Birds, Bats, and Tights

So it’s a tangible sort of relief he feels when he gets a call from the receptionist asking if he’s available to meet with someone named Robbie. He’s absolutely sure he doesn’t actually know anyone by that name, but he waves them through anyways. 

He waits impatiently for his guest to make their appearance, wondering if maybe he had a meeting scheduled today and it just got lost with the rest of whatever he was supposed to be doing. He wonders if his secretary is plotting a tack over of the company. He should look into that. 

“All my bathrobes usually have someone else’s monogram,” he said, his remarked countered by the Robin-like wonder his expression held as he looked around the office.  “I didn’t feel like being that Dick Grayson today.”

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She turned on her heel when she heard the skirmish, expecting the one and only Batman to be facing her down and trying to get her to be a good little girl and let him help. But noooo, she wasn’t even good enough for the Bat to show up! What was the bird doing here?! This was a robbery for cryin’ out loud and Nightwing didn’t even live around here anymore… did he? "Oh great, a second-rate hero for a second-rate villain, huh?" She growled, frustration and a bit of embarrassment in her tone as she scrunched her nose at him. Harley stuck her tongue out at the bird brat.

She placed one hand on her hip, her rucksack full of diamonds on her back, and wiggled the shot gun she held in her opposite hand. A small, gentle-looking smile graced her black lips. "S’pose you ain’t bulletproof though, huh, Birdie?"

Harley chuckled and swung her shot gun around, holding it in both hands, her eyes flashing with mischief and challenge. She cocked it and pulled the trigger….

….And pulled the trigger!

And…. pulled the trigger?

She blinked and broke her gaze for a moment to stare down at the malfunctioning thing. Had she… forgotten to reload? Seriously?! Harley, come on, this is no way to take over the town.

"Um…" She grinned up at Nightwing, a cheesy smile stretching from ear to ear, and shrugged. "Performance issues?"

Dick crouched, ready to spring away when she fired when she... didn’t.  Huh.

He supposed laughing would just be cruel at this point, wouldn’t it?

He still ended up having to leap out of the way when the gun came hurtling at him.  Bullets or no, that thing was definitely heavy enough to leave a mark.  He hopped up onto the counters, flipping across the store to meet her by the exit.

He sat down across from Clark— Superman— Clark…man?— looking much more sure of himself and neutral than he felt.  ”I can’t think of anything better.”  He wouldn’t lie, he had kind of expected this.  After so much damage to the League as a whole, a lot of members weren’t returning, and with the large amount of public opinion against them, a new team seemed like a wise decision.

"Great. I expect that you’ll be able to start straight away." he said with a raised eyebrow. The truth was that they needed Dick in the League yesterday, the League was stretched thinner than he wanted to admit. He had led the League when it was at full strength, and now he was leading it when it had never been this weak. It was a dark contrast. Not one that he ever wanted to experience again.