paradisalost | (no subject)

[He's standing up there ~~looking badass.~~ He glances at her, expression in that fixed statement of displeasure. Don't think he doesn't notice that excessive grip.]

I always said Grayson's costume looked like it was designed for a girl.

[Oh, such a welcome sight. But she manages to keep a straight face, and hops to a perch a good distance from the edge.]

Figure he was fond of the opinion.

Very.

[he glances at her and then out at the city.]

But I never was too fond of girls being Robin, either.

[She can't help a sidelong study. Lots of differences. Lots of similarities.

She doesn't sound too offended.] Gee, that's a shame. I've heard there's one around.

I've yet to be proven wrong, but that could change.

[A challenge? SHE ACCEPTS. In a very quiet, subdued, wordless sort of way. Her glance turns, eventually, from him to the view.]

So what's that word you wanted?

I want to know who you are. What changed, in your universe.

[She shifts just a little, away from the instinctive ready-to-spring crouch and into something a little more comfortable.]

Only one Batman, for one thing. The Robins stopped after two and picked up again at me, for another.

[A world where he never existed... and probably a better world.]

Why did he pick you?

I picked him. [a half a smile.] Alfred wasn't too keen, but the boss didn't much mind.

You walked up to Batman, said you'd be Robin, and he said yes?

First I found him, then I saved him. Then he said yes.

And he just decided you were fit for the job, just because you pulled him out of trouble.

[Hey, pretty much.]

Well, I'm not gonna question Batman.

This is me questioning Batman. Why? Why you?

What's it to you? That's a whole world away.

[Oh, he is sorely tempted to pitch her off the tower, right there, but he refrains.]

Alright, let's keep it in this world: does Dick Grayson let you operate?

He wouldn't be able to do much about it if he didn't like it.

[he's similar, but not her Batman. A little snark is allowed.]

Implying he does like it. What makes you worthy?

[hfnkfs is she really going to have to list all her good qualities, or something? One last attempt to avoid that.]

What're you looking for, a resume?

Just answer the goddamn question, Carrie.

[A quick sigh and a mildly irritated look, but she sits up a little straighter.]

I'm smart, I'm quick, I learn fast, I'm brave, and [a pause] I love it.

Do you want to prove it?

[oh please oh please don't ask her to try anything with her shoddy balance fhesnfks

...And yet, despite that, she can't help a grin.]

Love to.

Good. I need any and all available information on anyone from Gotham city, regardless of universe, or anyone of a criminal nature gathered and organized. I'd do it myself, but I need someone familiar with the castle's residents, so I can focus on setting up my city first.