Re: babs/dami log: in front of the manor
"I don't need to." Barbara always liked how practical he was and while a lot of people would laugh it off or see it as a personality defect, she loved the simplicity of it. Reminded her of writing code, how every single symbol and letter had to be right for it to make sense. "But, learning is fun. And, learning with someone who might be the most important League investment is a good idea." It wasn't just about making a friend, even if that was a big part. It was about understanding why Gwen was so important, what they had planned for her and how to stop it. She couldn't be a spy for the league, her moral code wouldn't allow it, but she could be friends with Gwen. She could try to protect her, if that's what it came down to.
"I'll ask if she'd like to. I think she's already built a whole life for herself, which is pretty impressive if she's been living in a lab before." Babs shrugged. "I think she knows, but she won't tell. She keeps mentioning this friend who used to know Jason. I think she died. Do you know anything about that? Someone from New York? Maybe involved in the League?" Barbara didn't keep up with Jason's personal life. There was usually a good reason for that.
Her thoughts wandered to the conversation she had with Gwen about Damian and Jason, comparing and contrasting them like girls in middle school making lists. Pros and cons. Damian could be awful to people, that's how most knew him. But, how many saw him like this? Feeling the softness of her scarf against his cheek? Was there a side of Jason that only Gwen saw? That she believed in?
Her eyes unfocused as she made a pros and cons in her head whether or not now was a good time to kiss Damian, but luckily the tug of her scarf snapped her back to reality. She smiled automatically, not at the thought of Jason, but of the vigilante in front of her. Once her brain processed the name, Jason the jackass, she shook her head and frowned. "I'm trying to talk to him. I hate to admit it, but it's better to have him on our side again." Barbara followed him inside the manor and took off her jacket once they crossed the threshold.
The jacket was half off her shoulder as she paused, looking at the ground before glancing up to him. "Bruce. I still can't believe he isn't dead. It still hasn't really hit me."