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Right, so. Let me see if I understand everything here.

My life, my entire being was nothing more than someone's cooked up, crack pipe idea. That who I am and everything else about me wasn't real, but now I'm real. Like the damned puppet from that story. Could never really stand it, even as a kid.

Heh, great. Really that's just fucking great. I don't have to worry about anything more, right? That's supposed to be the beauty in having this 'clean slate' here, ain't it?

You know what, don't answer that. Just leave me the hell alone.

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Everybody's justified in being cautious about a new place. There's some way to go between that and disliking it, though. It could've been either!

[Sarah will stare at him for a moment before looking down at the shot glass.]

No, the moment they take you and force you to be part of their experiments or some shit, that's when you have the right to dislike them entirely.

Well, yeah, but that's the people responsible for us being here. Most of the people I've met so far are in the same predicament, I see no reason to dislike their company.

They didn't do it.

[She has a point. But he doesn't let go of his optimism and affection easily.]

[Rolls her eyes.]

Didn't think you'd be this much of a goodie-goodie, kid. [While he has a point, she doesn't like people. Never has and never will.]

I prefer to be on my own and not be involved in other people's shit.

Sorry? Circus artist and then rich guy adoptee, kinda have to put my best foot forward and it got to be a habit.

[He's not apologizing for it very hard, to be honest. Though he cants his head to the side.]

Does that usually work? I'd probably go nuts on my own, but still. Does that work, for you?

[She gives him a puzzling look, hey was a circus artist and then got adopted...why does that sound the tiniest bit familiar? ]

[No, it doesn't work for her. Whenever she's gone off on her own she's gotten into loads of trouble. She usually has her brother with her for support. But then that list has grown to include Paul, Allison and Cosima...damnit, has she gone soft?]

It's been known to work for me. Wouldn't be sayin' unless it has. [Pauses, looking him over.]

What's your name?

Dick. Dick Grayson.

[He's watching her with his head canted to one side. Over the last five years, he's seen a lot of people who're not okay, and she definitely is one of those. But there is no immediate danger that he can go fight, so - that only leaves room for ~~bad~~ jokes.]

[... in a moment.]

Yours?

Dick Grayson...[The name is utterly familiar and yet foreign at the same time. She can picture the name related to comic books somehow. The same ones boys at her old grade school would read for fun. But she can't remember why or how that connects to him.

Crap, it's gonna bug her for the rest of the night.

But back to the present.]

Funny, thought it would've been Billy or Arthur. [Or some other preppy name.]

It's Sarah Manning.

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Hi, Sarah!

And, yeah, there've been people at school who suggested I switch to Rich or Rick or something. But it just... doesn't work.

[Not for him.]

...Hi [How can he be so preppy?]

Its not that, it just sounds familiar.

[The smirk he gives her back is not that preppy (basically, he's had a lot of time to learn how to be), but then it slides a bit, his arms coming up to cross in front of his body.]

There's been at least one person who's said that they come from a place where I'm fictional. Maybe you read something.

[The smirk doesn't come across as preppy, but she's still trying to think of where she knows that name. A lot of kids used to say it on the playground when she was younger...]

Doubtful, don't like to read--!! [And all of a sudden its clear as crystal. Her eyes go wide as she looks at him.]

You're Robin. Batman and Robin. [Pause, because that's not the strangest thing that's ever happen to her. No, no, its something else.] Though it was only an American show.

[Ex...cuse him while he stares over at her.]

[Then makes a small noise and thunks his forehead against the table.]

Well, this is weird.

[Her smirk only grows seeing him basically head desk the table.]

No, not weird in the least. [This has gone from weird to hilarious to her.]

Why do you wear such bright colours? If you're fighting at night shouldn't you blend in?

[The boy just. Stares at her. Because it just hurts, to let it go that easily.]

[But then he sighs and looks down at the table.]

See, it's Batman who blends in the night. He's the heavy hitter.

I need to be the distraction. Capture the bad guys' attention, both from civilians and from Batman. And then hold my own until they can get taken down.

Of course, sometimes I manage it on my own, too, but...

[But Gotham tends to be a bit much. Even for Batman alone, many nights.]

[Sarah will do her best to keep her smirk down, but it's hard to do. Who ever thought she'd be talking to the actual Robin. Granted, he's not the same from the old t.v. shows, but it's funny to her nonetheless. She'll toy around with her glass while he explains. It's a great way to get her mind off her troubles.]

That explains a lot. [Not just with what he does but how he's able to get her alcohol.]

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Yeah?

[... well, yeah, he's not just any fourteen-year-old.]

[Nods, still smirking at him.]

Here I thought you were a crafty sneak because you're a rebelling teen, but nope. You're Robin, makes perfect sense. [Joking and teasing, all rolled into one.]

[Dick just stares for a moment.]

... this is weird. Just.. somebody I've practically just met - knowing. And it's not just you.

[He cants his head for a moment. Then.]

Though you could say I was a rebelling preteen. I mean, who'd have let me do what I do if I hadn't made it impossible to do otherwise?

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