Oracle (intheclock) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-17 09:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon, helena bertinelli/huntress |
Who: Babs and Helena
What: Talking after the youngins've left the night that Helena first arrives.
When: Backdated to a few nights ago
Where: Clocktower
Status/Rating: incomplete/PG-13
Babs waited for the younger two to leave before she turned to Helena and said very bluntly. "I have shrimp and a bottle of red wine in the kitchen. Patrol can wait an hour." She wasn't going to leave her post entirely and she did pat around for her com link before she started moving towards the kitchen. Helena knew her well enough to know that shrimp and red wine meant that they were in for at least an hour or so of dishing. It was something Babs hadn't had the chance to do since arriving in this place. No Dinah to sit around a bitch with, no Helena to complain to, and no Zinda to have a beer with. She didn't have that relationship with Bruce, and Cass and Terry didn't need to see or hear the depths of the funk she was falling into.
Along with the comm link her hand brushed against one of the small dolls she kept on her desk, the Robin. She pulled that into her lap as well.
"Can you grab some wine glasses?" She pointed to one of the higher cabinets once they'd reached the kitchen. Babs went to the fridge and grabbed two boxes of Thai food and the wine bottle before reaching for plates and forks. Everything then went to the kitchen table. It was all completely informal as she just opened boxes and dropped the forks down.
"Terry was kidnapped by the Joker a few weeks back. It took us too long to find him. Talia's been here for three weeks already. I think Terry and Bruce are dancing around this whole father and son thing." Babs poured herself a very liberal glass of wine while she spoke. "It took Clark three weeks to realize that Talia and the Pits were bad news. The Justice League is a mess. I don't want to run it. The Lazarus Pits were here and of course I would start feeling completely useless as soon as they show up. And telling people not to use them is really frustrating when sometimes you think you should just use them yourself."
She paused for a minute, pulling the Robin doll out of her lap and placing it on the table. With the wineglass at her lips she stared over the rim and sighed. "I wouldn't, obviously. But… this place. Sometimes I feel like the chair isn't cutting it."