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October 06, 2014:

Dick brings takeout for Babs - and receives an unexpected answer

Clocktower - Gotham City

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Fade In…

A locally famous landmark, the Gotham Clock Tower is located in the Central Business District. Tours haven't run in years, though, since the building was bought out by a group of bird-lovers known as the Nightingale Society. Still, it's a well-known part of the Downtown skyline. From the outside it looks unused, but the clock is clearly maintained as it still runs on time, and now and again people can be seen coming and going. The bottom floor looks mostly disused, with a long hallway ending in a bookshelf full of coffee table books about birds. To either side of the hall are sparsely furnished rooms. The walls show illustrations of local Gotham feathery sorts, and charts on bird migrations. Cabinets store various bits of bird-watching equipment.

The doors to the stairs require a key card to access, probably to deter vandalism. The upper floors are only accessible by a secret elevator. The doorways to access it them the stairs have been bricked over and drywalled. On the living quarters floor, each door requires a keycard and voice recognition, except for the door to the training facility at the end of the hall, which requires palm, optical, and voice recognition. The top floor, however, is the most secure of all.

The pale glow of the four massive translucent clock-faces dominate the four compass points of the lair, casting everything in a warm light by night, and cool light by day. the natural brick walls of the buildings exterior are left visible on one wall while the others are painted a pristine white. The ceilings have recessed and track lighting, and the floors are smooth pale wood. There is a lounge area and even a kitchen, as well as other facilities here. The insulation around the top floor is meant to keep scanners and eavesdropping equipment from being able to image what's inside.

Mainframes and back-up generators line most of the walls in rooms of clear glass kept from overheating with with high-tech coolant systems. In front of one clock face is an enormous computer system laid out on a long, custom desk, lower than average, just the right height for Oracle's wheelchair. There is a command chair for use when needed, which slides on rails along the length of the desk. A huge bank of monitors are arrayed in a horseshoe shape around the desk, with the ability to form one large picture or individual smaller ones.

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It's 3pm and Babs is facing her console, monitoring the goings on in Gotham City. Video feeds fill several windows on the screens that surround her and in various locations, other windows show data streaming through.

As a small dialogue box pops up on one of her screens, a small smile crosses her face. Someone is entering the building using a known set of codes. Tilting her head, she waits…

Seeing as it's mid-afternoon, GCPD Cadet Richard Grayson is wearing his uniform…his daytime one, not his 'after-dark' uniform. He's carrying a bag of takeout even as he uses the known codes to get up to the part of the Clocktower where, at least, there's a kitchenette. He's also counting on Barbara to be there. He's been trying to lure her out and he's doing his best to be patient.

Bringing Delivery may not be the best tactic.

There's a light knock at the door to the monitor room before he reaches in with the bag and gives it a little rustle, "I bring provisions." He then peeks his head in, "I thought you might be hungry…"

Babs is already turning the chair to face the door as Dick reaches in. "Oh really?" she says. Flicking the screens off, she rolls towards the door and snags the bag from his hand. Looking inside she asks "and what did you bring me?"

"Chinese…since I brought Thai last time. I thought I'd shake things up a bit," is offered with a grin as he lets the bag go. Indeed, there's enough in there to easily feed four…perhaps for some leftovers? Dick glances briefly at the monitors, "Doing some secret surveillance?" It's not often that he comes in and the screens are dark. "Am I interrupting?"

"Chinese hey? Let's move to the table so we can eat. I wasn't expecting to eat at this of the day, but it will tide me over till later in the day" Manoeuvering her chair through the door, she glances behind "No, not interrupting, just unexpected that's all" a small smile crosses her lips.

Blue eyes glance at the dark monitors before Dick looks back to Barbara. He's not entirely sure he believes that explanation but he moves to join her at the table. "Well, I know you don't always eat when you should, so I figured you might be hungry. Or, if not, you can always save it for later…"

Babs busies herself unpacking the food from the bag. "Now's fine, as I said it will tide me over till later this evening and I don't think any of us eat when we should." Spreading the containers across the table, she asks "So, what are the choices here?" She grabs a set of chopsticks from the bag, preparing to eat.

"Some Chow Fun, Chicken and vegetables, some beef and broccoli, and wonton soup. Also, some Crab rangoon and spring rolls." See? Enough for four. Or almost four. "I think there are some fortune cookies in there too." He peers into the bag to make sure that they're in there. "Everything going all right? No more attacks on the Tower? No more Batman-tests?"

Snagging the wonton soup, Babs wheels to grab a spoon out of the drawers and returns. A slight smile appears on her face as she considers her answer "No, no attacks" and the word is deliberately stated "on the Tower and no more Batman-tests. I have series of tests and upgrades I want to consider though. What about yourself" and she gestures with the spoon to his uniform.

Dick Grayson looks down at himself as the uniform is gestured to, "Well, we're nearing the end of training and then there's a test before I get any sort of Rookie badge. Then I guess I get assigned to chase speeding cars or ticket Jaywalkers. That, or I get to be one of the cops with the construction vehicles. I mean, I doubt they send the Rookies out on actual patrol." He grabs a rangoon, "I don't plan on giving up my night-job though."

Babs quirks an eyebrow at that response "That would indicate that you are considering it though?" She waves the question off "None of my business really so you don't need to answer." Finishing the soup, Babs considers the remaining dishes and selects the Chicken and Vegetables. "Do you want me to save you some of this, Dick?"

"What? Considering what? Giving up Nightwing? Not a chance." Dick gives a grin and gestures that she should eat the chicken and vegetables. "It's far too much fun…and I doubt I'd be able to do a quarter of the stuff in the force. Probably not even a tenth." He reaches for some of the Chow Fun, "Why, is that what's being whispering about?"

"No, no, nothing of the sort. It was an observation on the phrasing you used. That's all" Babs eyes sparkle as she realises the implications her question had. Continuing to the eat the chicken, she sits quietly and seems to be considering a number of things. Raising herself from the reverie, she looks at Dick and smiles "sorry, got lost there for a bit lots on my mind. I'm sure you can understand. Was lunch the only thing that bought you here today?"

"I was just staving off the question…it's one that more than a few people have asked," Dick points out even as he digs into the carton for a noodle or three. As she falls silent, he looks over at her and watches her for a moment. Her question snaps him out of his own daydreaming, "Huh? Oh. I just…thought you might be hungry." He did already say that. "I guess it's been a while since we hung out."

"I know that's what you said, I just wondered that's all, it has been a while since we hung out and it's not often I get social visits here." Babs shrugs and puts the chicken container down. "I'm full. I couldn't eat another thing. Thank you for bringing it and thinking of me."

"I think of you a lot…" is started before Dick reaches for an egg roll and quickly adds, "I mea, you need to get out of the Tower. I know Gotham isn't the best place, but…you can't get stuck in here and not see any daylight. You'll…turn into a vampire or something." That's what he meant to say. Really.

The green eyes snap to Dicks face "A lot?" she asks carefully. "I do get out, perhaps not as much as you'ld like, but I'm not going to turn into a Vampire, or something, anytime soon." Babs leans back into her chair and crosses her arms, watching, assessing…

Dick Grayson seems very interested in the egg roll and finding the duck sauce for it. "You do? Good. Because whenever I see you, you're in here…and whenever I call you, you're in here. I just don't…" He gives a sigh before looking up, "It's really nice out now. The leaves are beginning to turn, it's not too hot…and it's not quite dark early. It's something everyone should enjoy…" even if they're stuck in Gotham.

Smirking Babs considers him for a little bit longer. Finally, "Is it really? I'll have to see about getting out and about some more than." The tone is lightly teasing, and those greens eyes are glinting.

"Well, if you're ever interested in taking a walk in the park or something like that, I'm happy to keep you company." Yep, time to shove an eggroll into his mouth before he puts more of his foot into it. "Unless you'd rather not. I mean, you're right…I haven't been by enough…I don't know if your boyfriend would object."

Relaxing back in her chair, Babs considers Dicks suggestion and then non-suggestion "Whether my" and slight pause to underscore the point "boyfriend" pause "objects or not would not matter. It would be my decision to make…" Her eyes are laughing, Babs is careful to only infer she has boyfriend. "I might like that Dick, your company every now and then, in settings other than here."

"Really?" That seems to take him by surprise. Chopsticks are paused over a carton, "Anywhere you want to go. You know, you'd be amazing at Aerial Arts…you're so strong and it'd be flying again. If you want. Or…just walking in the park or catching a movie or…even getting ice cream. I know you need to be here to monitor, but…" he pauses, "I'm just spewing words now, aren't I?"

The corners of Babs mouth turn up into a little smile as Dick runs on. Nodding, laughing, she respond "Yep, word vomit in the extreme. I have been known to get coffee every now and then and a walk around the park sounds nice."

Dick Grayson nods, "Coffee and a walk it is," and he takes another bite of the food. "Just let me know when. This time in the afternoon seems to be good…between the Academy and the Night Job. If it's good for you." He can forgo his afternoon nap for this. "If you want…"

"I'll do that Dick, I just have to arrange … things…" Babs stops for a fraction of a second and looks to the monitoring room "Are you nearly done eating? Not that I want to hurry you, but I do have work that needs overseeing."

"Arrange?" His brows lift at that, "You mean…here? Or with…other people?" At the mention of her having to get work done, he sets the chopsticks down. "Of course. If you need anything…let me know. I'll be on patrol tonight too." He begins putting the leftovers away for later…it's the least he could do since he brought the mess.

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