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reunion {dick & babs}

Barbara looks down at her phone, checking the time before she rolls herself out of the elevator. It was late, but she didn’t even care. She knew where Dick’s apartment was, even before he had ever told her, and she headed straight towards it. Ever since coming to New York, she hadn’t gotten the chance to see him and she misses him. More than she probably should, but she still does. It feels like it’s been forever since she’s last seen him and after seeing him almost every single day, being apart from him really sucked. They had both been busy since coming to NYC, but Babs was going to make sure she caught him at the right time. She needed to see him.

She rolls to his door, placing her phone into the pocket of her wheelchair. She moves as close to the door as possible, before knocking on it. She knocks several times, just enough to be annoying. “Hey, Boy Wonder. Going to make some time for me?” She quips, hoping he can hear her through the door. “Or am I going to have to pick the lock?”

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long time no see {jason & babs}

“Come on,” she murmurs, head pressed against the door, listening for the clicks. She closes her eyes, frowning, twisting the lockpick just a tad before everything falls into place. “Still got it,” she says, smiling, and the door swings open. She takes in a deep breath, looking around, before wheeling herself in, carefully shutting and locking the door behind her. 

It hadn’t been hard to find Jason, Tim was pretty much giving her all the answers anyway. As if he didn’t think she was going to notice anything. She knew everything about her Bat Family. She couldn’t let them slide by her. She had to keep an eye on them, for all times. Even when she was at her lowest point, not talking to anyone, she kept an eye on them. She had to. She couldn’t lose her family. Especially not after what happened to Jason. 

She hasn’t seen him since what happened to her. Not face to face. And she wasn’t sure how to approach him about it. He’d be livid, just like she was at the Joker for killing him, for hurting her. She swallows the lump in her throat, and then looks around. “Haven’t changed a bit, have you?” she whispers, taking in his apartment. A small smile spreads across her face and she rolls forward, looking around. She had no idea why she was even here, really. She just wanted to check in, see how he was doing, see it with her own two eyes. She looks around the whole apartment, before sighing. “I shouldn’t even be here...” she sighs, and then rolls out of his bedroom, heading back towards the door.

But before she could, she hears footsteps, and then a key in the lock. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” she hisses, and there’s no where for her to hide. She panics, looking around, for at least some place, but there’s nothing. “Oh, wonderful.”

The door swings open and she just stares at him, panic stricken, before plastering a sheepish smile on her face. “Uh... surprise?” This was not the way she wanted to do this, but it was her own damn fault and it was too late to turn back now.

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friend or foe? | regulus & dorcas

Diagon Alley. She remembers a time where it used to be bustling, full of smiling faces and happy families. Now most of the time it was just bare. For someone who grew up coming here, it made Dorcas sad. She walks through the streets, wishing more people were here. She wishes the times were easier, that people weren't afraid, but it's what it's come to. The war has taken over and it was only going to get worse. Dorcas sighs, pushing her hair behind her ear as she looks around.

She wouldn't come here unless she absolutely needed to and she needed to stock up on supplies. There wasn't any other places that she trusted as much as the shops in Diagon Alley and she prefers to do her shopping here. Heading into the teashop, she stocks up on her favorites, and then grabs some that she knows people from the Order ike. She never knows when she might need them. 

She pays for her items, then puts her bag on her arm, mixing in with the other bags from the other shops she's been to today. As soon as she heads out, she blinks, spotting a familiar face down the road. "Regulus?" It comes out as a whisper, and then she's on her way, her bags bouncing against her waist as she makes her way towards him.

She had always tried to talk to him, to be his friend. She wouldn't dare do that with the Black sisters, but Regulus was different. Surely if he's Sirius' brother, then he might share the same views. She wants to get to know him, see if that's true, and has tried several times while she was at Hogwarts. The fact that he is a Death Eater completely passes her mind. To her, he's just Regulus Black, who needs a friend.

"Regulus..." she's within feet of him and she speaks loud enough for him to hear her. "I haven't seen you in a while..."

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warmth and cookies | peter & dorcas

She doesn't know how long he has been sitting there, looking lost in thought. But she has been here for over thirty minutes, moving around the Order Headquarters and cleaning. It wasn't bad, but she still wanted to clean it up, make it spotless. Besides, she enjoyed it. She likes making places look nice and clean. It reminds her of the way she wishes to be, good, spotless, nice, not full of uncontrollable power that can hurt herself and other people. 

Sighing, she stands up from where she had been cleaning a particular tough stain on the rug and heads into the kitchen. It doesn't take her long to make cookie dough, and cook them into delicious circles and make hot cocoa. Maybe that would help with whatever Peter was thinking. She the warmth of the hot cocoa and the freshly baked cookies would work. With the cookies on a huge platter, steam still rising off them, and a large cup of hot cocoa, she makes her way back out to where Peter was sitting. 

"Here, Peter." She sets the cookies and hot cocoa down on the table in front of him, before sitting across from him with a small smile. "You looked like you needed them."

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into the darkness | rabastan & dorcas

Dark... it's so dark. The streetlights hardly do anything to help. Her breathing is ragged, like she's just been running, but she hasn't, she's just scared. She doesn't like being out here, alone, but she had gotten so involved in her book at the local diner, that she had lost track of time. And by the time the diner closed, it was well past good time to walk home by herself. And she hadn't thought to bring her wand- wand equals magic equals bad around people, Dorcas did not want to do that- and that only meant one thing; walking home. And that was just as bad as magic to her.

She crosses her arms across her chest, hugging herself, her eyes always scanning the streets. She was on edge, and she can feel her fingers sparking. Stupid, so stupid, why did she lose track of time?

She sucks in a deep breath, instantly coming to a stop as soon as she hears footsteps behind her. The hair on the back of her neck prickles and she sees the streetlights flicker- her doing, must stop. But she's scared and anxious and it's not going to stop, it's just going to get worse. She takes in another breath, then turns around, looking down the street towards the person, who was doing well to hide in the shadows. "H-hello?" Oh, she was going to get killed. This was so horror movie-esque and the feeling in the pit of her stomach did nothing to help. But she at least tried to be brave, to prove that she wasn't scared, when she was. Oh, why wasn't she brave like everyone else? Why didn't she bring her wand? This was trouble. And there was nothing she could do to change it.

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food for thought | sirius & dorcas

A bag of groceries in her hands, Dorcas stands in front of Sirius' apartment, a small frown on her face. It was easier said than done to just simply waltz up to his house and demand that she cook him dinner. Well, not demand, simply ask. She wasn't one to demand anything. That wasn't Dorcas. But she made it her personal goal to go to everyone's house in the Order and cook for them, seeing as it'd help them and also, food is good and bonding is good. And it also gives her an excuse to do something. Anything is better than sitting around while everyone is out on missions. She can't go on missions, she hardly uses magic and when she does, things tend to go haywire. So she just helps out around the Order, but doesn't actively participate in anything that would send her out to fight against the enemy. And while one small part of her is disappointed in that, a huge part of her is relieved. Magic plus Dorcas equals bad. And everyone knows that.

She takes a deep breath, and then heads up the steps to Sirius' door, quietly knocking on the door. She waits a few minutes, wincing when she realizes that she'll have to be louder. And she knocks, this time with more force, so she knows that he'll actually hear it this time. She doesn't like being loud, quite the opposite actually. She likes being quiet, not attracting attention unless she absolutely needs to. It was almost laughable at how she used to be. Dorcas used to be open, more friendly, but now she was... soft, quite, timid... like a mouse. And deep down, she almost hates it.

The door swings open and Dorcas bites her bottom lip, before offering Sirius a small smile. "I... I brought groceries. I was hoping to cook you dinner?" She keeps from flinching at how awkward the words sound and wishes her voice was a little louder. But she hopes Sirius would at least understand what she was trying to do and would let her do so.

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not another rainy day | molly & dorcas

Dorcas sighs, staring out her window. It was a rainy day and while normally it relaxed Dorcas, she just feels anxious. It was one of those anxious feelings where she needs to go out and be around someone. She normally tries to push those feelings away, not wanting to be around as many people as possible. She's always scared that if she does something, she'll set off her magic and end up hurting someone. If she's alone, by herself, and something ends up sparking, then it's only herself that she's hurting and she doesn't mind that. But if she hurts someone else... then she doesn't know what she would do. Probably hide away for days. She can hurt herself on accident, but if she hurt someone else? She'd never forgive herself.

Today, Dorcas can't stand being alone. And she needs to be around someone. Her mind wracks through the people she can be around before finally resting on a single person; Molly Weasley. Molly had insinuated herself into Dorcas' life the moment they met each other and at first, Dorcas tried to stay away, scared of hurting Molly with her powers, but slowly grew to enjoy being around Molly. And now she'd never look back. She really does care about Molly and she knows Molly cares about her as well. Standing up, Dorcas eyes her wand, debating whether to just apparate or use muggle transportation to get to Molly's place. She spends a few good minutes, going over the pros and cons, before sighing and picking up her wand.

She swallows the brief inkling of fear, and quickly disapparates from her apartment to the doorstep of Molly and Arthur's house. She takes a moment to look around, taking in calming breathes to keep anything that might go wrong from going wrong, before tucking her wand into her pocket. She pauses, before knocking on the door, biting her bottom lip. She hopes Molly isn't too busy or anything and will have time for her visit.