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❝ Hey, have I seen ya before? Y'look a bit familiar ❞
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Another night, another charity gala. Sometimes Molly found it hard to believe that there were enough charities in Gotham City that she had a party to attend every single weekend, but really, she didn’t mind too much. She had fun dressing up, even if the heels hurt after a while, and it was only a few hours of polite conversation, a few laughs, and a lot of handshakes. She had mastered the art in the short time since her parents had died—she was shaping up to be quite the heiress.
However, in this moment, she wanted to escape to the balcony for some privacy. Her escape would’ve been foolproof, if she hadn’t accidentally stepped on the edge of her amber-toned ball-gown and tripped. She almost took another person down in the process, but instead, she just fell in a puddle of satin and tulle at his feet. She groaned and shook her head, not looking up for the moment.
“I am so sorry—I didn’t step on you or anything, did I?”
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“I’m not sayin’ that I’m not excited, I’m just saying that if we have a mission, why can’t it be in a place like Fiji? Or Madagascar? Or literally anywhere other than Russia? It’s the middle of July and I had to pack long-sleeve shirts and jeans along with my uniform. If I have to do that in the summer, then something is definitely wrong with that place.”
Gar was rambling more to himself than to Damian, who was probably tuning him out, but he was going on anyway. They were taking one of Batman’s many air-vehicles, cruising along on auto-pilot to their destination. Apparently various cities were being blown up all throughout Russia, and not by bombs-- by enhanced human beings who might as well be walking bombs. Gar and Damian had been sent to investigate one city, while various other members of the team were being sent to investigate others.
Why Gar and Damian had been place together, the changeling really had no clue.
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❝ I SAID I could handle this myself. What are you doing here? ❞
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“I’ve heard of you. One of Gotham’s protectors.“ Xavin hadn’t been expecting a hatchling, but all the good heroes were always children, so it made sense. "You have the name of a bird, correct? I’m not familiar with Earth’s aviation. Sparrow, perhaps, or Cardinal.”
“Why am I still alive? Why didn’t you kill me?”
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👑 ––– “ It’s less amusing if I don’t get to watch the panic in your last few moments, ” Ignatius voice was monotone and the only indication to his having been joking was the slight upward curl of his lips. Just as subtly as it’d come, it was gone, leaving the blank professionalism back in place. “ I jest, of course. You’re alive because your death was never the intention; Taking you captive in itself is enough to warrant too much attention, but unfortunately, business does require risks every now and again. ”
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“Trust me dude, I’m not plannin’ on movin’ any time soon,” Gar grumbled in response, clearing his throat. He picked up the spoon and swirled it around in the soup for a moment. It probably smelled good, not that he could tell.
“Well you still didn’t have to do it. What made you do it?” Gar asked curiously, taking a sip. The warmth and taste made him feel better, and he smiled. He knew questions weren’t usually the way to go with Damian, but he was too tired and felt too bad to really try and guard himself. Besides, that wasn’t really his style anyway.
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“... I will take that chance.”
Gar is oddly solemn as he flicks off the fan switch, and then immediately shifts into a cheetah and bolts out of the room.