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*headtilt; looks a lot like the one from her world, age and all*

Who knows? Might be closer than expected.

Might be. Even old men like me have lucky days from time to time.

You look like a soldier I use to know.

I'd say a guy your age'd know something about makin' his own luck.

Figure I should be flattered, skinny thing like me bein' told I look like a soldier. But 'use to' sounds kinda sad. Lose touch?

What do you know about guys my age?

Worried I had for a bit, but here you are. What took you so long?

That they have a hard time with retirement. Doesn't work 'cause they get antsy.

*it's hard suppressing this grin, so she won't even try* Well, not long ago someone taught me how to make entrances. Show up just when you're needed. Guess it stuck.

Who could retire in a city like Gotham?

Guess so. Five minutes later and I'd have had to fire you.

It does tend to keep people awful busy.

Duly noted, Boss. Good to know the window of time I've got to work with.

One day, the streets will be clean, and you and me will have to figure out what we're going to do with ourselves.

Don't get too comfy with windows, kid, you never know when you'll get shoved through the wall.

There's always Metropolis? I'm sure the 'local colour' would love that. *Is she talking about the colourful characters or the colourful local superhero? Who knows.*

*makes a face* Not nearly as much give, sadly, but I guess that's not always an option.

There's not much Metropolis left. *looks thoughtful* When we go out at night, what do you wear?

Point.

*seems mildly confused at the question* Same as the guy who had my job before. But I've been thinking about getting some better shoes. Ones I've got are kind of flimsy.

Robin. *smiles* I ever tell you about the multiverse?

Whole suit's flimsy. Not sure why he thought of something that left his legs, arms, and head completely unprotected. *eyes go dark* Not enough armor.

Never told, really. But a wobbly part in an isolated part of the base of operations kinda let me find out on my own. 'S weird, but it makes for a good escape when the batboys get to be a bit much.

Guess he was looking more into mobility? Still not much in a draft, though. *She'd always wondered who came up with the costume, but she can see why it wouldn't be Bruce. Too bright.*

Good. So you see another me, he doesn't know you? Be sure to give him a hard time. *big grin*

He was an acrobat. Dick. Liked the colors.

*bites her lip, grinning back* Gotta say, been thinkin' about it. Lotsa capes and goons here. Like someone folded up Gotham, cut 'er up, and made paper chain of more Gothams.

I can see it. Kinda interesting, the way he tied in the old job with the new job.

So far they're all from my past. Possible pasts. Makes it more fun for us.

He had his moments. Made the suit, but wasn't too good at wearing it. Took awhile for me to find someone who could do the job.

*looks down at her hands* Well, hard to get things totally right on the first go of it, I'm sure. We all do what we can. *looks back up and smiles* Glad you don't think the person doin' the job now is screwin' up.

*small smile* You don't know the half of it.

Dick was a good soldier, but not good enough.

Hail, hail?

Funny funny.

Who are you looking for?

Nobody in particular. Consider it a sentence with a couple of meanings.

Just kind of commenting, got it.

Try putting up a want ad.

Nice legs.

Nice...legs?

That's right.

Thank you...

*blushes*

Some of them won't be coming.

Didn't you expatriate?

I made a promise.

Who hasn't?

Wise men.

They don't exist.

Who's missing?

Half your face, apparently.

You're slipping, Bruce.

I'm not sure you even exist Hank, so I'll take that as a compliment.

If only for the sake of your precious mental health, I hope I do too.

I've got mental health?

News to me.

You do have some questionable hobbies.

I mean, dressing up as Batman. I wonder what he would do if he caught you.

Beat me to an inch of my life and throw me in a dark cave to while away my years while he pursues his hobbies.

If I had to guess.

What's bothering you, Wayne? Questioning whether or not the Cyborg Superman exists is a big red flag.

Isn't Cyborg Superman a bit like saying ATM Machine? Clark's not the most human guy to ever wear horn rimmed glasses.

No. He isn't.

I have been unable to devise a superior moniker. Perhaps you could aid me.

You don't make names, they make you.

You're smeared with the chronal radiation of another universe, Bruce.

What happened to Hank and Terri Henshaw there?