faster as more tears just kept coming down. Coming back to the couch to take a look, her hands gently ran over Diedre, hoping it would stir some sort of response. 

GSW, shoulder, thigh. Through and through. Why won’t she open her eyes? 

“She hit her head on the way down,” she whispered. And she can’t tell if it’s that or the blood loss that put her to sleep but either way Nina’s hands were shaking as she pressed a kiss to her love’s forehead and gently ran her fingers through her hair- making sure there wasn’t any blood coming from the skull. 

“Dee, please.”

[deciphertheriddler]

[ from @dataxe ] Oh Edward. Sweet, sweet Edward. The hand held no tricks, but the stare that accompanied it was too scrutinizing. The intertwined hands simply laid there, limp and without a purpose. Did you fail? Or win? Was there even an answer? Data piped up, eventually, "I want to know how you did that trick." They gestured to the screen, where Riddler was working on a new contraption. "And why.... Mostly why?"

Edward stares back, but mostly he is just happy. Holding hands is good. He is pleased.

"Oh." He blinked to the screen. "I can show you the source code if you want to. I just thought it would be fun and effective to send out a virus that actually destroys a computer if the owner does illegal monetary transactions."

"But they will have a chance of saving the machine, of course. There will be a riddle, and they will have 30 seconds to answer."

[deciphertheriddler]

[ from @dataxe ] They blink at the picture, somewhat confused. Did they accidentally find a picture on google images of a rat instead? Who was to say. Elliot was never fond of either...... The Final Test. Data offered their hand. Don't worry. There were no tricks to this... right? Just an innocent hand.

A hand. Elliot still hadn't said anything, but Edward wouldn't question either. Maybe it was part of some social thing he didn't know of.

Anyway, what do you do when someone offers their hand to you?

Hold hands! At least that's what he did with Query & Echo.

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[deciphertheriddler]

[ from @dataxe ] Data nods, mentally cataloging this information. They slid a printed out picture of a hamster next in front of Edward. Time to observe.

Edward looks at the picture. Stares. It takes a long minute for him to do anything. He slides the picture back to Data.

"I don't know this rat."

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