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"Hello, there."

Being in Gotham rather than the 'Haven for long periods of time was still strange to the young man. He was so used to the rank smell of the place that had been home that despite the clear pollution Gotham managed to smell suffocatingly clear, and oddly enough he found he didn't like it. Almost pined for what was gone. Still, he was fast on the rebound for the most part and despite the sense of loss that would linger for a while he coped. He always coped (mostly), which was remarkable. And yet right now it was totally irrelevant, it didn't quite matter.

Friends were hard to maintain when you lived a life like he did. Unfriendly hours that left him sleeping the day away, hauling himself out of bed late in the afternoon and going about necessities. Having to ditch people at the first sign of trouble.

He was a social man. He tended to fit into whatever crowd he found himself in, and that was fine. He was a happy guy, not easily put upon or dragged down. A gift in his line of work, honestly. One that served him well now as he strode down the hall of the home he may have broken into. Just possibly~

To his credit he had used the front door, he just hadn't exactly knocked. Quite how he'd gotten in was a trick of the trade, one not to be revealed even in an internal monologue. All that mattered was that he was in and prompt to find the woman he was here for, steps light though perhaps she already knew. It was a possibility, but behind her he hooked arms around to cover her eyes with his hands. "You get one guess who it is~" And really she didn't even need that. He'd step back with something akin to a laugh when she replied one way or another, hands held up as he dipped his head slightly.

She will be losing her job in the next few days

She will be offically rejoining the Birds of Prey (thecanarycry, rollingthunderdotnet)

She will be taking part in the arc dealing with this creepy anon hacking Oracles shit.