pc catchall for dick (heh) (unpredicktable)

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[ it takes a bit, but he does answer the door-- looking like he's fresh out of the shower and shirtless, so you're welcome, but also like he's exhausted.

his face is pretty blank when he sees her, like he's not sure why she's here? ]

Hi...? [ oh-- fuck, wait-- he runs a hand through his hair as it seems to finally click ] Oh, wow, sorry, I-- something came up, and I... [ he leans a bit against the doorway and gives her a tired smile ] Raincheck?

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[nice.

But more importantly, she’s shaking her head almost automatically. She doesn’t look irritated, just worried.]

Yeah, of course. And I won’t stay if you want to be alone, but... Did something happen? I mean, are you okay?

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I don't know. [ no, wait, he-- shakes his head ] Something happened, but I'm-- dealing with it.

[ also because i forgot to mention she can get a glimpse of DIDN'T WANT TO SHARE on his shoulder. for. maximum irony. ]

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[After a moment:]

Well, if you do want to talk about it... You know where to find me.

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... I know. [ he looks down and then back at her, hesitating ] If you're still feeling up to it-- I could use the distraction?

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[She pauses, and then nods.]

Sure thing. I'm guessing you need a second...?

[Given his shirtlessness.]

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What, this not to your liking?

[ but-- no, not with the current state of rude tattoos in this place, so dick just goes in real quick to grab his t-shirt ]

There, I'm decent, no one can throw beads at me on Mardi Gras.

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Now, I didn't say that.

[Anyways!]

So. Aquarium or casino...?

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Casino? I'm feeling more obnoxious flashing lights than fish.

[ he's serious about that distraction, apparently. ]

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Hm... I didn't take you for the gambling type.

[Her tone is teasing, especially considering they have nothing to actually bet with.]

You ready?

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What part of me does not strike you as a risk-taker?

[ he's joking right back. ]

I'm wearing a shirt, aren't I? C'mon. [ he leads the way, throwing one last glance into his room before going ]

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Sure, but you also seem like someone who takes them for a good reason.

[She starts in that direction, then, glancing back at him.]

Were there any in the city you lived in?

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[ he looks amused, if still tired, at her statement, but doesn't comment on it. necessary risks...

the casino question seems to take him out of it ]

In the 'Haven? No, that place is kind of a cesspit. [ th. then why does he live there ] There was in the city I was raised, though. I never went inside unless I was wearing a mask.

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Interesting description for the place you're choosing to live.

[She tilts her head.]

Yeah? Lots of secret casino missions?

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What, I'm gonna go fight crime in a good city?

[ he sounds amused. ]

I wish. It was more like "criminals really like stealing money, casinos have money". Somehow none of the covert ops ever let me anywhere near a card table.

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You could always commute. Put those helicopter lessons to good use.

[Her lips quirk up into a smile.]

Come on, that's barely more original than robbing a bank. You'd think they'd go for something new at some point.

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Oh, believe me, I don't need a helicopter for my commutes.

[ teleportation technology is wild. ]

You don't even want to know how many bank robberies I've been to. [ it's said lightly but he also doesn't comment on trying something new. a lot of supervillains sure do! and every time! it's bad ]

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Oh? What do you use, then?

[Here they are! Casino time. She glances back at him as they walk in.]

I’m guessing it gets old fast.

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I doubt you guys have them, but-- we've been using zeta beam technology for a while now.

[ wow. they sure are at the casino and you know what those sex statues are still here. he had forgotten. ]

So many villains do it, it kind of keeps it fresh. Is this a normal bank robbery, or am I solving several terrible riddles because the Riddler is back at it again? Step in and find out! [ he breezes past name-dropping a guy who calls himself the fuckin riddler to head to one of the tables and pick up a deck of cards ]

52 pick-up is out, but-- how do you feel about a game?

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You know that I have to ask about both of those things, right?

[Zeta beams?? Riddlers?? Anyways, she’s fervently ignoring those statues. It’s fine.]

Sounds good. What did you have in mind?

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You ever watch Star Trek? It's kinda similar. [ beam him up, Scotty... ] And the Riddler-- Edward Nygma. He's a criminal obsessed with riddles and puzzles. It makes solving his crimes kind of a pain.

[ he thinks about that ]

You know how to play poker?

[ he'd say blackjack but. she has trauma ]

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—Wait, you can teleport?

[She's moving past the criminal with a weird pattern, because that's So Cool.]

Yep. Are you dealing?

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Yeah, pretty much. It's not a public thing, and most of the zeta tubes are in the States, since we don't want to create an international accident, but.

[ at her question he IMMEDIATELY starts shuffling the cards like he's a goddamn stage magician? the flourish is real? ]

Yep. Think you can handle it?

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That's so cool. Who invented it?

[She can't help but smile, but all the same, teasing:]

Can I handle how much of a showoff you are, you mean?

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Dr. Erdel first experimented and came up with the technology back in '55 but it was only implemented as a method of transportation for the League and associates in 2003.

[ dick sounds like he's reciting from his homework, tbh, and then he makes a faux-wounded face ]

Hey, circus kid, remember? I need applause to live, like Tinkerbell.

[ everyone believed that. ]