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[cloneororiginal]

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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[peckish4action]

[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.

[cloneororiginal]

[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?

[peckish4action]

[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.]

[cloneororiginal]

[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.]

[peckish4action]

Yeah?

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

[cloneororiginal]

[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.]

[peckish4action]

[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?