Re: Dinah & Maria
She'd needed to talk to Dick, so, she'd talked to Dick on a day that she knew he'd been at Wayne Manor. She wasn't a guest, so she'd stayed in the kitchen, going through the servant's entrance, where the back of her mind said she still belonged. It hadn't escaped her that Dinah hadn't wandered down at the scent of bundt cakes. Even before her visit with Dick, there'd also been an echoing silence from Dinah; no calls, no texts, not even a 'looks what's attacking Gotham this time!' alert.
So Dinah was pregnant and now wanted nothing to do with her. Fine. She could deal with that, do the dance that was expected of her, and not expect any real emotions in return. It didn't hurt at all.
"You punched the bursar," she said dryly, because it might not be the next line, but it was the best line. And it wasn't exactly out of character for either of them, come to think of it. "I haven't even seen the damn thing, but I can quote it, thanks to this night."
She followed Dinah's gaze up, half-expecting the house to answer, or a swarm of bats to swoop down from the ceiling in disapproval. "They celebrated Halloween that long ago?" she asked, looking around and trying to imagine an old timey ball - add a few more ruffles, and she could actually see it, which was more than a little eerie. "Does it count as being spooky if there's no one around?" she asked. "Or do the bats of the place throw their own party?" And not the bats they both knew about, the actual roosting Little Brown Bats.