10237/It's not delivery... it's left overs

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It's not delivery... it's left overs
Date of Scene: 28 November 2019
Location: Barbara Gordon's Apartment, Clocktower
Synopsis: Babs drops a bombshell on Charlie over dinner. Disney+ is still only $7.99 for unlimited access ...
Cast of Characters: Oracle, Misfit




Oracle has posed:
Night before Thanksgiving is kind of boring compared to the following days buffet. Babs had some leftovers heating in the microwave and Disney+ streaming on the hundred inch television mounted on the far wall of the Clocktower. "Charlie, you hungry? I've got Chicken hobinara.." Calling up around the edge of the loft towards the room situated on the second floor beyond the Oracle Array.

Pouring out two glasses of juice, she puts plates on a tray and starts over towards the kitchen.

Misfit has posed:
Charlie is situated at one of the work benches. She is carefully removing a lens from her goggles having come home from the demon funeral home fight with a shotgun pellet embedded in the lens. Her cowl is also by her goggles on the table and she she plans to do some minor repairs there with it as well. Also clean the blood out.

She looks up blinking and then asks "What is chicken hobinara Barbara?" she hasn't had this one yet. "I am hungry though..." pushing her chair back.

Oracle has posed:
"I don't know if I said it right." Babs admits, setting a plate down infront of Charlie, a glass of juice beside it, "But it has chicken in it and Alfred made it, so it's bound to taste like magic." Her own is taken to the other side of the small table where she drops in her seat and pulls her hair back out of her face.

"So... listen. I wanted to ask you something." Sipping juice, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, and absently picking at the food wofting delightfully on her plate. "I want to take you to meet my dad... and maybe uh.. if you want any ways.. start filling paper work to..." Motioning around the apartment with her fork.

"Officially .. family."

Misfit has posed:
Well even if Babs had said it right, Charlie still probably hasn't had it.

"True.. his food does seem like magic.... I saw a lot of magic this week though..." she plops herself down in a chair and looks it all over. She carefully stabs the chicken on her plate with her fork then snags a knife to start cutting it up. "Sure I mean I should meet the scary chief of police guy who raised Batgirl." she pauses "Does he know you are batgirl?" missing for a moment the other bit.

Only a moment. "What do you mean....?" she was about to take a bite, not now though. She blinks and looks unsure.

Oracle has posed:
Babs laughs at the question and shakes her head, "Somehow, no he does not... or if he does, he's not saying." She gives her Dad a lot of credit, he's a very good detective, but she was very good at keeping her identity safe. There was one time where... actually, it's hardly worth mentioning.

Sipping her drink, Babs takes a bite of the chicken and savours it, chewing and swalling before she finally speaks up. "I would like to adopt you, Charlie.." Glancing down, plugging at the chicken with the end of her fork. "But I wont do that if you don't want me to. It's your life, I just... you're a good kid and I've grown really fond of you and I like having you here. So if that's something you'd like, we can do that... officially I mean."

Misfit has posed:
"How could he not possibly know you are Batgirl or Oracle..." she waves around with her empty fork at the computers and display cases "Does he never come to visit you?"

She just blinks stopping dead again. She .. .well ADHD a bit sometimes but the whole Adopt Word gets through to her.

"What." is all she manages to respond there at first blinking some more.

"I .. what.. I mean... I am... and I mean... " she just blinks. "Really?" a bit stupified.

Oracle has posed:
"Hah... yeah, he does, and I've wondered that.. he probably just humors me." Babs admits with a shrug, trying not to look up just incase Charlie desides to blink out having heard the A word.

When the serious of half sentences and kind of questions fill the emptiness, she does glance up though.. Green eyes looking at the young girl over the red frame of her glasses, "Really. If you want. I would like to. I know I'll never be your mom, and I'm not trying to be, but I can ... and would like to be .. a mom.. for you. Anyways."

Clearing her throat, "I get it if it's not something you'd want."

Misfit has posed:
There are a whole lot of blinking there. Not a lot of bouncing teleporting though. So that is a good sign right. She doesn't just panic and vanish.

"And.. you want to do that for me.. I mean... I know." she nods about the mom talk, and her mom, that is a really sad reminder there as she gets thoughtful and cautiously answers that part.

"I..." she looks around the room and then back to you. "If you.. would really want... I mean .. me.. I .. " she nods slowly and then blinks ".. yes?"

Oracle has posed:
"I would want... for you." Babs says with a small grin, sliding out of her chair to cross around the table to give Charlie a hug. She's not a touchie feely person, usually, but it seems like a hugging moment.

And she's not a monster.

"There's paper work we'll have to sign, but I think my dad can get most of it expediated." There's benefits to being the Commissioners daughter and not just getting out of speeding tickets.

Misfit has posed:
She just looks unsure and then she is hugged, this is also unusual because well really Babs is not a touchy sort. She is surprised but then she returns the hug moving to lean into it there.

"I don't even know what to say or do..." she leans into the hug and just closes her eyes. "this is much."

Oracle has posed:
Babs lays her hand against the back of charlie's head, lightly rubbing her hair, "It's okay. I'm in a position where I can.. and you've grown on me, Charlie." She says, stroking the teenagers hair once more and slowly pulling away with a palm on her cheek for a half second. When it too falls down to her side, she cross back to her seat and drops down into it, adjusting her glasses in the process.

"So.. thanksgiving at Bruce's tomorrow..." Not a subject change, she's not uncomfortable at all, but.. "You're family now."

Misfit has posed:
"... I feel like I should make a joke about growing on you .. but I can't even think of one.. I .. yeah I have no idea what to say at all..."

She looks at her empty fork still in her hand for all that hugging, and she even managed to not stab anyone with a fork. She starts to eat. "Awesome... I imagine Alfred does a really mean thanksgiving..... like mind blowing.." and yeah the orphan from the slums has no real idea despite living here probably.

Oracle has posed:
"It's pretty spectacular.. Dad usually does turkey sandwiches or take out." Babs laughs quietly, shaking her head at Charlie's still being dumbfounded by her offer. "You don't have to do anything, babe. But I'll give you a mulligan on the joke.. at leas three hours." Winking at the younger girl.

Mmm thanksgiving ala Alfred, "You have no idea... just wait until you try the dressing."

Misfit has posed:
"I think I am pretty pared...." she says all cocky.

She isn't at all prepared. Not at all.

"Are we going to bring your dad leftovers from the Wayne's?"

Oracle has posed:
"Yeah." Babs smirks at the 'pared comment.

She isn't pared. No paring.

"I try to, but he usually stays at the Precinct for the holidays. Has since I was a kid.. says it's the busiest time of the year."

Which probably use to be a sore point, but is clearly just par for the course now.

Misfit has posed:
"Why is Thanksgiving so busy... " she looks puzzled "And how do we manage to get time off patrols then if it is so busy..." she isn't knocking it, not knocking it at all there.

"Well just need to take him a bag lunch to the precinct right?"

Oracle has posed:
"Because it's Gotham and criminals here are pretty much assholes." Babs scewers a piece of chicken and slides it into her mouth, washing it down with a sip of juice.

"I think he'd probably like that." Said to bringing him food to the precinct, grinning up at Charlie with a nod. "He's going to love you... man... you have no idea."

Misfit has posed:
She eats, I mean this is all super distracting and she is more than a little bit stupified still about the whole Adoption thing, but the girl is a blackhole of working out like crazy and fighting crime... also going to school.. and growing...

"Why do you think he is going to love me so enthusiasticlaly?"

Oracle has posed:
"Because you're charming." Babs takes another bite. She's been working out a lot more than she had been a few months ago, that's for sure. Babs always keeps in shape, never let herself get too soft, but the last couple weeks have seen her get back into Batgirl condition.

Which means eating like there's not enough food in the world.

"And, in theory, this means he's got a grand daughter. Which I'm /sure/ he never thought he'd have with me."

Misfit has posed:
Thankfully Alfred helps keep them both fed, one wonders what the Wayne food budget is really with all of the crazy work out routines.

"Grandparent... okay this is a whole lot of stuff to take in... I didn't have any Grand Parents really in our lives before..." which explains why she was homeless.

Oracle has posed:
"Sorry." Babs says it quietly, just as quietly moving food around on her plate, "I don't want to overwhelm you or anything." Murmuring to herself, hair pushed back behind her ears after laying down her fork.

Both hands link together on the table, fingers curling into a knot.

Misfit has posed:
"It just needs to all sink in I think.... it is much." she nods softly about that. It really is much." then nods and smiles though. "It is good much though I think." such a chaos muppet.

"You're okay .... right?"

Oracle has posed:
"Hm?" Babs glances up, smiling.. but with that pensive expression she gets when she's thinking about something too hard, "Oh, yeah. Just.. it's nothing." waving a hand, "Nothing here.." Motioning between the two of them, "..Besides, this is good. You want to watch Star Wars? You like Star Wars right? You're not one of those weirdos who prefer Star Trek..." Both are good, one is definitely better though.

Misfit has posed:
Charlie watches unsure about that pensive look, she is getting really good at spotting it after all. When you say it is nothing here between them, well she relaxes believing you. She is pretty trusting.

"Of course I like Star Wars.... I mean come on.. laserswords and magic or Vulcans... meck..."

Oracle has posed:
"Don't get me wrong..." The words are super casual, standing up to start collecting empty plates on the tray Babs brought them in from the kitchen. "I love vulcans, but Star Wars.. is special." Sucking her thumb of a bit of sauce, she hoists the plate and nods towards the TV hovering on the Disney+ logo, "Get us started on New Hope and we'll binge through?"

Misfit has posed:
"Pft Vulcans..." she keeps working on her food there and then ohs and snags her plate too ... scooping up some extra onto it before moving towards the couch. "Sure.. I mean around thanksgiving and patrols right..." she grins.

"Though I would binge Mandalorian anyday."

Oracle has posed:
"Of course, of course." Babs says after a sharp, chortling laugh at Charlies' exuberance, "There's going to be so much food..." Still laughing, she puts the plate in the washer after scraping off the excess, grabs a glass of wine, and moves over to join the teen on the couch.

"Right? That show is the tits."