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*cocks his head to the side as he watches and can't help but whistle appreciatively* Nice!

*looks up with a smile* Thanks! Its what happens when you don't have to pay a dime for college.

You're a lucky girl, aren't you? *points at the bike* Can I take a closer look?

Absolutely. *looks at her hands a moment, both covered in grease. so much for shaking his hands* I'm Barbara.

*smirks and offers his hand anyway* Shawn Spencer. Nice to meet you, Barbara.

*takes his hand and shakes* What are you up to today? *she asks as she stands and heads to a container of babywipes. It helps remove the grease and she offers one to Shawn*

Oh, thanks. *takes the wipe and cleans his hands as he approaches the bike and looks at it carefuly* Well, right now, in this very moment I'm admiring this little beauty you have here. But originally I was just enjoying my day off.

Sounds like a good day. *said with a smile and a nod* I decided to flake out on classes because its a lecture on something that I know more of than the professor. *checks a latch on a compartment and frowns. It needs replacing* I didn't sleep very well so I didn't want to go to school irritable or there woulda been a shouting match.

Pretty much, yeah. *looks back at her and smiles back* An irritable student that knows more than the proffesor? I'm supposed to say 'don't do drugs and stay in school', but being honest I'd totally go for a ride on this baby instead if I were you.

Can't today. Dad wants me close to home. *eyeroll* Might go for a coffee run on it provided I can get the thing out without alerting anyone. Or begging with puppy dog eyes. The last one seems to have lost its touch over the years.

Over protective dads, a major pain in the ass, I know. *pulls a face* Mine's the president of 'Party Poppers Inc' and very possibly has been employee of the month in it for the last 30 years.

Mines the police commissioner of Gotham. *nod* Puts me in the spotlight occasionally so I have to keep my nose clean.

*says the girl who's nights are spent beating the piss out of villains*

I also think he's part of Party Poopers Inc so maybe they know each other from meetings and such.

Very possibly, I can totally see that. *snorts* Growing up with a dad cop sometimes epicly sucks, right?

It does. He cares, that much is obvious. It just gets to a point where he can be a bit much.

*looks up at Shawn as she sits on the ground again, trying to get a latch repaired without letting the compartment open.* Your dad a cop, too?

Yeah *stares at her hands as she works* He's a retired detective now, but he's still great at being a major pain in the ass sometimes. *grins*

*latch fixed FTW!*

I think its in the fine print somewhere in their father contract.

It's good to know that they take their work so seriously. *points at the latch* Wow. That was fast.

It breaks a lot. I actually need to buy a new one but...I'm lazy. When it gets to the point where it just won't work anymore, I'll get a new one.

*eyebrow arch* Nice.

*smiles and looks up* Thanks. I'm Barbara.

Lou Davis. *tilts head* What kind's it?

Dukati 1098s. It belonged to a friend of mine who rode it...twice I think? When I graduated high school early and started at Gotham U he said if I can keep my grades up for the entire first year he'd let me buy it from him.

*whistle of appreciation* I'm guessing you kept your grades up, huh?

*nods* Yep! Wasn't too hard. I think he knew that and planned to let me have the bike anyway.

Jeez, I need to meet more people like that.

*laughs slightly* So what do you do for a living?

I'm a cop. Rookie, which means my life consists of paperwork and boring shifts nobody else wants.

Thats still cool from my perspective. My dad won't even let me apply for the academy.

Really? Why not?

He's very overprotective.

He's the police commissioner so he's seen a lot. Its also put my family and I in trouble a few times.

Oh, I get that. That's happened to me too. Hence the reason I have no family. *~~that she talks about~~*

*low whistle*

nice...

*smirks because she's been getting that response a lot* A friend of mine let me buy it from him after a year of college. Had to keep my grades up *tightens a bolt quickly* but that wasn't too hard. Plus having a full ride at school made saving for this really easy.

Hell- I bet. Thats a lot nicer than my first ride out of school...

*smiles slightly* Whats your name?

Julie, Julie Simmons. *quick smile*

My first was an 30 year old truck that I won in a poker game... was missing three gaskets and the clutch.

*winces* Glad to see you survived driving it.

I'm Barbara. Barbara Gordon.

*laughs* It was more an experience then anything. Learned how to take care of anything I ever owned afterwards.

Good t'meet you Barbara.

Nice to meet you, too.

*laughs slightly* Sounds like a good life lesson.

I thought so.... and aparantly everyone at the bar thought it was a hoot t'see a 20-odd girl fix half the problems in the parking lot.

*smile* I can see it.

Sometimes repairs are just too important to wait on.

Ya, and it helped the damn truck only had three good tires. *smiles*

what's wrong with the bike?

Nothin'. Just...typical maintenance. Had to fix a flat then I just decided to see what else needed worked on.