Coffee Angel and the Punisher's Gordon
Roleplaying Log: Coffee Angel and the Punisher's Gordon
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Barbara visits Dick at the precinct with a gift of coffee and some information about their ongoing investigation of the Hellraisers.

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IC Date: January 04, 2019
IC Location: NYC - 1st Precinct
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Posted On: 05 Jan 2019 08:44
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There's some classics that you just can't let go — like a redhead bearing coffee sitting on the hood of your car. That's where Dick Grayson finds ex-girlfriend extraordinaire Barbara Gordon, waiting for him outside the precinct in warm winter clothes, a bright yellow scarf tied up around her throat and motocross jacket zipped up to her chin. It isn't all that cold the last few days, letting in cold rain instead of snow, but there's this scent of cold snap in the air.

She's talking to a beat cop in the easy manner that Babs has possessed despite all the stereotypes of the shy nerd. She's always had an easy time talking to law enforcement — once you earn calling Harvey Bullock Uncle Harvey, talking every other cop architype is a walk in the park.

The two are laughing when Dick comes into sight, and Barbara dimples for him with a sly wink before she glances back to the officer. "Thanks, Officer Reynolds. Have a great patrol." The officer touches his hat, grins toward Dick, and then heads off to his patrol car, leaving Babs smiling at Dick. "Hey there, stranger."

* * *

Dick's nod to the weather is also a bit of a detective classic in the shape of the prototypical tan overcoat, worn over his usual jacket and tie, although he's long since learned to dial back a little on the style O-Meter. Wayne habits die hard, but no one wants to stick out like too much of a prettyboy on a team of hardened New York cops. He's just pulling up the collar of the coat a little, as he walks across the parking lot, before he spots a very hard-to-miss figure perched on his ride.

The red /always/ stands out.

"Hey," he calls, nodding as he walks toward the car. "You moving in on my territory now? Converting the locals? Planning to grab my CO as a godparent, maybe?" Dick wonders, grinning back at her. "You could have come in, you know, instead of waiting out here in the…" He waves a hand. "Gray and dreary. Plus I think it'd have been the high point of most of their days." Probably his too, but let's ignore that in favor of her general popularity around the precinct. "So to what do I owe the thrilling surprise?"

* * *

"Oh, cm'on, Dick… don't go abusing my insta-celebrity in the law enforcement circles." Barbara teases him with the same old ease she always has. She slides off the hood of his car, landing easily on the soles of her motocross boots. She steps forward, handing him off a cup of still steaming hot coffee, and her smile does not relent — even if, as Dick would notice because he's stupid observant and one of her oldest friends, there's a little tension in the corners. It hasn't been a great start to 2019.

"You want to still take me inside?" Her smile turns sly, and then she shakes her head with a laugh. She gestures slightly, inviting him to join her as she leans against his car. "I actually came to talk shop, but… before we get into that. I also thought you should get a head's up…"

She takes a breath, brows arching slightly. "Kory wants us to do a double-date." Apparently Babs is all about getting the social discomforts out of the way… and then she can drop the whole Punisher Wants To Talk To You bomb on him next.

* * *

"Ooh, that looks great. How'd you know?" Probably because they always bring each other coffee! Dick reaches out to grab the cup, wrapping both hands around it just so he can leech off some warmth from the drink as they stand there. Possibly it's the standing there that encourages him to glance back toward the precinct when she mentions going in. "Well, I think it's kind of miserable out here, so if this is more than a hit-and-run by the coffee angel, we should pick somewhere we won't accumulate a layer of slush. I've got a /very/ tiny office, if you'll allow me to show that off," he boasts in a rather amused fashion. Oddly, its one of those things he likes most about his 'normal' job. That he really doesn't get a lot of Wayne privileges. "Or at least let's get in the car so I can put on the heater."

Whatever she decides, it'll keep as the momentary shock of the first of her announcements catches him. "Erm, she does? Wait, when did you even get to see her? I'd wanted to introduce you two but-" Yeah, gang of skull mask dudes and Dinah getting stabbed. What else is new? Beyond the initial shock he looks like he's not sure what to think of it. "Uh, I guess- I mean if you'd want to go?" This is called the 'making it not his decision' game. "Or uh, do you think John would enjoy that? He seemed a little…" Dick decides the better decision is not filling in that blank, leaving it to the imagination. "I guess it's totally the kind of thing Kory would suggest."

However, despite the awkwardness of /that/, it doesn't really seem like all that serious a problem. Which does leave him wondering, "I figure you didn't come down just to talk about that? If it's gonna be a little, let's head in. More comfortable than sitting out in the car, anyway."

* * *

At first, she doesn't seem all that keen on heading inside, but then… well, she's getting a sense that this conversation is definitely more than just a hit-and-run of the coffee angel. She pushes up off the car, breathing out a soft exhale before her smile edges back on, a little less full. "Yeah, let's go inside." She's trusting that Dick's made sure his office isn't bugged or anything, so that helps.

As she walks alongside him, she tries to find the best answers to Dick's questions. "I came by the Mall. I had some information for you on some warrant the NYPD had out on some guy whose been squatting in Gotham, but I ran into Kory instead." She shrugs her shoulders a bit, cradling her own coffee. "I thought, um… I should kinda cut her off at the pass, and let you know… in case you weren't sure it was a good idea." Her head tilts slightly with a small smile. "And I think the word you're looking for is 'unconventional.'" Which probably wasn't the word he was looking for, but it describes John alright.

"And no… I have something else, but that can wait until we're inside."

* * *

Well, with their mind made up, Dick thumbs back over his shoulder. "Alright then follow me if you would, Miss Gordon. And try not to let your celebrity get to your head." There's a bit of a cheeky smile there, as he pivots back around to lead the way inside. While things are a bit quieter in the later part of the day, there's really no such thing as off hours for the police in the city that never sleeps, with later shifts arriving to replace the earlier ones, or those few sad officers stuck doing paperwork for cases they handled earlier in the day.

"What's the matter Dick, you get lost on the way to your- woah hello!" That charming greeting comes from a heavyset man in a uniform behind a large desk as they enter, who now quickly scrambles to make himself a little more presentable. Its not immediately clear if this is due to her being the Young Gordon or… just being a pretty redhead. Even odds.

"Cool it, Mahoney. This is Barbara Gordon. Y'know, Jim Gordon's kid."

"Oh!" He fidgets. "Oh right, you used to live in Gotham yeah? Hah, what a shithole. Erm, pardon my french, Miss. I'm sure your pa does the best he can with all that, but I don't envy him the job."

There's probably a fair bit of that, most of it a little more dignified and polite. Cops are the same just about anywhere, after all, and Barbara fits in just fine. "I don't think there's anything wrong with the idea, I guess. Woulda kinda worked out like that if we'd gotten to spend some time together at the gala, right?" He laughs, and admits, "I'm not quite sure even what to imagine, but I figure Kory is just excited to meet him and get to know you better."

The less-serious topic serves as a distraction until they can reach his office. As promised, it's pretty small. Unsurprisingly, he's quickly filled the space, with the requisite 'conspiracy corkboard' and no shortage of files in different binders, folders and cabinets. There's a computer on the desk - she's probably familiar with his IP already, as 'normal' cop or no, he's still not shy to pull in bat resources when he's crunching data. "Well… tada?"

* * *

Your dad does his best, don't envy his job. Barbara Gordon has heard that a lot. In fact, if she had a nickel, she'd probably be as rich as Bruce Wayne. She does smile brightly all the same at Mahoney, and she offers out her hand to him with that easy-going demeanor. "Hi, nice to meet you." Then she tilts her head, nose wrinkling with amusement. "Yeah, he does what he can."

Then she falls back in with Grayson, striding along with a casual confidence. She knows how to walk around a police station, and does pretty well as she navigates with Dick through the bullpen. "I'm glad you two have kind of… rekindled." She sounds quite genuine in that. It is hard to not like Kory. Really hard, and Babs isn't the envious ex-girlfriend type. Though, Kory — and Zatanna, if she had to be honest — does bring out that feeling of inadequate ordinary. No magic, no alien origins. Just Babs Gordon.

"It will be fun," she reassures Dick. "I told her that maybe we should do something a bit outside the normal, um… how did she put it? Earth Courtship Traditions…" Then she tilts her head. "And no, I don't know what that means either."

When they get to the small office, Babs peeks inside before she enters. It makes her smile a bit, seeing Dick in a whole different element. She leans into the doorjam for a moment, just admiring it. Then she tilts her head toward him, and that smile softens. He goes tada, and she replies warmly, "Dick, I'm really proud of you."

* * *

"Yeah, it's been good," Dick offers. "Nothing I had imagined happening, but with what was going on with the team, I don't know. It was hard to be there to support them and uh, not kind of fall back into the old dynamic." It's not the most romantic description of things, but it's honest. Then something about how Barbara recalls her and Kory's bit of date planning causes his eyes to widen with mild alarm. "Yeah uhhhh… it might be best if /you/ were in charge of the activities. Doing something fun and different is fine, but if you leave it to Kory to spice things up for us Earth-squares, we'll probably end up spending the night in a gladiatorial pit or racing space-bugs." It sounds suspiciously like he speaks from experience.

"But uh, no reason to worry, we'll think of something," he offers on a more positive note, offering an easy smile. "Or I can ask her for some ideas and then maybe veto the really insane ones. We'll figure something out."

Heading into the office, Dick quickly reaches to grab a whole mighty stack of stuff off the chair on the front side of his desk, which is clearly never used for anything remotely like sitting. For Barbara, he'll make an exception. "Yeah?" he echoes back with a bit of a (ok, a big ole) grin, and then quickly gestures for her to sit. "Here, please. So yeah, this is it. Feel free to poke around, if there's anything that sparks your fancy. Plenty of these are just normal cases but I've got a few bigger ones I'm working with the taskforce."

* * *

Fall back into old dynamics, huh, Grayson? Barbara smiles a bit ruefully, but there's also a trace of understanding there. She gets it. The surprised, eye-widening look of absolute terror at Kory planning the date has Barbara grimacing. Then she sighs, pushes off the doorjam and gently shuts the door. It gives them privacy, so she can note, "Did we ever really date, Dick? I mean… I'm pretty sure every single one of our nights was booked." She's not being purposeful forgetful. She actually remembers. There were dates, but to suggest that Babs knows how to plan a typical date is a bit of a farfetch. "Can't we just… go on patrol together?" Ugh.

She watches him clear the chair, and waits several moments to look around his office before she takes a seat in it. "You really should be proud of yourself, too, Dick. I mean… really." Then she cradles the cup in her hands, leaning her elbows into her knees as she looks around his ol' corkboard of cases. Some catch her eye, but otherwise, she lets Dick's cases be Dick's cases. She might snoop around… later.

"Kory, and John, and awkward double-dating aside… I do actually have a kinda-sorta case for you, Detective." She gestures a bit offhandedly. "I have someone who has some info on the Hellraisers, and the Ball… and he wants to work with you on some follow-up intel. I thought I'd give you a head's up."

* * *

"And I know," Dick keeps going, maybe even reading a little in her expression, "that could sound pretty bad? I don't mean that it isn't something we both don't seem to want, it's just… that's kind of how it felt. Familiar, I guess?" It's something of a rare thing that they can talk to each other so honestly about a topic as potentially pitfall-laden as this one without it being woefully uncomfortable. "Even if I don't really fit in the same with the whole team any more, it's different with the two of us." Of course he could really say the same thing about Barbara, with any time the two of them decide to suit-up and take to the rooftops. Then, with a laugh, he shakes his head. "Unless you count a night of vigorous athletic activity… that ends with a stranger in handcuffs as a date?" He flashes a big old grin.

"You're right though," he decides, after spending a moment to do mental inventory looking for anything that could be considered proper courtship. "There weren't a whole lot. I guess it's because we were almost always together precisely because we were training, doing whatever kinds of tests or missions for Bruce. And if I ever got to take you somewhere fancy it was because he didn't want to go." For whatever reason, this realization causes him a bit of a sigh and a shake of his head, expression turning apologetic. "I probably owe you a little better, I guess. Coulda focused on us more."

Workaholism is the defining flaw of their kind, so there's no real revelation in any of this, other than the fact he might be reflecting on it a little more. "You could suggest a patrol," he finally agrees, letting the present-day and non retrospective date talk perk things back up. "I'm sure Kory wouldn't mind the idea." And with that, there's no further excuses left: "So what'd you have for me - or that's weighing you down?"

* * *

"And I know," Dick keeps going, maybe even reading a little in her expression, "that could sound pretty bad? I don't mean that it isn't something we both don't seem to want, it's just… that's kind of how it felt. Familiar, I guess?" It's something of a rare thing that they can talk to each other so honestly about a topic as potentially pitfall-laden as this one without it being woefully uncomfortable. "Even if I don't really fit in the same with the whole team any more, it's different with the two of us." Of course he could really say the same thing about Barbara, with any time the two of them decide to suit-up and take to the rooftops. Then, with a laugh, he shakes his head. "Unless you count a night of vigorous athletic activity… that ends with a stranger in handcuffs as a date?" He flashes a big old grin.

"You're right though," he decides, after spending a moment to do mental inventory looking for anything that could be considered proper courtship. "There weren't a whole lot. I guess it's because we were almost always together precisely because we were training, doing whatever kinds of tests or missions for Bruce. And if I ever got to take you somewhere fancy it was because he didn't want to go." For whatever reason, this realization causes him a bit of a sigh and a shake of his head, expression turning apologetic. "I probably owe you a little better, I guess. Coulda focused on us more."

Workaholism is the defining flaw of their kind, so there's no real revelation in any of this, other than the fact he might be reflecting on it a little more. "You could suggest a patrol," he finally agrees, letting the present-day and non retrospective date talk perk things back up. "I'm sure Kory wouldn't mind the idea." As long as they find someone durable. But then there's not much keeping them from the meat of it, and the way Barbara prefaces her statement, Dick already gets a bit of a sinking feeling. "Somehow, given the topic and the fact you brought me a coffee bribe to deliver the news, I'm guessing it's not someone from my normal list of working associates?" That guess probably already has a name, but lets her say it.

* * *

"As long as you're self-aware of what that sounded like." Then Barbara sighs out a breath, but it isn't a wearied one. It is just a simple exhale. "But, yeah. I get the whole… falling back into the familiar. Particularly when you need it." Then she glances up to Dick at his response to the next bit, and — because we all know Dick was angling for it — she blushes slightly at the first part, only to hit him with a glaring look at the second. "I wasn't, but sometimes I think that was our frequent flyer."

The apology that settles into Dick's expression has her shaking her head, both hands lifting gently. "No, don't do that… it's okay. You know?" He knows, right? He knows it's okay, that there's no hard feelings. "We were happy, we had a lot of fun, and I wouldn't trade those memories for anything." She offers him a genuine, if not a bit softened smile.

Then she breathes out a slow exhale, sinking into the chair a bit more with her fingertips drumming lightly on the lid of the coffee cup. "It's the Punisher." She looks up at him. "He interrogated a Hellraiser on New Years Eve… the guy turned himself in the same night, so he should be in your system somewhere." Not that Babs knows his name. "But, Frank says that the Hellraiser is adamant that they weren't behind the attack on Jennings' Ball. They've been working with Jennings, they had some kind of agreement." Sounds like home, doesn't it, Dick?

* * *

"It's OK. I don't- it was all amazing, and I wouldn't take any of it back… but maybe there's things I would /add/, y'know? More I could have done. No, I know I should have. It's a thing. I work. We both know this." Dick isn't being overly sentimental or morose about the end of some long-ago relationship, so much as reflecting, doing a little of that bat-nalysis. "And I get distracted by stuff like this," he points out, waving around the room. It is impressively crowded, and those files, graphs of evidence, all of it- it has to represent a lot of manhours, time spent alone in this room, not out riding space-bugs or whatever it would be. "So I gotta try a little harder, this time around."

Maybe she can credit his introspective mood for not being too visibly upset by the answer that, well, it seemed pretty much like he knew it was coming. "I'm glad he got something out of one of them," is actually how Dick dives into that Punisher related news. "I was stuck running interference when the police finally showed up, and it ended up absolutely crawling with officers. They let me help, but at that point there wasn't a lot I could do- with a mass incident like that, the weird stuff, special agencies got called in, all kinds of red tape."

Which all leaves Frank's lead looking very appealing. "I'll see if I can find the guy, although I heard the ones that got rounded up en masse all lawyered fast. Maybe that's Jennings too?" Somehow that part doesn't surprise him, out of all of it. "Kory said there was something off about the guy, when she was taking him out. And she tends to be a good read on people, at least as raw instincts and emotions and all of that are concerned. Said he seemed guilty."

* * *

"Kory's going to be worth it," Barbara says genuinely. Dick taking care to think about the love he has for the alien princess, and the dedication he has to make it different? Babs can get behind that, and help support her friend in his venture for something worthwhile. It is, as she has reflected over the course of 2018, a hard thing to master — a vigilante in love.

Despite the awkward start to their social conversation, if it helps smooth the way for the more serious shop talk, she accepts it. She sits forward a bit, both hands sliding around her cup now. She holds those paler blue eyes steady with hers, nodding slightly at his reflection on how that night ended. "John got me out of there… there was no way I was going to get out of there through the police without someone reporting back to Dad." And all Jim Gordon needed to hear was that Barbara had been in a brawl in the kitchen and almost got garroted with kitchen twine. He probably would have blamed Dick, and that wouldn't have boded well.

She bites at her inner cheek thoughtfully, head dropped a bit. It's thoughtful. "Yeah, Kory said the same thing to me. That he was… guilty about something. Maybe it was something about the deal." She looks aside a bit, taking in the corkboard without really focusing on its details.

"Finding out about the Hellraisers who got arrested at the Ball is a great next step, but I think Frank is going to try to corroborate the intel he got from the Hellraiser he interrogated." She is looking back at him now. "He knows you're a cop here in NYC, knows we have a history… I didn't tell him anything about how you're Nightwing's best friend." Which is some backwards way of saying I didn't tell him you're Nightwing. "You're a resource for him… you know… the way Dad is for Batman."

Her brows lift hopefully. "He's got a good compass, Dick. And he's trying to do this a different way. He got his info, got the guy to turn himself in… he wants to figure this out, because those Hellraisers are tearing up Lower Manhattan. And beyond."

That weight returns to her shoulders, and her mouth tightens a moment. "John and I tried to stop some of them in Harlem after I was following a lead… we got there too late. Barely pulled out two kids off the basketball court. It was bad, Dick. This is bad."

* * *

There is something about how she phrases that, electing Dick as the Punisher's Jim Gordon. He in fact puts a hand on his face and rubs it a little. "Really Babs? We're not taking this whole 'I'm turning into your dad' thing a little fast here, are we?" It's mostly in good humor, other than that bit of woe is me that tends to come naturally to twenty-somethings going on thirty when /anything/ reminds them they're getting old. Still, it's not really resistance to the idea so much as coming to be unfortunately resigned to the fact.

"Ok, ok. I could see making that work." There's not as much resistance as she might expect. "Except he has to know- right, exactly. I'm not going to start feeding him hitlists. If he's working on my intel, there has to be some good-faith effort to take them down the right way." It's calmly said, but firm. "If he's trying that now- then I think we can make it work. You still helping him?" This isn't accusatory, either, given what he's already agreeing to, just a factual inquiry. "A partner with a compass might help. I have a feeling he's not exactly going to take lectures from some hot-shot young NYPD Detective, after all."

As he speaks, he leans back on his desk, palms flat on the surface, thinking. And where Barbara shows a little more emotion regarding their ongoing atrocities, he seems- well, like a cop. Used to it in a way, and focused on the solution. "Other than tracking down Frank's guy, I want to start working on the Councilman. If this is Gotham rules, well, then fine. We've never been afraid of sticking our noses in some politician's dirty laundry. Whether he's protecting them or just an in to something bigger, we're gonna have to deal with him."

* * *

"Hey, I like my dad," Barbara quips back with just a hint of defensiveness. "And you like my dad, too, so let's see my manipulative ways as complimentary." She smiles a bit reproachfully. She gets it. That was a kind of a really poorly executed move.

When Dick actually edges into accepting the idea of working with Frank, Barbara looks up with a sharp raise of her brows. "… really? I had like at least a dozen more points, and some desperate pleas, and some bribing. But, if you're just going to give in like that… Jeeze, Grayson."

The teasing helps relax her a bit, though she's still feeling a bit of darkness from that night lingering. She's just glad her bruised knuckles are glaring anymore. No need for Dick to ask about that, and for her to admit losing her cool in the Narrows. "Hey… he's taken lectures from redhead vigilantes ziptied to a pipe. So… I've at least softened the target for you."

Then she looks down at her cup, expression thoughtful. "Alright…" She hesitates. "Well, just to add another contact to your list… I'd talk to Matt Murdock. He's a lawyer type in Hell's Kitchen. He was at the Ball, too. He'd be good to talk to… he helped with the Fisk takedown in the Fall."

* * *

"I'll accept the bribes retroactively?" Dick offers, cheeky grin included. Falling back into seriousness, his defense for his lack of stubborn bat resistance is fairly straightforward: "When I came and got you by the docks, I had a couple thoughts about all of this. I'm sure Bruce did too. But really, the options pretty much boiled down to two:" And he raises his hands to indicate the two items on the metaphorical scales. "Trust that you'd elevate him to your level, or bring the guy in ourselves." A quick smile, and one hand drops like a rock. "How do I /not/ trust to at least give you a shot?"

"And lo and behold, you open the conversation by proving just that. So… as long as he's making an effort? That'll do for now." And here, Dick even sends one of those currently gesture-happy hands waving toward the door. "There's plenty of people here with bad shoots on their records, or at least ones they regret. And we've made a life out of flaunting the law in other ways. Yet ultimately we're all looking for the same outcomes, right?" Bruce can be unbending, but Dick's obviously got a little more wiggle room, at least when the cause is an optimistic one.

The bit about the pipe just gets a raised eyebrow, but Dick moves past it, and nods. "I guess that might be a good option on the political side of things, although isn't an defense attorney?" The name isn't unfamiliar around the courthouses. "Don't usually see them working /with/ the cops."

* * *

"Too late. They've already expired." Barbara quirks a smile for Dick before she resumes their serious shop talk. She looks up after Dick mentions the docks, and her expression holds a naked guilt at that. She will never quite let go of her decision-making that night. Being neither Barbara nor Batgirl — it was a bad call. No wonder Owen Mercer got in her face over it. "I don't know if he will ever be at my level, Dick… but he's going to always try. I guess that's enough." For now.

She nods slightly at Dick's rationalization. We're all looking for the same outcomes. That's a good way to put it. She takes another sip from her coffee, happy to find it is still mostly warm. She curls her hands a bit tighter around it, wringing the smooth paper. When she catches the arched look — question or not — about the pipe, she shrugs. "It was a rough start to our friendship," she admits quietly.

The talk of Matt has her smiling a bit ruefully. "Yeah, but you're Dick Grayson. Just be charming and you'll do fine." Then she laughs, ducking her head slightly with a small, rueful shake. "But, seriously… he's a defense attorney, but he appears to defend the right people. Talk to him… I think he will surprise you." Or he better, or he's getting another milkshake to the face.

* * *

"Trying counts for a lot." It may seem like a trite statement, but Dick seems pretty firmly set on it. "It means he gets the difference, that he's thinking about the options and that he's out there for something other than a bodycount." There's a brief, quiet moment where he seems to mull on saying something or not. "Its weird to bring her up again but… well, you'd never believe it, let alone guess it from meeting her now, but Kory was kind of like that once. Short story… well, if you think Gotham is bad, or New York, basically we puny Earthlings are still amateurs when it comes to the wider universe out there, and she's seen a lot of it."

"Anyway. Sounds like you're figuring it out with him. I'm not gonna fuss, and if he can learn to work with us, all the better." Here Dick takes a moment to humorously pop the collar of the coat he's still not had the presence of mind to take off, to give himself a bit more of a commissioner-y vibe, perhaps. 'How do I look? Do I get the part?' says the cheesy smile. "At least he's not going to pull that vanishing crap with me like we do with your dad. Man, someday… I'm going to owe him a lot of drinks for that. It's rude and we should feel worse about it." Batsorrynotsorry?

"If you say talk to him, I'll talk to him," Dick agrees on the last, not arguing the point if only because he probably doesn't put much to it. Random lawyer, no big deal right? "Anyway, guess you've had the magnificent tour and everything now. Want a ride back?"

* * *

Sure does, Barbara more or less thinks to herself. The agreement flickers across her features. Then she takes another sip of her coffee, pausing though when Dick almost-apologizes for bringing up Kory. She smiles, head dipped slightly. Then she shrugs her shoulders in a silent don't worry about it. The mention of the larger galaxy, the worlds beyond, and she puffs out a breath. "Tell me about it…" Because John's definitely changing her worldview.

When Dick tries to pull off a dark-haired Commissioner look, Barbara is laughing brightly at that, dimples and all. She's dipping her head, shaking it with amusement. But, then she looks up a bit in surprise at the idea of Dick taking her dad out for drinks… because he feels bad for the infamous Bat-Vanish. "I think Dad's gotten used to it… and he's only kinda complained. Maybe just send him a nice gift basket or something." She smiles gently.

Then she starts to stand, stepping up close to Dick to peck a kiss to his cheek. "Next time, I promise to just be the coffee angel. But, if I don't get a chance to say it… you're the best, hon." She gives his collar one last tug to fully pop. "I should get going. I have to drop off my paperwork with Pepper Potts at Stark Industries." Beat. "And maybe we should get some dinner tonight, and I can tell you about my new job…?" Because someone besides John should hear the news that Babs is Stark's newest AI Programmer.

* * *

"A gift basket! Hah. Yeah, that'd be perfect." And not at all a bit more rubbing it in, right? Dick grins, and it seems that a plan is in motion. Maybe the baskets will appear just as mysteriously as the crimefighters vanish.

The kiss leaves him with a smile, as does the promise of further visits. "Hey, whatever reason you have to come down here and bother me, I'll take it. I'm not picky, when it comes to getting some relief from the goon squad out there." Of course even that reference to his squad is itself full of another kind of affection, the tone all-too familiar to the Policeman's daughter. There's that special camaraderie, and the fact that Dick feels it, well, it means he's not just pretending when it comes to working here.

At that point, he'll push from the desk as they start their way back out, waving various re-goodnights to familiar faces they pass on the way. "Drop off your paperwork at-" It takes a moment, but the second part nails it down pretty clearly. "You're working for Stark?" Dick whistles. He grew up around Wayne Industries, and he's still impressed. "Wow. Sure. Alright. Let's plan for dinner afterwards, he's up in midtown, right? Maybe Japanese? I know a place that does katsu to die for…"

Soon they're headed back out, with hardly a care for the grim weather.

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