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Barbara Gordon - Oracle (knowsherstuff) wrote in modernage,
@ 2011-01-02 00:47:00

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barbara gordon | oracle, damian wayne | rook, richard grayson | nightwing, ∴ scenes: ongoing

Thread: Oracle, Nightwing and Rook
Who: Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne
Where: Dick & Damian's place
When: July 30th
Summary: Barbara is up early cooking breakfast.

Dick was still sleeping when Barbara woke up. She took a moment to enjoy the soft sounds of his breathing and the feel of his one arm wrapped around her. She smiled, carefully extraditing herself from his grasp. She carefully slid onto the floor, grabbing her discarded pajama bottoms and slowly tugging those on. She noted with some annoyance that her wheelchair had wound up on the other side of the bedroom. She crawled over to this, hefting herself up.

It was the dog days of summer. Everyone in Gotham seemed particularly restless, but she'd come to expect it with the heat. The fact that people seemed so on edge made it easy for Dick to convince Babs to take a night away from Clocktower, to enjoy some drinks and his company and, well, other stuff too. She smiled, wheeling herself quietly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Pancakes seemed like an amazing idea, so she started pulling out milk, butter and eggs from the fridge. Spotting strawberries, she pulled those as well. She grabbed a long knife, using it to open up cabinet doors in her search for flour and sugar. All the while, she tried to be quiet and keep from waking up Dick.

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flyingsolo
2011-01-04 02:58 am UTC (link)

"Three OJs coming right up." Dick said with a grin. He knew that Damian didn't ask for a glass but he knew that eventually the kid would be thirsty. And they would both need the energy for their mid morning regimen. They had to keep tip top in this line of work. "Oooo Pancakes. I'll take chocolate chip." Grayson grinned like an enthusiastic kid at the idea of chocolate chip pancakes.

"I hope you don't mind pulp." Dick commented as he poured a glass for each of them. He loved the stuff but knew that most people did not. With a smirk, he slid a glass over to Babs and set one on the table for Damian. After that, his upbringing with Alfred kicked in and he began setting the table up.

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knowsherstuff
2011-01-09 06:33 am UTC (link)

"Chocolate chip, huh? Doesn't sound like a bad idea all around..." Babs took a sip of the orange juice before setting it aside. She glanced up at the flour on the cabinet shelf. She pushed herself up using the counter edge and stayed up with one arm firmly locked as the other grabbed what she needed and set the items down on the counter top.

When she was done, she set herself back down in her chair. Who knew pancakes were such a workout? She grabbed a bowl and started to mix ingredients together. "How many cats come by, Damian?" It was an effort of some sort to reach out to the boy. She didn't understand him well and didn't know how to start understanding him, but every once in awhile she forced herself to try.

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ibnalxuffasch
2011-01-12 03:51 pm UTC (link)

Damian shot Oracle an unreadable look before looking to Grayson. After a moment, he begrudgingly answered, "One." As far as he knew, at least. It was a fierce creature and kept the other cats away from the food, which Damian respected. "He clearly has superior taste," He added in a lofty tone, indicating that even the stray cats that he picked up were somehow elite.

Not being overly concerned with the food making process, he picked up the orange juice that was left for him and drank. He kept his attention on Oracle's preparation, though. While he might not care about the food itself, he also wanted to make sure nothing unusual made it into his diet.

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