Re: babs/dami log: in front of the manor
"There's got to be more to it. Someone somewhere thinks she's important." Babs shrugged because there were too many variables. They could make guesses all day that started at someone in the League had a crush on Gwen and ended with her being some kind of alien. Anything was possible if cloning was a real thing and Babs was smart enough to know that ruling things out without rhyme or reason would be a mistake at this stage. That didn't make it any less frustrating, of course.
"Well, I think the current Shadow imposter is a lot more handsome." Babs said and matched his smile. She liked when he joked around. It was rare and usually subtle enough that it could come across as a blunt statement. But, she could read his lines of code a lot better than most people could. That was part of his appeal. She went to nod at his promise to tell her about the meeting and instead enjoyed the brush of his knuckles against her cheek. Later she'd think about it too and probably hug a pillow a little too tight to get the feelings out.
Because the thing with Damian was that he sometimes pulled away when things got too nice. It was like putting her hand up for a high five and being left hanging.
"That's what you get for not wearing anything lighter than deep space black." She teased as a way to recover from his abruptness and then followed him into the kitchen, letting herself make a face of young adult frustration while his back was turned. "I'm not sure. It'd have to be something only we can know. Anyone smart enough to be running with the League probably have whole files on us." She said it like it was a badge of honor.