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Clocktower Catch Up
Date of Scene: 12 January 2020
Location: Barbara Gordon's Apartment, Clocktower
Synopsis: The finest from Los Pollos Hermanos sates the hunger of a hungry Batclan at the Clocktower
Cast of Characters: Spoiler, Oracle, Misfit, Robin (Wayne)




Spoiler has posed:
The text message came from Stephanie. A picture of chicken strips and wings from Los Pollos Hermanos along with a small mountain of dipping sauces, and the tag line:

> Be there in 15. Do you have drinks?

Stephanie then gathered up the chicken she'd posed on a table artistically for the picture, closing up the containers again and putting them back in the bag. The blond pulls on her knit cap and gloves and zips up her jacket, and then hurries out into the Gotham winter to hop into her car for the drive over to the Clocktower, arriving before long and pulling into the parking.

Oracle has posed:
Babs was doing some cleaning up from Christmas, still bringing down the massive tree she'd put up in the foyer of the Clocktower for Charlie's benefit, when her phone chirps in the back pocket of her jeans. One glance, she's already shooting off a reply after adjusting her red framed glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose with her wrist:

> You know I do. Locks will be off when you get here, come up from the garage entrance.

Fifteen minutes is enough time to get a few of the hundreds of ornaments still on the tree right? Staring at it... she shakes her head and slides the plastic boxes out of her with a foot, headed towards the kitchen to get drinks while tying up her fiery red hair.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie takes the stairs, two at a time, getting a little extra cardio as she makes the full climb to the apartment under her own power rather than using the elevator. She arrives at the top, proud of herself that she's only slightly winded. A quick knock at the door to announce she's coming in and then she swings the door open, heading into the familiar confines of her mentor's home.

"I'm so starving. I bought enough for four. Unless Tim is one of the four in which case it would be more like enough for two," Stephanie kids as she comes inside and heads towards the kitchen in search of Barbara.

Stephanie had pulled off the knit cap and gloves and left them in the car. She's wearing jeans and a t-shirt beneath an old beat up leather jacket. Her clothing not having really gone through any kind of an upgrade is probably all the evidence Barbara would need to know Stephanie hasn't cashed in on the money she was offered yet. Of course she'd probably be aware from her monitoring financials as well.

Oracle has posed:
Babs is wearing blue jeans and an oversized sweater because it's cold in Jersey, even if the Apartment is kept at a comfortable temperature. As Stephanie comes in, she turns and grins back at her friend, waving her over to the couch with the big glass table in front, "Hook us up with a nice spread and I'll grab some glasses.. you want juice or wine?" So what that it's before five?!

Babs is an adult!

The quip about Tim has her laughing from the kitchen, "Yeah, he ort not ever stop exercising or he'll be as big as a house, the way he eats." The way all of them eat, really. Bruce's gruelling regimen doesn't leave many calories for day to day, unless they eat like pigs.

"How you doing?" Echos from the small kitchen area beneath the loft.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown moves to the couch and sits down, calling out, "Oh, juice would be good. I've still got a long day ahead of me for wine right now," she says. Stephanie begins opening up the bag and beginning to spread out the containers. There's three types of sauces on the wings, and then chicken strips that can be dipped, plus some curly fries and a pair of hot cherry pies for dessert. She arranges it all and then goes to dispose of the bag.

"Doing well. Carrie and I hit a martial arts demo. This guy in from Guam who has been combining a few soft and hard styles. But sort of the opposite of how most people use soft techniques to aid a hard style, like that move Bruce does with the baton? But he's going the other direction. Using extra movement to increase the effectiveness of wrist locks, leg locks, etc. And, Richard Dragon was there. Recognized him from the list of people you guys have had me learning," Stephanie says.

Though her thoughts seem to be about more than the martial arts. "Carrie was doing ok, but still looking a bit... still feeling the effects of what she went through," Stephanie says. The loss of Carrie's parents to Zsasz.

Oracle has posed:
Babs' mood sinks a little at the mention of Carrie's father... indirectly thought it might be. She feels deeply for the young woman, but more than anything remembers seeing the mangled body through Huntresses cowl cam. Some images never really get easier no matter how often they occur.

"I've meant to talk to her, but time gets away from me sometimes..." It's a weak excuse, coming out of the kitchen with a pair of plastic containers with freshly juiced creations of Babs' own recipe. "It's good that she's getting outt hough. Not that I think it's helping her forget, I don't know anything will, but... being around friends, giving her something else to focus on.."

One of the juice bottles is held out to Stephanie as the redhead drops down on the couch and looks over the spread. "How's Bruce doing, anyways? Seen him any since he put backo n the cowl?"

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown takes the offered juice bottle. "Yes, I need to make more effort to be around her and make sure she knows she's got another family here," Stephanie comments. She twists off the cap after shaking the bottle up and then takes a sip.

The bottle is set aside as she picks up a packet of honey mustard. "Not much since the attack, no. But it's been so busy. I need to get back to focusing on Ivy, and classes are resuming," Stephanie says, letting out a sigh. "So much going on."

She grabs a chicken strip to dip in the sauce and then bites off the end. "Oh god I needed this. Carrie and I got bao after the martial arts thing, but by the time I got back I was hungry again," she says, slouching back in the comfortable couch. "So I'm starting work on a bike. I'm sort of just going basic. Like, running bike. Later I'll worry about it being more of a Batcycle," she comments. "I'm going to have questions." Stephanie sets down the chicken strip so she can wave her fingers on either side of her head, like exasperated jazz hands. "MANY questions."

Oracle has posed:
Babs grabs a cup of ranch sauce and a few chicken strips on a napkin so she can settle back with her legs pull up and beneath her on the couch. Absently dipping the end in her sauce before each bite, double dipping like a mo-fo. "Mmm, yeah... Ivy's getting a little out of control out there." Obviously she's been keeping tabs, but with everything going on.. well, it's like Stephanie said: busy.

"Oh, sure. Tim could probably help too. He's actually a better mechanic than me, but I'll show the schematics I used to build the batcycle.. It was off an old roadster frame." NOt that it resembles a roadster in any conceivable way now. "The important piece is the frame, obviously. Depending on what kind of weight you want." Another bite, head lulling back.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie glances down at her stomach, covered by the t-shirt but it's about as fat as a woman could hope for beneath the fabric. She pats it and asks, "Is that a fat crack?" she asks in a humorous tone, flashing a grin over to Barbara. She nods though and says, "I think first one, I'm just going to attack everything on it as much myself, but get help when stuck. Second one, I'll start with your designs and hopefully I'll have picked up a bit more knowledge on why things are a certain way, from the first experience."

She dips her strip again and takes another bite. "Though it'll probably be a death trap, the first one," she jokes. Ok, half-jokes. "So I got Ivy to free some of the hostages. Parents of young kids, those in bad shape, etc. Played it straight up with her. Used Green Peace to do the transfer. Try to build some trust. Though I don't imagine this is going to end with anything other than an ass-kicking."

Oracle has posed:
"You could do some more situps." Babs jokes right back, as quick on her feet as she is quick on a keyboard, sucking ranch dressing off her thumb... so she's clearly got a lot of room to talk. Nodding all the while, "Yeah, probably best, honestly. It's important to mess up and figure out how you messed up, otherwise you'll never learn."

As for Ivy..

Babs shrugs.. "She's a weird one. Sometimes she seems cavalier about her willingness to turn over a new leaf and then she's taking over an island full of old folks." Another strip eaten, washed down with juice. "I use to go out to her garden fairly regularly for tea. That seemed to placate her, but who can really know?"

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie finishes off the chicken strip and then switches to a spicy traditional buffalo wing. "I went out to see her not long before it happened. Figured I'd try to pick that up and hopefully help keep things copacetic. It was after The Fight. I wonder if maybe my visit had any role in it. I mean it went well, but maybe it made her question the situation with the news about Batman," Stephanie says.

Her demeanor, rarely very glum, is just enough now that it's clearly something she's given thought to a number of times, if not really brought up with anyone before. "Well. We'll get her settled. Just have to figure out how to get her in a way that won't give her time to hurt the hostages. Or get them out first," she says.

Stephanie glances over at the Christmas tree. "How'd the holidays go with Charlie?" she asks, smiling at the new topic of conversation she moves into.

Oracle has posed:
"Probably going to have to do some ecoterrorism..." Babs says quietly, dipping the last of her strips into the ranch sauce with a casual glance over at Stephanie, "Which might have lasting effect on the environment and your relationship with Ivy, but the alternative is going to be fighting her on home turf... as she definitely will not come looking for a fight off the island."

At this point, that's probably not a very exciting proposition. She's dug in like a tick.

Either way, "Yeah, we'll figure it out. Bruce is good about that, at least.." Another glance at Steph, shrugging, "I wouldn't beat yourself up too bad. She'd have found out eventually, if she didn't already know. That woman might be crazy, but she's a genius."

Charlie, Babs actually grins, "It went well. She clearly enjoyed it and so I did too. I love having her around. We talked about the big A...-" Adoption, "- She was amiable to the idea."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie breaks out in big smiles as she hears this. Given her own family history, seeing positive things for others in a familial sense is an easy way to bring that bright smile back out fully. "That's great. After what she's been through, some stability and knowing she's got people means a lot I'm sure," Stephanie comments.

She finishes off the wing, putting the bone aside in a container intended for them, then pauses to sip her juice. "How's your rehab gone?" Stephanie asks, glancing over towards Barbara's leg. "Swear I've been more banged up this last year than the rest of my life combined. After the League attack it was kind of a rough week just moving," she says. Especially her arms. Stephanie had to face some swords with just the armor along the outside of her gloves, and took some cuts from it.

Oracle has posed:
"Yeah, she did.. I hope to start the process in the next couple months." Babs says with another grin, wiping at her mouth with the napkin she'd held the strips on, "I never really thought I'd be a mom, but the idea really appeals to me with Charlie." That's probably Bruce's influence.

"Mmm? Oh, it's good.. Still gets a little stiff sometimes, and my little short stint as Batman didn't help matters at all, but overall..." Said with a shrug, rubbing the mentioned knee absently, "Probably wont be back in costume anytime soon. It was a nice nestalgia run, and the Oracle armor was slick.. I just can't. I'm better on a computer."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown openly scoffs at that. "I'll agree you're as good on a computer. But better?" Stephanie turns the scoff into a snort. It's a bit more of a pig-sounding snort than she intended, which sets Stephanie off laughing at herself. "You have always been such an inspiration," Stephanie says, looking down as she says it as if there's a wealth of emotion inside that she wants to keep from letting too much out. "What you've accomplished... and while you've had support, so much of I know was sheer will until you forced others to accept things."

Stephanie finally looks back up to shine a smile over to her mentor and role model. "But I love having you in my ear when I'm out there, so I'm not complaining if you're behind the computer." Even when having Barbara in her ear means criticizing her jumping off buildings before figuring out how she's going to stop herself from hitting the ground.

Oracle has posed:
"Sure, I'm good... but I'm rounding on 30." Babs doesn't really think that makes her /old/, but in the vigilante world? Constant injuries, poor rehab turn arounds, and general dangers and stress? It's not as young as normal 30. "I can't be out there jumping around on rooftops forever.. And I don't want to be. I've been doing this since I was seventeen.. eighteen years old. That's a long run, right?"

She's not afraid to admit that.

"I'm glad I was in a position to show you and Carrie and.. basically every female vigilante in Gotham.. that we're not just on par, but /better/ than the boys." A smirk, playful wink, and shrug. "But I'd much rather be able to walk when I'm fourty. Seeing Bruce get crushed by that Bane joker and then have Superman nearly kill him? That put shit into perspective for me."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie absorbs those words. They are a bit sobering. She started even earlier than Barbara, though with some other significant differences in those early histories. She hasn't spent much time thinking about the future beyond the next bad guy that needs an elbow to the face. It gives her a moment's thought, one that is pushed away somewhere to consider more fully later.

Stephanie finishes off the second wing, sucking the hot sauce from her fingers, then waves a hand as if fanning her lips. "So good," she says. The blond nods about Barbara having paved the way for Carrie and herself. The blue eyes drop a bit at the mention of Superman. "Do you think there's any chance he might still be alive? I mean, his body taken by CADMUS or ARGUS." Stephanie's fingers wring each other a bit, exhibiting emotions she's feeling.

Oracle has posed:
"Superman?" Babs asks with a thoughtful frown and a small shrug, "Maybe.. Probably. A guy like that doesn't just 'die' or fade away.. I would have said no a few months ago, but after this Winter?" She shrugs again and drinks down more juice, "Literally think anything is possible."

They're both sitting on the couch eating wings/chicken strips.

Which Charlie should come partake in, obviously.

Misfit has posed:
There is a slash of smoke in Charlie's room and a small chime in the rest of the clocktower. It is sort of like belling a cat really but when your teenager can teleport in and out of the house having an alert to them coming home or leaving is kind of expected.

Especially when your mom figure is a world class computer and security expert.

Charlie comes out to the living area head tilted "Chicken?" hungry, like always. I mean even if she wasn't training like crazy all the time and staying up to patrol she would be teenage hungry. With the addition of the training and the fact her powers seem to burn HP to work to a degree... well yeah black hole of appetite of which food shant escape the gravitational pull.

She is wearing light nonrestrictive workout gear still, probably was over working out on the course in the cave.

"Oh hey Steph!" chipper and happy, also there is chicken "Hey Babs" is added to, but she expected to see Barbara, still chipper and happy though.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown listens quietly, and a bit somberly, as Babs and she talk about Superman. Babs admitting the prospect he could be alive causes Stephanie to sit quietly with her thoughts for a moment. "I sort of won't let myself even hope for it, I think," she says. "I mean, well, even if he is, is he still under the influence of this other entity? And... and also..." Stephanie says, voice turning reluctant but then about to proceed-

And Charlie arrives, Stephanie seizing on the interruption. "Hey Charlie, come get some food," she says. Stephanie hadn't been kidding she'd brought enough for four. Or two if Tim was one of them. "Got wings with three sauces, and chicken strips with some of every sauce they had," she says. She and Barbara have fruit juice as well. "How are you doing?" Stephanie asks the teenager.

Oracle has posed:
Babs glances up and over her shoulder when the alarm signals Charlie's arrival, "Speak of the teleporting devil, eh?" sliding off the couch with a twist, "I need to hit the bathroom, I'll be back in a few... if I'm not back in a week, notify my gastroenterologist." Leaning over to shoulder bump Charlie on her way upstairs towards the restroom.

Misfit has posed:
"Ravenous and I'm def an angel not a devil.. I mean... avenging angel guarding the streets of Gotham and doling out my dark vengeance against those cads and ne'erdowells that prowl and prey on the innocent.... but totes an angel."

She says it all chipperly as she returns the shoulder bump and moves over to the couch and plops down stealing the spot that Barbara just vacated ... there is room for everyone after all but stolen spots are the best. Her hand already reaching for chickey nugga.. I mean a chicken strip. "Was running the obstacle course in the cave... it is like that ancient America Ninja Warrior show on steroids..."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had a way about being without his mask in situations that did not require it, he thought it was always required. Especially when you had the face of one of the most visible teenagers in Gotham City.

  The tiles retracted, and Robin descended into the nerve center of the clocktower. The equipment panels showing themselves to him, thinking he was here for a resupply. Of course, the security system chimed to the rest that there was an allowed ingress into the Clocktower, and that it was the Boy Wonder himself, albeit not the original boy wonder, that was another member of the crew.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie gives a grin. "You still have to run into... well, I don't want to surprise it for you," Stephanie says of the Batcave's obstacle courses. Is there a hidden surprise waiting for Charlie? Or is Stephanie making it sound like it to keep Charlie on her toes? It's hard to say.

Stephanie grabs another wing, going for a honey bbq this time after the heat of the previous two wings has finally eased up on her lips a bit which were burning. "So how was your Christmas?" Stephanie asks Charlie. The tree is still up, Barbara having been working on taking it down when Stephanie interrupted with food.

She glances up at the sound, knowing what they mean but not as used to them as the inhabits of the Clocktower.

Misfit has posed:
"Run into....?" okay she is dying to figure out what that may be a reference to, not fair Stephanie not fair.

There is squinting at the obvious topic change.

"Christmas was great... I mean not the whole league of assassins stuff and Black Gate and Arkham and all.. and the restaraunt ... " she trails off and looks quiet. Then plows on chipper once more. "But .. .the food and presents... and tree.. I mean geeeze it is like five trees worth of tree. I've never had a Christmas likee this... ever..." poor kid growing up right.

The chime and tone means something. Charlie looks up and swallows a bite of chicken. "Ditto" what she calls the voice system "Intercomm to Armory." pause "Robin come get Chicken"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looks up as the intercom chimes in. "Is that a bird joke?" He asks, looking to nothing in particular, but the tone in his voice is full of contempt.

  However, Robin does come out of the nerve center, and into the room with the others. "What kind of chicken?" He asks, looking over the others, and feeling a little out of place.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown's face is a all smiles as she hears Charlie talk about her Christmas. The blond college student had her own share of meager Christmases and worse. So there's a measure of joy she takes in seeing how much it seemed to mean to Charlie. "Glad you were able to experience it," Stephanie says, wiping her fingers so she can reach over and give Charlie's shoulder a warm squeeze.

Stephanie glances up as she catches Damian's reply. "Los Pollos Hermanos," she says. "Come dig in, I brought plenty figuring people might show up when they heard," she tells him. She points out the three types of wings and identifies the sauces on each. "And there's plenty of dipping sauces too," she says, for the chicken strips or using with the pre-sauced wings.

Stephanie considers and goes back to a chicken strip this time. "How are you doing?" she asks Damian. "Been meaning to stop by the manor and see how everyone is, but it's been busy with school starting up again, plus patrols."

Misfit has posed:
Charlie blinks "Bird joke?" with a note of confusion at the contempt and question.

Oh right. Robin. Birds. Doh.

When he comes out though she lets Stephanie handle explaining what she brought for dinner. "The spicy dip sauce is ridik..." which.. may be good.. hard to say... I mean she sounds happy about it and dips another chicken strip in some before chewing on it.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin looks over the spread. The amount of calories in all of it made him grimace just a bit. Even at Titans Tower, Robin would skip out on many of the...elaborate pizza spreads. The others did not have to worry about staying in shape.

  "Just fucking peachy." He comments, even with the return of Batman, there were things he hated. Damian was always about the glass being half full.

  "What good is a fucking pacifist in a super team anyway?" He flumps on the couch, crossing his arms and stewing in his own brooding.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie dips her chicken strip in honey bbq and takes a bite from it. She gives a look like she's in heaven. "What's this?" she asks while still in mid-chew, covering up her mouth with her hand as she realizes how uncouth that was especially if she doesn't cover. But then, these people know her. She can be that level of uncouth.

"Bruce? Pacifist? Or is this a reference to someone else?" she asks. Remembering how he beat down the head of the League's attack on the city, and the word pacifist not really fitting in with that imagery. "Went to a martial arts demo, Carrie and I. Some guy from Guam. Met Richard Dragon there. Had just seen him from the Batcomputer files. Had to explain how I knew him so just mentioned I'd met some martial artists. Mentioned Sandra though just as someone I'd met before."

Misfit has posed:
Charlie burns calories like mad with the teleporting and working out and her general metabolism. She may someday slow down and need to change her diet but right now she just eats, a lot. More than one pocket in her utlity belt has protien bars in it.

She is also a little confused at the pacifist bit there. They throw sharp objects at people and then pummel them all the time. Her gear has weighted gloves and steel toes in the boots for a reason. "We solve problems with our fists or worse... who is a pacifist superhero.. I mean.. how do you stop villains .. mind control.. I mean..." she trails off "I suppose a psychic might think they are being a pacifist but it is just mental assault instead of physical..."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian's brows furrow HARD at Stephanie at the mention of his father. "Names!" He chastises.

  "Someone in the Titans. He refuses to fight, is an alien, and is an overall giant asshole the size of Red Hook." He mentions, standing back up and heading to the cabinets. Looking for the alcohol. "If anyone tells Father, I will flay them like the Vikings."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown raises an eyebrow at Damian's reaction to the use of the name. "We're in a pretty heavily defended spot," she says, motioning around the Clocktower. As Damian provides more insight in who he is talking about, she considers for a moment and then shrugs. "I suppose it depends on what they do," she suggests.

Stephanie wipes her hands on a napkin and then grabs her juice bottle. "I mean, there's people who can use saving from people other than Joker. I don't know if I'm going to throw shade on a fireman because he chose that profession instead of being a cop because he didn't want to have to potentially shoot someone. Just saying," the blond tells Damian with a little shrug.

"There's cherry pies for dessert, though might need to toss them in the microwave to warm them up if you like them warm," she tells Charlie. Stephanie runs through the calories like crazy too. Not teleporting, but with all of the training and patrols.

Misfit has posed:
"Did the vikings flay people...?" she dips some more chicken into the dipping sauce slowly working on demolishing one of the boxes of chicken strips. Avoiding the mess of the wings for the time being and well dipping is fun.

"Alien pacifist on a superhero team...." she trails off then nods to what Stephanie says. "True.. I mean .. firefighters still risk their lives and help save people and the city. I suppose a superhero could go around saving lives and providing disaster relief but not punch people in the face..."

"I'll warm them up when peeps are ready." super excited about cherry pies.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "I am saying that the bastard does not fight. He just flaps his goddamn wings and throws 'shade' at me on the comms, asking me what he should do. Instead of making himself useful and thinking for himself."

  "Not everyone here knows who we are." Damian mentions, looking to Misfit. As far as he knew, she didn't know who he was under the mask. "Yes, they did. It was called the Blood Eagle. It consisted of a slice up the back and the flaying of ribs to make them seem like the wings of an eagle."

  Robin finds a bottle of vodka and removes it, pouring a snoot into his mouth and gulping it. "Kian was not risking his life, he was dead weight in the air. Not even giving a decent recon."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown lets out a breath. "Remind me not to have you two lead the dinner time discussions from now on," she says after the briefing on Viking torture customs. Though her tone makes it more wry humor than anything else. Nor does it stop her from looking over the wings and trying the flavor she hasn't had yet, grabbing a drumstick to work on.

"Ah, thought Charlie was aware of all the team by now," she says. She does recall Bruce leaving it up to each person though, so gives Robin an apologetic nod. "Hmm. Well, that kind of thing can be a problem in a team. I mean, you know. Talk to him and work it out?" From Stephanie to Damian, not exactly either of them are the best at the social skills, and the irony is not lost on Stephanie.

Misfit has posed:
Charlie is going to chalk that up to him being wroth bout Kian and the whole pacifism stuff. "I mean.. Thanksgiving.. but honestly we have a big family at this point." yeah she honestly does consider the Bat Family her family, not like she has any other relatives to call family it seems.

She dunks another chicken strip this time trying the BBQ sauce "Ok.. the BBQ sauce is also great..." mouth a bit full "Also.. Gross... blood eagle... I mean I was just curious not like I want to blood eagle anyone.."

"Also Kian sounds ... well mostly like he needs more training.... is he capable of recon or anything useful.. I mean what are his powers?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian's white eyelets look toward Charlie and sighs, forgetting about Thanksgiving. He reaches towards his mask and removes it.

  "I am past the point of talking it out with him. He undermined my authority and is trying to usurp my power as leader of the Titans. The fucker just needs to go."

  Damian slumps on the couch again. "He has wings, and that's it. Probably others too, not that he does anything but STAND AROUND AND COMPLAIN ABOUT NOT BEING ON HIS HOME PLANET."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown purses her lips slightly. She's not exactly the best one for advising on disrupt resolution. At least not that doesn't involve use of a bo staff or maybe some batarangs. "Hrm. Anyone else on the team that's able to get through to him usually?" she tries, giving a little shrug as she knows this isn't her strong suit.

She pushes some of the honey bbq wings towards Damian. "Try these. Dipped in ranch? Really good," she says, not wanting to see him drinking the alcohol without something in his stomach to help absorb it.

Stephanie is starting to slow down, her and Barbara having had a head start on the rest. "Going to warm up a cherry pie. Want me to get yours, Charlie?" she asks.

Misfit has posed:
Charlie considers the outburst. "Wings would make it pretty easy to do effective recon." ... teleporting makes it even easier but... "Man wings would be pretty sweet... hard to have a secret identity and all but sweet..."

To Stephanie "Yes please."

Then back to Damian with a thoughtful look. "Maybe send him home if he is really unhappy here.. I imagine the league" pause "Justice league or the Avengers have the tech to do it?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "I will have to check into that. If not, I'll have his head." Yes, he means that. At this point it is a matter of honor.

  Robin takes a wing, biting into it, and not realizing it had a bone. The crunch was harrowingly loud. His pale green eyes flare wide as he sees his folly, quickly running to the bathroom.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie is just rising when Damian crunches into the chicken wing. "Ah..." she starts but it's way too late. She winces and looks to Charlie, then turns to follow Damian's rush to the bathroom. "You ok? You sort of, almost suck the meat off the bone when you eat them," she says, following halfway to be nearer if he needs assistance. "The ones with the two bones, break it first and then do it with each individually," she adds.

Stephanie pauses there to make sure Robin's ok, before going on the aforementioned heating of the little individual cherry pies. They used to have the pumpkin ones for the holidays, but they are gone for another 10 months now.

Misfit has posed:
Charlie half covers her face in alarm as he runs off and then shakes her head. "That. That is why I do the chicken strips instead of the wings... maximum food with less effort and still so tasty..." this is mostly for Stephanie since Damian is off in the bathroom downstairs.

She looks over to and digs in the bag to see if there are any curly fries.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     The bone and pieces of meat are spit into the toilet. The next few moments are spent checking on his teeth, making sure they are not cracked or chipped or damaged. He wasn't vain, he just did not like having his teeth worked on. So any means to avoid the dentist is taken, brushing, flossing, brushing again. "t was so small...I did not think it had a bone."

  Once his fears are assuaged, he comes out with her, taking another seat. "I blame Kian." Of course he would.

Spoiler has posed:
There are indeed curly fries, along with catchup and all the various bbq sauces for using with them. No cheese though. Because she didn't want it to be TOO fattening. Stephanie wanders closer to the stairs. When Damian returns, she says, "Sorry, didn't realize you hadn't had them before. Yeah, two different shapes, the drumstick and then one with two bones.

When Damian is ok, Stephanie heads off to the kitchen then, warming up the cherry pies and then returning to distribute them. "Hot, don't burn your mouth," she says as she retakes her seat. She breaks the crust open one of the individual desserts and then blows on it a bit to cool it. "Going to go check on Barbara," she says, rising and taking the pie and her juice with her. "Back in a few."

Misfit has posed:
Charlie fishes out one of the curly fries boxes and sets it by Damian now. "No bones... also the chicken strips... no bones." she starts eating and dipping fries in the various sauces.

That is until the cherry pie arrives, and all other things are foregone for dessert even if she may have more chicken after the pie.

Who knows.