8785/Sisterhood of traveling Romcoms

Sisterhood of traveling Romcoms
Date of Scene:	13 August 2019
Location:	Clocktower, Gotham
Synopsis:	Babs and Kara relax with ice cream and a movie! Later Cassie joins the fun. Babs gets drunk on two glasses of wine. Good times.
Cast of Characters:	Supergirl, Oracle, Wonder Girl

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Supergirl has posed:
Ding dong!

Who's that? Probably someone who knows about the Clocktower, and what lurks inside. And should Barbara decide to check... and come on, we all know she has like fourty million cameras and was probably tracking Kara's cute little iPhone with the teddy bear cover... so let's be real. Barbara had probably /seen/ Kara go to the store. Probably got a flash from her SuperCard as she bought two pints of ice cream (mint chocolate chip and vanilla snickerdoodle) and well.

There was a 'wooshy' moment where Kara basically crossed half the city in a single bound.

Right before the ringadingdong.

And when the door should open! There was Kara Danvers, in glasses, a college hoodie, and a long knee-length skirt, with flats and knee-high socks. She strikes a pose. "Romcom ice cream time?!" she exclaims.

Oracle has posed:
Babs doesn't get very many nights off. Gotham doesn't give a crap if she's got a date or hasn't seen her pal Kara in ages. Thankfully a lot of the Oracle system is designed to run automated with keywords programmed in to alert her if something requires her direct, personal, intervention. So it was a good night for impromptu Romcom and ice cream!

The redhead is sitting at her desk with her bunny slippered feet up on the corner, a pair of Land before time Pajama pants, and a 'Testosterone is a poison' t-shirt. Her hair is twisted up in a messy bun of tangly red and she's got on her own pair of dorky red framed glasses. Her jade eyes follow the familiar signature of Kara... Supergirl.. the second she crosses the Jersey border into Gotham, grinning to herself as her friend stops in for ice cream before leaping the rest of the way to the Clocktower. "it's unlocked, come on up."

Her feet drop down off the desk, easily pushing her around in the swivel chair with the jerk of her heel against the same corner, and propels herself towards the door to greet Kara with, first, a big stupid hug and then two hands held out for the ice cream, "Bowl or spoons?" Silly questions, obviously spoons.

Supergirl has posed:
And Kara looks to Babs as she asks that question. Bringing up her hand to pull off her glasses that she didn't need anyways, she sets them at a small desk near the entryway, Kara pushing off her flats to keep the clocktower floor clean as she opens her giftbearing arms wide, aiming for a hug. "Oh my gosh, Babs, you're such a dork," she says. "Is that a Land Before Time pajama top?!" she asks.

And so the big stupid hug was returned with a SuperHug, even as Kara lifts Babs off of the ground, spins once, and sets her down in the original position. "Are you kidding? We're gonna eat this whole pint and then feel sick, but it'll make the last part of the movie great," she says. "Because then when we start to cry, we'll have an excuse that our stomach hurts," she says.

Kara... actually hadn't felt her stomach hurt from food. From emotion sometimes, sure. But not food.

"So we /gotta/ use spoons," she says. Handing the mint chocolate chip over, the vanilla snickerdoodle was coveted like a dragon over treasure. "We're going to watch it on the big old Babs-vision TV right?" she asks.

Oracle has posed:
Babs laughs boisterously at the little spin and rides it with ease, she's a surprisingly lithe thing, that Barbara Gordon! When set back down, she eyes her pajamas and shrugs, "I got them on Ebay.. vintage collection." Pointing absently at her bedroom off to the side of the spacious apartment atop the Clocktower, "I've got about a million pairs. Everything from She-Ra to Inspector Gadget." She is, in fact, a huge dork.

With icecream in hand, she starts towards the kitchen to grab a pair of big spoons, holding one out to Kara as she steps directly over the back of the comfy overstuffed couch infront of the massive Babs-vision television with an entertainment center that would make Kanye West's old ass weep with jealousy. Apparently it pays well to be connected to Bruce Wayne... let alone the head of a fairly successful security installation company specializing in cyber crimes (AMIRITE?!).

"Uhh.. yeeeaaah?" With a little mock 'tude and a smirk as she drops down lotus style upon the center cushion. A fumbling hand grabs for the remote on the art-deco glass table and gets the movie going directly off some wifi networking service. "It's crazy good to see you, babe. Come, regal me with stories from the great white north while we engage in recreational Ryan Reynolds oogling?"

Supergirl has posed:
And Kara turns her eyes to briefly look into that bedroom. "Oh my gosh, I love She-Ra! I've been watching that a little on Netflix some," she says to Babs, her smile springing up full and bright on her lips. "I gotta borrow those. My sister will think I'm a nerd too, but..." she says. "I think she can handle it," she says, sticking out her tongue and making a goofy kinda smile.

Of /course/ Kara reaches out her hand to take the spoon. She doesn't fly, not while 'Kara', even in a safe place like this. So she walks over to the sofa, and kinda plops herself down, the Kryptonian woman sticking the spoon in her mouth as she uses both hands to open the pint.

With the top of the ice cream and the wrapper set on a small paper towel to keep Babs' stuff pricelessly clean, she takes the spoon out of her mouth, waiting for the ice cream to soften up as the movies and things get ready to go.

"Okay, so. Mostly... I've been having a lot of trouble with robots," she says to Barbara. "And they're starting to use kryptonite, which is a problem, but um... good stories. /Oh/, you remember that guy I used to date? We went to the carnival together, and that was fun," she says. "Met a lot of nice people, and ate a lot of good food. But you know, if I'm not talking about... Superstuff, I'm kinda Superboring," she admits.

"How about you, though, Babsy?" she says, fluttering her eyelashes after the 'babe'. A gasp. "Are you saying you're totally a Ryan Reynolds fangirl?!" she enthuses. "I dunno. I like that Chris Hemsworth guy."

Oracle has posed:
Babs literally calls everyone Babe, but glances sidelong at Kara's reaction with a raised brow and a shoulder jerking in her friends direction, "You said /was/ dating." Likewise using both hands to tug off the top of her pint, but she licks the bottom portion clean before setting it aside on a similar napkin, "What gives? Is he stupid?"

Robots. With Kryptonite. She frowns a little and nods, tapping the top of her ice cream, which is still too fresh to actually dig into properly, with the bottom of her spoon. "I can't do much about the kryptonite, but if you get me one of the memory cores off the robots, I can maybe come up with a switch to deactivate them? Have you tried a low yield EMP burst? Do they have fereday caged circuitry?" Kind of inline with Sentinels.

Taking shop.

"Well, I hung up the cowl." She still has her original, super sexist, Batgirl costume in a display case beside her bedroom door. She's also sporting a healing bruise on her left cheek and a lip recently stitched, though they've since been removed.

"Stockholm." Pointing at her face and the damaged suit behind her in the glass. "I'm full time computer nerd, now... I'm also not seeing anyone. So no circus stories from me."

Supergirl has posed:
"OH MY GOD yes," says Kara at that first thing said, setting her pint on the coffee table as she languishes back against the sofa. She didn't seem as bothered as Barbara might be about the robots. "It's Chris, you know? Darkhawk? We had been dating quite a while, and then he kinda ghosted me, and who knows /what/ is going on now," she says, with a heady sigh. "And Mon-El and this other guy are kinda doing this alpha thing around me which is so obvious but they're like... fighting with each other and kinda one-upping each other, and I kinda want them all to just be friends, you know?" she says.

Ignoring her ice cream for now, she grins a little bit more. "But you know how guys are. They don't know what they want, and when they get what they want they get stupid about it," she says. A beat. "... and I'm not talking about /that/," she says. "I didn't!" she enthuses.

At what Barbara says about robots, her brow furrows more. "Uhm," she says. "I'll get a core off of the robot, and let you know? I'm not dumb around electronics, but I'm... kinda dumb? You might like looking at it, too," she says.

There was a shift in place, as she sighs a little bit more. A glance to the uniform, then back to Barbara. And it was like she was seeing that bruise for the first time.

"What happened?" she asks, gently. When Barbara answers for her.

"... that won't stay long. You're like... /super/ guy bait," she says. "Smart, nerdy, comfortable, fun... come on. What's there not to like!" she says.

Oracle has posed:
Babs putters her lips at Kara and rolls her eyes, "Well that's on him because you're adorkable, babe." Nudging her friend with an elbow against the knee, "Yeah, well, they start thinking with their dicks and then everything goes absent from their brains. The body only has so much blood, ya know? Can only control one head at a time."

Her own pint is set between her fleece covered legs to warm up from natural body heat, bobbing her head a few times at the mention of technology, "Even if I can't figure out what to do about them, I'd like to take a look." Pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, "I want to run comparisons between your robots and the sentinels. I have a half string of their base code on my dataserver and I want to see if the whole process is infectious.." As if there might be a techno virus involved. That or she knows something she's not telling yet.

What happened. "Stockholm. I did something stupid.. went out on patrol one last time after being off the streets for nine months... nearly cost me my knee and my good looks." Smirking side long at Kara, again rolling her eyes.

"Whatever, dude, I'm not even interested in them right now. I don't have time to coddle anyone's ego with my busy schedule."

Supergirl has posed:
And Kara grins so widely at that, her nose crinkles. "Well," she says. "That's life, I guess. I wouldn't think it's big enough to steal /that/ much blood, but maybe," says the girl, turning her eyes towards the TV screen now. In socks and skirt, Kara smoothes the modest skirt over her legs, picking up her own pint of ice cream now, and the spoon.

"You think they could be connected? I never really knew what was going on with the sentinel stuff. I figured that was something other people were handling," she says, with a sigh. With her glasses off, she glances down to Barbara as well, moving to kinda sit on the side of her hip, her hand going over to give Babs' shoulder a squeeze of sympathy.

"Do I know Stockholm? That sounds like a Gotham criminal. Why Batman wants us to stay out of Gotham so much..." Kara throws up her hands. "But we can't be everywhere."

"You're still cute, Barbara," she says. "But purple and stitches aren't good makeup colors for you, just for your information," she says.

"And yes, that's right! Work on yourself, and when the right guy comes along, /then/ you can let him in," she says, leaning back against the back of the sofa. "I'm gonna do the same thing, I think. Friends first, guyfriends second. Maybe even last."

Oracle has posed:
Babs glances down at her ice cream for a little while longer than she might actually need to to find whatever she felt was located in said carton and then turns a little so she's leaning her back against Kara's knee, "I don't know if you know Stockholm, but I've been messing it up with her for years now... she caught me pretty good with a pistol barrel." Touching fingers to her cheek, a little quiet sigh and her head lulls back towards her friend so she's looking up at her in a weird angle.

"You have any particular aversion to cuddling during the movie? Especially while Rachael McAdams is on the screen.. That woman always makes me want to cuddle. Call me crazy... she just looks startled... constantly. OH GUYS, is it my line already?!" Grinning, some of the goofiness replacing the hints of less than goofiness when she was earlierly speaking of getting pistol whipped.. which is hardly good ice cream and Ryan Reynolds conversation.

"I'll be fine.. Just.. eh.. Ya know?"

Supergirl has posed:
And Kara knew her knee was jabby and solid, so she turns her leg just so, letting her shin instead be Babs' resting point. And she could rest against it, because it was solid. And just enough give to her flesh to make it so she wasn't like. Resting against a wall. Even if the thigh would probably be better, it would be a weird angle.

"I don't know her very much," she says, but her frown tugs down the edges of her lips. "But I like her even less, now," she says to Babs, with a sigh, kinda having to set her ice cream aside for the moment so Babs can get that angle.

"I don't have any aversion. You should see my sister and I," she says.

"I'm a cuddlemonster," she says. "And that's what these kinda movies are for, right? Sorta a weird sisterhood in looking at hot guys and loser girls that manage to attract them," she says, grinning a little wider.

"I think they make the girls goofy so you say, 'Hey, I'm better than her!' she says.

"And I know. We don't gotta think about anything but Ryan Reynolds and Rachel McAdams being a goofball for a while."

Oracle has posed:
Babs is a flexable lass, to say the least. It's just a matter of finding the right twist, but when there is no twist that is appropriate for finding it, she groans and pops up from the couch to use one foot to kick lightly at Kara's foot, "Move, turn, I'm coming in." Motioning up with a wiggling finger to indicate she's going belly to back with her friend, "I call little spoon."

Speaking of, she finally takes a spoonful of her ice-cream and glances distractedly at the television, but she's got more important matters in mind! Getting herself good and comfortable for the flick. Besides, this is the boring beginning part before anything even happens of note! Concessions and cuddling considerations must be made and creators of this films must know that.

"She's a real peach." Stockholm, but that's all she's to say about it apparently.

"See.. I'm all for women being whatever the hell they want to be... but I have a problem with them being idiots." Pointing her icy spoon at the television, "That kind of goofballery is not realistic, it's nausiating... so they better be glad they're also funny.." Still, she's grinning a little, waiting for her position in Kara's lap to open up.

Supergirl has posed:
And Kara kinda ends up moving around, shifting as she was to allow Babs to settle in between her legs. "Okay, fine," says Kara, kinda ending up resting her chin on Bab's shoulder as she moves, turns, and orients herself to allow Babs to slide on in. "It's okay. I can be big spoon," she says genially enough, giggling just a bit at the goofiness.

Another moment. Kara does shift until she is comfortable too, her left hand loosely looping over Bab's belly once the other settles in so that she can hold her tub of ice cream with that hand, her right to dip the spoon into the bowl, and bring it up to her own lips.

"Well, I'll give her a real punch in the nose, if she keeps messing with you and my friends," she says, grousing just a bit. Even if she was going to leave Babs to it, she was giving a glare towards the TV screen now as the movie starts in.

"It can be /really/ funny sometimes, not going to lie," she says with a wider grin, biting her lower lip as she keeps her gaze on the screen.

Oracle has posed:
Once there is a place to do so, Babs settles in against Kara, scooting her knees up beneath the other heroines so super legs are laid against her own. Her arms come up to let Kara gets hers around her, and then settles backwards with a little mewing sound of contentment. "Okay, this'll do." Wiggling a few times, but mostly just to be a pest and winking as much over her shoulder at the chin resting atop it.

A bit more icecream is scooped and slipped off the spoon, followed by another, which she angles backwards for Kara, "Don't worry about her.. she's locked up now. Batman caught her a few nights ago and I've already paid her a visit to let her know her shit stinks just as much as every other psychopaths." Smirking a little, head lulled backwards against her friend, nesting with her face turned sideways to see the television between conversation pieces.

"I get a kick out of it.. but only because it's exactly what's wrong with the way hollywood views women. We're all idiots who need... Eh.." She waves a hand dismissively, "Sorry, I'll go off on one of my tangents and you're not here to hear about my feminist agenda."

Besides, "Ryan Reynolds does not ever seem to age... I swear the man drinks the soul blood of young people..."

Supergirl has posed:
Of course there was a place for Barbara to do so! And once she was all snug and in, and super legs were giving her a border, that little mewl draws a smile up on Kara's lips. At the being a pest, Kara brings the not-sticky part of her spoon up to give Babs a light rap upon the nose. "Are you sure? Do you want a few more cushions, Princess?" she says, sticking out her tongue briefly.

Reaching over for one of the couch cushions, Kara keeps it available. Before she takes a bite of her own ice cream.

Opening her mouth with an 'aaa' to accept some of the chocolate mint chip, Kara responds with some vanilla snickerdoodle, waggling it in front of Babs' hungry hungry mouth.

"You have a point," she says. "What people see a lot of is how they start thinking about people," she says. "And I like talking about feminist agenda sometimes," she says. "It's something that really gets you excited?" she says.

"Maybe he's a mutant," she remarks about Ryan Reynolds. "Or a vampire, like Keanu Reeves..." she says, pursing her lips in mild consideration of the screen.

Oracle has posed:
"Are you saying you've got more pillow to give?" Babs asks with a half smirk directed back at Kara, wiggling to find it, but settling after only a second with her pint down between the little circle of fleece legs. "I don't know that I'd say I'm a 'Princess' persay... more of a scoundrel... Gotham." Another smirk and she leans forward to OMNOM the snickerdoodle off Kara's spoon following the nose tap. Her palm rubs it absently, wrinkled and squinting.

"No fair, I'm injured." She is not, she is never too injured. There is no such a thing.

"Yeah..." Feminist Agenda, "I grew up in a boys club, babe." Jutting her chin towards the Batgirl costume. "You get one of two types of responses when you're out there with Robin and Nightwing... either they think you're in over your head or they think you need coddling." She snorts diresively and takes another big spoonful of mint chocolate chip. "I'm a badass, is what I am... what I was. In the suit.. still. Just not in the suit anymore."

Her head lulls back, eyeing Reynolds curiously, "I got told there actually ARE vampires, so that is not outside the realm of possibility... at le-..." Her head phones sitting around her neck beep and she glances back at the screen of her massive multi-screen computer. After licking her fingers of icecream she hoists the headphones up, "What do you need Red Robin?" Careful of names while in mixed company. "Yes... that is Captain Britain... Keep me posted."

The headset is removed, sheepish grin back at Kara, "Sorry... always on call."

Supergirl has posed:
Sticking out her tongue as Babs teases her, Kara says. "I mean you got cushions on the sofa, if you don't like my bony knees or something!" she says. "My sister /always/ complains about my elbows, but if we're spooning, that's less of a problem, I guess," she says. "You're fine. I'm a doctor in my spare time." she says. "So I can tell these things," she says.

"You are. I've heard of your adventures, Babs. I wish I could have joined in on some of them. But whenever I'm around, people think I'm automatically coddling, I guess," she says with a heady sigh.

A big spoonful of her vanilla snickerdoodle ice cream goes into her mouth.

"But... you had to prove yourself. Did they ever accept you to the level where you felt comfortable?" she asks of Babs, tilting her head just a bit.

"A heroes' work is never done," she says. "I mean... I guess there's always /something/ going on in the world I can help with. I think my brain would explode if I was just wooshing everywhere, and always being Supergirl. You have to turn it off sometimes, or your head will explode.

"... but I guess Superman does it, so... I dunno."

Oracle has posed:
Babs snorts quietly and grabs one of Kara's arms to look at the aforementioned elbows, "I don't want to use it as a pillow, but you have nice enough elbows in my opinion... look at these jokers.." Curling her arms to show elbows practically designed for striking someone. Calloused and kind of rough skinned where she has, in fact, hit people with her elbows on more than one occation.

"These are not cuddling elbows." She muses as she reaches for her spoon and resettles her head backwards against Kara's shoulder. Tongue rolling across the icecream til she can swallow it.

"Yeah, eventually. I worked harder than they did... I trained until I hurt everywhere and then I kept training. I wasn't trying to be on their level... I wanted to be light years beyond it." And for a while she was. Grinning a little at the thought, reaching up to brush a few strands of red hair behind an ear.

"They don't see me as lesser anymore, that's for sure."

Another glance back, "Nah, I know what you mean. It's just hard in Gotham. This city will keep you busy twenty four seven if you let it, which most of us do. I'm kind of the switch board for all the vigilantes and I've got my own girls to manage ontop of that. It's a full time job." One she seems to enjoy, however.

"Yeah well." Nesting against Kara, "I aint cuddling him, am I? So who's the better Super being?"

Supergirl has posed:
Kara looks down at those elbows. "I like your elbows, though. Mine don't ever really get hurt," she says, kinda bringing up one of her hands to bend her elbow severely so she can look at the elbow. It was uncalloused, and still soft, as one might expect. "I like yours," she says, looking down to Bab's elbows. "They look like they've been... you know. That you've used them. That you know how to use them," she says. "They have character, like that," she says.

"And I kinda like them like that. So I'll cuddle with 'em," she says. "And you can elbow me in the ribs if you wanna, I'll be okay," she says, kinda tilting her head to rest against Babs' own.

"And you made it," she says. "You know how kickass that is?" she asks of her.

"I can't imagine how many little girls in Gotham probably read stories about the Batgirl and go, 'I wanna be her when I grow up,'" she says, smiling so wide her nose crinkles.

"I don't think he's much of a cuddler, so I win by default!" she says, lifting her hand in the air, in victory. "Yesssss!" she says.

Oracle has posed:
Babs doesn't blush because Babs isn't a blusher, but she does sheepish with the best of them. Turning her jade green eyes away to adjust her glasses when Kara compliments her elbows, "Well, you drop a ground and pound on enough helmeted goons and you're bound to build up some tough skin." She muses jokingly, playfully nudging her elbow back against the solid wall that is Supergirl with a bemused smirk.

"So do yours, though. The fact I know, for a fact, you could split open the earth with an elbow strike with that soft weenus? That's super adorable." One palm pats her friends elbow playfully, winking back at her as she settles in with another nesting wiggle.

Considering, then, the implications of stories read about her. "I know for a fact there's at least /one/ girl who grew up reading about me... and now she's taken my place as Batgirl.." Spooning some mint chocolate chip for another big bite, "I couldn't possibly be more proud of that fact, neither.. To know a girl who grew up seeing me because a woman capable of imulating it? To trust someone to the standards I set and help her reach them?"

Babs nods slowly, "That's why I do this. That."

As for Superman/Supergirl cuddles and the victory celebration that follows. "You're a dork." She says playfully, "Don't ever change."

Supergirl has posed:
"See? That's neat though. It's kinda like a tattoo," says Kara, keeping her ice cream spoon in the ice cream as she brings her uncalloused fingers to brush against those elbows, as if fascinated by them. "It's like the story of you, that people can see by looking at you. That's not ugly, that's amazing," she says. At least until she was elbowed in the ribs. "Ow!" she says, more in surprise than anything.

She did jump a little too, so maybe there was the illusion that she was really snorked by the elbow strike.

"Well, yeah, but they don't really /say/ that," she says. "Like my elbows don't go 'grr, I can smash anything,'" she says. "They're just elbows."

A beat, as she briefly looks to the television screen, distracted by some action there.

"It's kinda like having a legacy. Maybe that's why Batman does it, with all the robins, you think?" she says.

"Pot! Kettle!" she protests the last, giggling.

Oracle has posed:
"topography of pain." Babs says with a quiet snort and a glance down through her glasses at the ice cream craddled in her lap, "I get what you're saying, I'm not ashammed of the callouses. I earned every one.. and eery scar." Of which she's plenty. Thankfully few of them are on her face! "I decided this life, it didn't decide me.. and I made the most of the action until I didn't want to do it anymore." Not until she couldn't because she definitely could if she wanted.

As for Kara's elbows, Babs leans towards one, putting her ear against it as if listening for the growl and certainty of impending doom... "Dang, you're right?! Suspiciously silent elbows..." Brushing fingers against it, then settling back, tapping her fingers against the others forearm to urge it down to lay back across her abdomen. "I'll never understand how you can go from throwing entire buildings at robots to being able to lightly break an egg for an omlet, though.."

The science of it!

"... I guess it is... actually I know it is. Batman wanted me to train the new Batgirl. Train her and then give her the armor. Pass it on, ya know? If there wre no me, there's no Batgirl. It's a high honor and one I don't take lightly... and I'm sure I'll miss it as the years pass, but..." She shrugs one shoulder, "It's in good hands now.. so..."

Supergirl has posed:
And Kara can't help but grin wider. "And you didn't get hit on the face. Until Stockholm, I guess," she says, bringing up a finger to gently, gently touch the stitches upon Babs' forehead. "You know how amazing you sound with all that?" Kara says. Putting her half eaten ice cream aside, she keeps her elbow folded so that Babs can put her ear against it.

And she gives her arm a little flex. She was athletic, in spite of it, even if she did look like an average girl.

"It can be hard," she says. "And I worry about it a lot. What if I get a little too excited? Or I'm watching a scary movie or something and I hug you tighter than I mean," she says. "But you kinda... get used to just moving with barely enough strength. Treating everyone like the world is made of eggshells. And... people can handle a wide range of pressure, I guess. There's a limit," she says, thoughtfully.

"/Batman/ trusted you to train someone? I don't know the guy, but he has a reputation..." she says. "And do you think you'll always be a Batgirl, somewhere in your heart?" she asks, giving a little extra squeeze around the midsection.

Oracle has posed:
The stitches are on her lip, which definitely changes the nature of those fingers brushing against them and has Babs raising a brow at Kara with a side eye glance.. Babs don't blush, but she sheepishes with the best of them.. and after a second she looks down and clears her throat to adjust her glasses a little. The pint of ice cream is taken from her lap after another spoonful and set down on the table near them beside where Kara set her's.

"Ehhh it was my own fault. I should have ducked." It's a joke, but a true joke.

Spoken half heartedly, side glancing a little periodically at Kara as if she's trying to weigh something going off in her head. "I... yeah.. I mean yeah, Batman trusted me to train her, but I know he was too. It wasn't /just/ me. I've earned the right to make sure my replacement was up to /my/ standards too." Still watching Supergirl, right over the side of her glasses, as one hand comes up to tuck some of the other womans hair behind her ear.

Her tongue tucks back to clear some ice cream from her unpainted lip, "Are you flirting with me?" She asks flatly, cutting through the bullshit. This is Gotham. Nobody has time for bullshit in Gotham.

Supergirl has posed:
Kara Danvers pauses a moment. "Sorta, maybe? She shouldn't have punched you. That was very rude," says Kara, pausing a few moments more. Adjusting her position to let Babs move around, she pulls her hands away from Barbara's midsection then to let her move away. And once that was done, Kara's arms go back around, both this time, to hug around Babs' belly and bring her up to herself in a warm hug.

Her attention goes to the television as she says that. "Yes, you did," she says. Briefly, she glances to Barbara as she tucks a lock of her blonde hair behind an ear, her smile growing wide as she moves to kinda touch Barbara's hair too. "You probably get this a lot, but you have pretty red... ah... what?!" she says, sounding surprised.

"I mean. No, I'm not. I'm just being, you know," says Kara, releasing her hold on Barbara's midsection. "Friendly?" she says, tilting her head just a little to the side.

Oracle has posed:
"You sure?" Babs isn't ignoring the other bits that Kara's said, but things have developed that have changed the nature of cuddling. She's a pretty good detective, afterall. Green eyes flicker around slowly, fingers still up against the side of the other womans temple where she'd tucked the hair back, but with the answer... it slowly starts to lower away to rest back against her own midsection.

Settling back against Supergirl, glancing at both of the uncalloused arms that unlaced from around her after her question, and then backwards. "I really like your hair." She says it quietly, squinting a little as if actively trying to lay it on a little thicker to test the existance of sharks in these here waters. "You're..." Something dangles there a second and then she lays her head back, turned to one side, to watch Ryan Reynolds when he's on screen.

"Sorry.. I didn't mean to make things awkward. Do you want me to move? I'll move... god, sorry.." She murmurs, rubbing her face suddenly and starting to slide forward as if she'll cross over to the otherside of the couch.

Supergirl has posed:
"Uh huh," says Kara at that, her cheeks flushing red as she looks up and around. Blue eyes looking everywhere /but/ Babs at that. Clearing her throat, then, she settles back in place. And her arms tighten up around Babs' midsection as the other woman lays her arms atop her own. "I'm um..." says Kara at that.

Now she was turning red, and she clears her throat, paying a great deal of attention to Mr. Reynolds - although a well-timed joke from the romcom makes her smile in spite of herself.

"No, you can stay there. It's okay," she says. "I like it - I promise," she says. And while she could keep Barbara in place, she was loosening her grip if she wanted to slip out of it, and move to the other side of the couch. "I'm Totes McGoats friends forever," she says, beaming a smile to the other.

Oracle has posed:
Babs chews her bottom lip with a glance at Kara, but doesn't continue sliding away. Rather, she slips back over and settles in against the other woman with her hands returned to Kara's smooth arms if she wraps them back around her waist. "I didn't mean to make it weird, I just like to be in the clear about what's going on.." She murmurs quietly, reaching up only to adjust her glasses, head tilt to one side to watch Ryan stumble around doing Ryan things!

After a second she leans over to grab her ice cream, since that's something to do with her hands, and scoops more of it into her mouth than is absolutely necessary for human consumption. This is why people get stomach aches, this is how it starts. "So... uh... yeah, uh... Robots?" Awkward, not unrepairable awkward, but enough awkward. At /least/ it's not from the otherside of the couch though.

Supergirl has posed:
A handful of moments. "It's not weird," says Kara. "Pinkie promise," she says. "You're just from Gotham, right? Get everything out in the open. And now it's out there, and fluttering on by, and we're still friends," says Kara, giving a big hug around Babs' midsection. Smooth arms and all.

One of Kara's hands goes to Babs', to interlace fingers together with one of Barbara's hands and give a squeeze.

"Do I need to sing the friend song?" she says, totally going full tilt into dorkland now.

"Robots - yeah. They're..." she says, at the subject change, kinda smoothly passing by the situation.

"A problem, although I haven't run into too many in the past few weeks," she says. "So maybe I need the help of the most bad-butt detective in Gotham," says the SuperGirl, giving a smile.

Oracle has posed:
"I don't know... /can/ you sing the Friend song?" Babs asks, dubious of whether she believes Kara is capable of said task, if not so much that she will do it. "I swear to god, if you sing like an angel ontop of bench pressing the empire state building.. I'm calling all the bullshit." It's a good natured tease with another spoonful of ice cream.

One of her legs is stretched out now, the other bent at the knee and jutting off to the side against Kara's. "Do you know who's sending the robots or is it mysterious agency like in the spy movies? I bet they apologize after they try to kill you, don't they? What gives with Canadians?" Drumming her spoon against her bottom lip.

"mmmm.. Well, now you're stroking my ego. You bring me one of their datacores and I'll see what I can dig out of it. At the very least a manufacturing number for their series.. which should lead to an assembly plant?" A side glance, tucking hair behind her ear with her thumb. "Which will probably lead down a rabbit hole of other leads until one day, years from now, we stumble upon their secret lair completely by accident..."

At least that's how it usually works in the Talkies.

Supergirl has posed:
"I can so sing like an angel and bench press buildings," enthuses Kara. "You want to hear? La la la!" she says, sounding goofy now. She actually didn't have an angelic voice, but it probably wasn't too too bad. And with one of her free hands, she was apparently done with her ice cream now so she was leaving it to become a soupy mess to the side, she starts to rock along with Babs, one side to another. "You're a friend. To me~ A friend~ To me~" she says.

And after that, she shows tender mercy, letting Babs stay still now. She brings her arms out from around her, though, her hands to rest upon her own knees and thighs, on either side of Babs.

And the blonde-haired supergirl turns her eyes back to the film. "Sorta? So the first time it was a Kryptonite robot. I don't know /where/ that came from, but it hit me after I was saving a plane. And I was coming back to Earth, and va-va-voom, this guy comes out of /nowhere/ and rams into me," she says. "And it had kryptonite spikes, and all I could do was get away. And I tried to find it again, but I couldn't," says the woman to Babs, over the movie.

"And the /second/ time was a bunch of robots that Lexcorp had made, and they were going to attack the city, and Lex was doing his blah blah blah they're malfunctioning and we've got to stop them thing and I couldn't be bothered to really think about it. He's such a jerk," she says.

"I don't think he likes me very much, is all," she says.

"If I run into the big kryptonitebot again, I'll tear off its arm or something for you," she says.

"And then you can do your thing, and when you find their secret base, I'll woosh in there, and before you know it?" Up comes her arms, to flex in the air behind Babs. "I'll take 'em all out."

Oracle has posed:
"Well aren't you just a Jenna of all trades?" Babs says with her back against Kara and a grin on her lips. She's mostly eating her ice cream at this point because it's there and after one final spoonful, sets it back on the table to curl up a little. One hand laid against a strong shoulder, cheek pressed against it facing the television, eyes squinting thoughtfully. If not at the movie, somewhere behind the movie screen, "I thought Kryptonite was crazy rare? Is it synthetic...? Are they duplicating it somehow?" That's a terifying thought...

"I don't need very much, but don't put yourself in the way of kryptonite for it..." Said with a glance up at Supergirl, one red brow perked slightly, "Which you will absolutely do anyways ... I'm just saying you don't have to ... which I guess you /do/ have to. Whatever, you know what I mean." Cheek back against her knuckles, fingers drumming a little to the tune now stuck in her head. Even humming a little, though she's not familiar with the words of this friend song. "You realize you're a gigantic dork, right?"

As if she's any room at all to talk.

Supergirl has posed:
"Or maybe it's not Kryptonite, it's just green and effects me the same way," says Kara. "He stabbed me in the shoulder with it," she says. Her usual chipper mood was fading with the member, her hand going to her shoulder to massage a point there. "I think there's still a little scar, actually. If we were to go back and talk about... you know, stuff," she says.

"Well. It has to be done. Because if there's a rampaging superrobo, it's not like I can wait for others to get there," she says. As Babs seems to follow. "I know what you mean, though. I'll try not to get stabbed by kryptonite robots again," she says with a sigh.

"...pot? Kettle?" she says at the last thing said. The movie was in a lull spot, so... she was fine with keeping her eyes on Babs.

"I mean, I think it's against the law to call /anyone/ a dork while wearing cartoon t-shirts. If it isn't, it is now," she says, nodding her head once.

Oracle has posed:
Babs glances at the shoulder in question, touching at the spot with two fingers, then settling back on her knuckles. At least until Kara mentions talking about stuff... One eye closed, she lifts her head and looks at the other woman, "What .... /stuff/?" Curiousity killed the bat... Not sure that's how that goes though.

"Hey, I retired my tights..." Said with a little smirk, hands up defensively, "I'm just the voice behind the screen now, babe." Pointing at her computer with a backwards lull of her arm over the back of the couch indicative. Ya know, so she doesn't have to sit up again. "So, isn't any pot over here, I practice what I preach!"

Nah, she really doesn't.

"I'll have you know these are /vintage/ pajamas.. unopenned since 94. So... neeeeeeegh..." She does sit up, this time to stick her tongue out at Kara and wiggle her head teasingly. "neeeeegh... Dork." One finger pushing her glasses back up.

Supergirl has posed:
"What! They haven't been washed since 94?!" exclaims Kara, a look of abject horror on her features.

With the movie having lost her attention, she leans away from Babs as well, scrunching up her face. "Scars, and you know, body things. Where when you hit your elbow against heads and it got all cool and calloused, and I get stabbed, and I don't, you know, scar up so much," she says.

"Except when I do. It's a little white spot," she says, bringing up her hand to her blouse that she was wearing. To draw it down and kinda show off her shoulder - perfectly smooth, except for, yes - a white spot next to her brastrap.

"See?" she says. "It just takes more to scar me, but I guess I can scar too," she says.

And once any observations were done, she lets the blouse go back into place.

Bringing up her finger, she makes pinchy fingers as if to grab Barbara's tongue. "Don't! I got super speed!" she says, not displaying her super speed as her crab hands threaten. "Dweeb."

Oracle has posed:
"Gah'uthagd burrrrrrth..." Babs swats at Kara's hand on her tongue, brow furrowed, eyes squinting in mock threat, "How 'dare' you Kara Danvers! The cheek!" Scooting around so she's on her knees, "I washed these yesterday, I'll have you know. I'm a supremely clean person." Except her computer desk, that is not clean, but it is a computer desk and shouldn't be.

She does look to this visible scar and lightly touches a finger to it, "Jeez, girl.. how about we work on your ducking, huh?" Now that's pot and kettle!

Then she's shifting around again, leaning back up against the other woman, "Who're you calling a dweeb, nerd?"

Supergirl has posed:
"Okay, I don't know if you know me or not," says Kara, lifting up both her hands as she returns her shirt into place. "But I'm kinda a big deal. Bullets bounce off of me and stuff like that, I don't expect stabbing to actually work!" she says. "Even with Kryptonite! I was bleeding /everywhere/, it was crazy," says Kara.

Of course Kara didn't keep ahold of Barbara's tongue for long, wiping it off on a small napkin. "Yeah huh," says Kara, turning her head to give a long, long look to the computer desk.

"Super. Clean." she says.

"I'm calling you a dweeb, doofus," she says, easily letting her lean back up against her.

Oracle has posed:
"Oh, yeah.. totally..." Babs slides back a little and hoists herself easily over the back of the couch without even stumbling! She might not be wearing the batgirl suit anymore, but she's still got the training right? Thankfully she lands on her left knee and not the still healing right one. "You want a drink? I've got water... juice... diet coke for Batwoman.. uhhhh.. can you even /get/ drunk?" Glancing over her shoulder, releasing her hair just for the purpose of retying it.

"I have some wine, anyways." As she passes the computer desk and for no particular reason what so ever, scoots all the trash from her desk into a trashcan brought over from the kitchen.

"See? Clean." Nailed it.

In the kitchen she goes to both replace the trashcan and grab a bottle of wine from one of the cabinets.

Supergirl has posed:
"I dunno. I haven't really tried," says Kara. "I think because if I got drunk, and I got the bad kinda drunk, it'd be kinda world ending terror, so it wouldn't be really responsible, I think," she says. "Can I borrow those She-Ra jammies?" she says. "I'll sleep on your couch, if it's okay by you," she says.

"And that wasn't cleaning. I mean, I could /lazer eyes/ it and that wouldn't be cleaning, not really," she says.

"It'd just blow it up."

Oracle has posed:
"Yeah, babe." Babs returns with a bottle of really expensive wine and a pair of glasses from the kitchenette attached to her almost studeo like apartment. If it weren't for the rediculous amounts of floor space and Alien technology tier security of the Clocktower, it could be any joint in Gotham.

"They're in the top drawer in my room." Pointing with the bottom of a glass, stepping right back over the couch to drop down lotus style on the cushion to pour them both an unnecessarily full glass. "But you definitely have to call them jammies for the rest of forever." There's some Ryan Reynolds on television (definitely, maybe), and two pints of half eaten ice cream (mint chocolate chip and Snickerdoodle... which has me wanting ice cream, thanks Kara).

"Help yourself. T-shirts are in the third drawer down."

Supergirl has posed:
"What! That's what they're called!"

Kara had brought no pajamas to a pajama party in the watchtower, and as such, these things required a little helping hand from Babs. And it was actually with a 'woosh' that Kara was soon in Barbara's bedroom, opening the top drawer and starting to change. Of /course/ she chose the She-Ra ones. It was required.

(I don't even know if there's such a thing as snickerdoodle ice cream BUT THERE IS NOW!)

Oh, and a roomy pair of sweat pants. Folding her clothes neatly, she moves to put them by the door.

Which means she is in an amazing position WHENNNNN...!

Wonder Girl has posed:
Cassie Sandsmark was pushing her flight as she streaked high above Gotham. She hadn't gotten the text message from Kara and Babs about the movie night at the Clocktower until her cell phone was back in a coverage zone. She sighed, but still brushed aside the idea of proposing to Diana a satelite/cell tower for Themyscira. She ducked into a darkened alleyway and quickly pulled on jeans and a tshirt over her costume before entering the Clocktower.

Once she reached the top floor, Cassie peered into the main area, looking all around for the other two heroines. "Hello?" she called out as she looked. And when Kara in the jammies comes into sight, Cassie pouts. "Oh man...the text didn't say it was gonna be a PJ party..." SIgh. "Sorry I'm late; long flight in from Themyscira. What's still on the watch list?"

Oracle has posed:
Babs attention jumps over to the sensor alarms, but when she sees who's on her monitored screen, grins rather than go into attack mode. The Clocktower's security comes down long enough for Cassie to get upstairs and finds Babs on the couch after having went to the kitchen for another glass, which she is just now filling with wine.

"Drank!" Held out to the blonde Amazon.

Adjusting her glasses by tilting her head down to push at them with her shoulder. "Dude, do you realize how many pairs of jim-jams I have?" Thumbing backwards with her free hand to her room, "If it's a cartoon from the late 80s to mid 2020s, I've got a pair of jammies of it."

Her job doesn't require her to go out much since she gave up the Batgirl mantle! Huzzah to lounge wear, amirite?

"We just finished Definitely, Maybe and I think... we're onto..." Lips puckered slightly, flipping through the various options with her toe against the remote, "Oh, hell yeah, Something About Mary."

Supergirl has posed:
"The Princess Bride - that's always an amazing one too," calls out Kara as she opens the door for Cassie. "Heyyy Cassie!" she enthuses, opening her arms to throw them around Cassie in a big, big hug. "And it's okay, we're mostly just being dorks. Well. Babs is, but don't tell her that," she stage whispers to Cassie at that.

And Kara most certainly wasn't flying. But she was letting Babs do the jump around acrobatics stuff - Kara wasn't going to flip over /anything/ and put things at risk.

But Kara, now Jammified, was moving back to the couches, picking up some of that mint chip now, and helping herself to it.

Human germs might have killed the creatures in the war of the worlds, but Kryptonians were made of more stoic stuff. At least she hoped.

Check back in a week, please. "I don't think I've ever seen Something About Mary, though. Is it one of your favorites, Babs?" says Kara, moving to flomp (it is a word) herself on the couch next to the redhead, her hand going behind her hair to brush her long blonde hair out.

Wonder Girl has posed:
Cassie returns the hug from Kara, and walks over to give Babs a hug as well, and takes the offered glass of wine, before heading to the 'dressing' area. "Well, Kara's already got the awesome jammies..." She sticks out her tongue playfully at the Kryptonian and gives Kara a wink. "Ummmm....80's toons....hmmmm..." She sips the wine while in thought and rifling through the collection of colorful flannel. "Okay, I'll go with My Little Pony..." She holds up a top with a group photo of the Mane Six hugging each other. Another sip of the wine, then she goes about taking off her outer 'civilian' clothes and her costume. "I haven't seen 'Something About Mary', either. But I've heard it's fun."

Oracle has posed:
"I'm not set on it no..." Babs says after returning Cassie's hugs, "Hey, babe. Good to see you! Feels like it's been forever and two days. No bueno, man, no bueno. Text a bitch or something." Teasing her with a little upper back swat on her way over to the room to pick out some jammies from Babs' seemingly endless supply!

"I unno, I could mess around with Princess B- Oh god, Labrynth?" Hands out, hands up, turning on the cushion to curl against Kara with her legs pulled up. She's propped enough she can still sip her wine though because priorities. So she does that, greedily.

"Crap... crapp.. crapp..." One foot out pushing the buttons on the remote with her toe. "Oh, heeeeey... 13 going on 30?"

Supergirl has posed:
And somewhere along the way, Kara had gotten a glass of wine too.

"Labyrinth? Oh, definitely!" she enthuses to Barbara at that. "But we /have to sing every song out loud/ if we watch that one, it's in the rules," says Kara to Barbara at that. "You're not a b-word, though, Babs, don't talk like that," says Kara, giving her a light tap on the nose.

Probably talking about the text-a-ahem line.

"The ice cream's almost all melted by the way. So if you want some ice cream soup or something, Cassie! You can have it!" she says.

"Oh, just pick something!" she says, reaching out her fingertip to tap the 'play' button. Whatever it was on! Kara was living /risky/ right now.

Wonder Girl has posed:
"Labyrith works," Cassie says as she hops to pull up the pajama bottoms. While her clothes and costume aren't neatly folded, they are scrunched together in a pile. Drinking the last of the wine, she brings the now empty glass with her to the kitchen as she repares to procure some cookies & cream ice cream. "Well, Kara...you know you could always blow on the ice cream to re-freeze it, right? And sorry about the radio silence. Dad wanted me to spend time with him in Olympus, so...I got beamed up." She sighs and shrugs. "And, 30 minutes after I got there, he was chasing nymphs for most of the time. Of course...I had to stay until the 'visit' was complete..." She sits down on the couch next to Kara, reaching back and setting her own blonde hair in a tail with a scrunchie. "Anyways, just glad to be back in civilization."

Oracle has posed:
Babs literally hopes it's Rambo.

Kara would deserve Rambo playing dangerously.

Alas, it is not. It's 13 going on 30 because dammit now that has to be watched.

"Metaphorically speaking, Kara..." Rubbing her palm at the nose tapping and repeating in kind, reaching up to doot Kara's snoot with two fingers, then curl up against her. "Cassie, get in here! Oh, there you are." Rolling on her side to watch the Amazon head into the kitchen, then flops back on her side against Supergirl.

"Hey, it happens, girl. An hour ago I had to interrupt a perfectly good pint of ice cream to update Red Robin on information for a case he was working.. We both get it."

One foot pats at the cushion she's half in, "Glad to have you back in Civilization. Got a whole bottle of wine too, if you want another glass."

Supergirl has posed:
Adrian!!!!

Wait, wait, that's the other movie.

With snoot dooted, she crinkles it up.

"Where'd you get the cookies and cream stuff?! Did you bring more ice cream?" she calls to Cassie. "Bring it here!" she says. With her left arm kinda flung around Babs's shoulder, letting the redhead curl up, now Kara kinda has a chance to sniff at the wine, frowning a little bit.

"It's the life of the superhero, you know. I could be gone in the NEXT MINUTE because there's robots or something that can lift bulldozers with one toe punching holes in the sides of buildings or something," she says.

"I'm kinda worried to drink wine, to tell the truth. It probably won't bug me, but /what if it does/, Babs. What if I turn into a drunk!" she says. "And I lazer eyes your roof or something," she says.

"That'd be terrible."

Wonder Girl has posed:
Cassie smiles and bumps her shoulder into Kara, opposite of Babs' booping. "Kara...you're like way tougher than me. I can handle regular wine, no problem. Now, the stuff Dionyssus was handing out...*that* knocked me for a loop with one cup. So, I think you'll be fine." She smiles and boops Kara's nose with the spoon from her ice cream, leaving a white smudge with chocolate particles. "But, it's totally up to you. You don't want to try it, you don't have to."

Oracle has posed:
Babs rolls so her head is pointed up at Kara, eyes rolled back, and forehead wrinkly to see her over the leany body cushion position she's in, "Yeah, babe, if you don't want the wine, that's more for me.. I definitely wont shoot laser eyes." Her's is empty anyways. That glass set aside, she reaches up as if offering to take it with a bobbing nod at Cassie.

"Isn't anybody here going to judge you if you don't want to booze it up and become a wino, flying around the streets looking for spare change and half burned cigarettes.." Gotham, it changes a person, "Do you, girl, I'm just here to provide the company... and the comfortable couch... and the high definition television streaming quality programming." Motioning around at all of these things.

Supergirl has posed:
As Cassie taps her nose with the magical ice cream, Kara crosses her eyes, looking down at her nose. Or trying to. Sticking out her tongue, she like... tries to reach her nose. But super long tongues weren't her superpower. Especially as Cassie sits on the sofa on the other side of her, nudging into her shoulder, jostling her between the two girls.

Yes, she jostles. It'd be no fun if she was just a WALL OF POWER.

Kara, though, to be polite, does take a sip of the wine, crinkling her nose afterwards, before she hands the glass to Babs.

"I mean, I wasn't going to mention what you're doing on the weekend, Babs, but now that you..." A beat. "You're here to do more than that, Babs. You're here to be... you know. Friends," she says, hugging her to herself.

Wonder Girl has posed:
"We're all here for each other," Cassie says, nodding in agreement. She shifts her body and stretches out her long, jammie-clad legs, propping her feet on the table. "We know what you have to go through, Kara. We know the pressures that are on you, even the ones you impose on yourself. And, we want to make sure that you can blow off a little steam in safety. Heck, each of us needs to be able to do stuff like this: kick back in jammies and watch movies while eating ice cream by the pint." She smiles at both Kara and Babs, nudging the Kryptonian again and briefly resting her head on Kara's shoulder.

Oracle has posed:
"Hell yeah, friends." Babs yawns into the back of her hand and flops over lazily across Kara, tickling playfully at Cassie on the otherside of the Kryptonian, "It's been a stupid week, can I just say that?" Stretching out so her own feet are dangling off the far arm of the couch after draining Kara's glass of wine and setting it aside. She slides down so her head is propped up on Supergirl's leg, arms up over her head, which is turned a little towards the tv.

"Got my ass kicked by a crazy person, turned in my armor, nearly broke my knee..." A lamenting groan, some of the surface tensions blown out in a heady sigh, "I really needed tonight and I bet both of you did too." Looking up and between them. "We should make it a regular thing, even if we're to busy to actually follow through. Saying I have something planned makes me think, maybe, I have a social life... which is kind of nice."

Supergirl has posed:
"What are you even talking about right now, Cassie?"

Kara crinkles her brow, looking from Cassie to Babs, and back again. "We're here having fun, and all," she says. "I'm being fun, aren't I?" she says to Barbara, sounding uncertain of the whole situation right now. And Kara could sound uncertain pretty easily. Leaning back as Babs reaches across her, she revenges Cassie's tickle attack with a little tickle up Babs' spine.

Well, maybe that's not really a tickle. But it was an intention!

"I'd like it to be a regular thing," she says. "A girls' night thing," she adds.

Being the centerpiece of the cuddlepile, Kara serves this duty with gladnes.

"I can get you out! I'm like... super popular up in Canada," she says. "I can fly you up there, you can meet my friends, drink at coffee shops and things, za za zoom!" she says.

"I'm not really... super popular. I'm kinda a dweeb when I put my glasses on," Kara says, kinda... narrowing her eyes at Babs and her glasses.

Wonder Girl has posed:
"I'm in," Cassie says with an eager raise of her hand. She again shifts her position, so that now her back is pressed against Kara and her legs are dangling over the armrest of the couch. "And Kara, you're popular everywhere. You just have a nice, low-key secret identity. You're not a dweeb in the glasses; you're adorkable." Cassie looks over to the two other girls and smirks. "And Babs has the whole 'Geek Goddess/Libraian' thing going on with her specs. I, on the other hand, don't have that kind of disguise." She sighs in disappointment. "I should probably get one, but..." she shrugs. "Nobody's recgnized me yet. Maybe it's a Goddess power or something: incognito-ness."

Oracle has posed:
"Geek Goddess/Librarian?" Curling her head back, Babs squirms just slightly against Kara's back tickle attempt and wrinkles her nose at the woman upon whom both others are leaning! Stop being the strongest person in the room, Kara! "I look like a Librarian? Really?" She rolls a little, swiping her finger into the mint chocolate chip soup and sucks it off.. which almost turns into a situation when two glasses of hastily drank wine hits her equalibrium like a suplex on concrete. "Whoa..."

A hand down to keep from falling off the couch, "I'm good!" Just kind of upside downish, legs on the couch, body... not entirely on the couch! "Help me up, I think I'm stuck!" She'd figure it out, but ya know how drank does.

"I've only been to Canada once!" From head down near the floor position, butt in the air, this is dangerous. She could definitely fall, seriously, not safe. "I saw no moose... moosi... moses? I'm a librarian, I should definitely know the ploural of mooses." No that's not it either.

"Haaaaaalp!" No leverage. No coordination.

Supergirl has posed:
"Well, I mean, of /course/ Supergirl is popular. But that's... different," says Kara.

"When I'm running around as Kara Danvers, I'm not popular. Supergirl's kinda a thing you know? It's like being popular as Batgirl. It's an idea, more than a me," she says.

"You kinda look like a librarian. I guess, you have glasses," says Kara, bringing up her right hand to pluck the glasses from Babs' eyes, to slide over her own. The prescription was obviously different (Because Kara didn't really have a prescription). "Um... wow. Okay. Librarian? Yes or no," she says, pointing at herself.

And while Babs might figure it out - Kara kinda... well, she had to be gentle.

So she kinda grabs Babs' by the belt, to kinda try to... okay. This was a weird situtation.

Kinda leaning so as not to just totally throw Cassie aside, and so as not to have Babs' entire weight held up by the belt, Kara starts scootching her hand around, to try... well... she was going to try to keep her from falling by lifting her up on her flat palm. At least providing a point of balance.

"Don't fall!" she helpfully provides. Assuming her weirdness didn't just... you know. Make her fall.

Wonder Girl has posed:
Cassie giggles at Kara's trial of Babs' glasses. "Total librarian," she says with a nod. But, in he meantime, Babs seemed to have gotten herself in a (not so) perilous situation. As Kara grabs the red-head by the belt, Cassie slips off the couch and manuevers in front of Babs, legs folded under her, and gently places her hands under the other girl's shoulders, Cassie looks down at Babs, grinning wide. "Hey," she says, her blonde ponytail flopping over her shoulder.

Cassie gently lifts Babs upright again, scooting in behind her and hugging her close as she helps to get the slight-inebriated Bat back on the couch. She also sits down on the couch, behind Babs, letting her stretch out between the two super-powered blondes.

Oracle has posed:
There was a fall in Babs' immediate future, but Kara is quick with the balancing hand to hoist her up with a palm in her abdomen... Rather than waste this opportunity, the former Batgirl straightens her arms and legs out as if she, too, can fly... which she most certainly cannot, but she's got super good core muscles, so nyeh.. "Eeeaaggle." She says with a sloppy grin, then pushes off into a backwards stumble, what's saved by a palm on the arm of the couch. "Okay, bad idea..." She doesn't have her glasses, cus Kara has her glasses, so she's squinting trying to fumble around.

"I think I should probably go lay down... I can't see." The quick two glasses of wine were probably a bad decision. "You two feel free to pull the bed out of the couch. It's crazy comfortable.." Where /are/ her glasses, blinking a few time until she just able to make out Kara with them. "oh, there they are.. on the Librarian where Kara should be." Slinking one knee, then the other, up to scoot close enough to pull them off of said superbrarians face and replace them on her own.

"Huzzah!" Wasn't she going to bed?

Supergirl has posed:
And whether or not Babs was going to fall, thank Hera or Zeus or whoever that she didn't keep that belt-grip.

Perhaps with Cass' assistance, Kara manages to get that hand against her abdomen, and bears Babs up.

That part was easy for Kara. What was a little harder was spreading her fingers out so that it wasn't like Babs was being punched in the gut.

Lucky that Babs had a athletic belly maybe. It's a mystery.

"Oh my gosh, Babs!" A beat. "You're flying!"

Lucky she didn't have to hold her up long enough. Nose scrunches up as the glasses are stolen back though.

"Okay," Kara says. Kinda... releasing the pressure as Babs finds her footing again. "Are you gonna make it up there, you know? Without falling over or something again?" she asks.

Wonder Girl has posed:
"Yeah. You need some help to bed and then someone to tuck you in?" Cassie asksas she straightens back up into a sitting position. "We all watch out for each other, right?" She reaches up to brush a few loose strands of her hair out of her face. The mention of Cassie and Kara sharing the pull-out bed in the couch does get a hint of a blush in Cassie's cheeks. Or maybe she's just flushed from 'rescuing' Babs. Who knows?

"Anyways," Cassie continues, "we can get you to your bed, then clean up the kitchen so there's no melted ice cream mess in the morning. But bedtime for Babs, definately." She smiles and helps Kara get their friend to a steady, standing position.

Oracle has posed:
"Bedtime!" Babs rolls over the back of the couch, which goes about as well as one might expect it to for someone who almost rolled off trying to scoop ice cream with their finger... only a longer drop and a harder hit at the end. "Ouch!" Expressed, not screamed.

The former batgirl crawls on all fours towards the bedroom, "I got this.. I'm good.." waving one hand backwards, "Don't worry about me." Been here before, she has. Besides, she knows exactly how many steps there are between every single object in this apartment. Where the weapons are hidden without thinking abo- Bang... her head smacks right into the door jam. "Shit... I'm good!"

Two feet to the left, through the doorway, up onto the bed to flop forward on her face with her glasses still on. "Nothing to see here!" And her headset still around her neck. Because Oracle is always on call.

Supergirl has posed:
"You can have the couch, Cass. I'll take an armchair? I can sleep anywhere," she says.

Technically she could woosh home, but it might be more neighborly to, you know. Sleep here. Like a normal person. "We'll clean up, and then snooze," she says. And like Cassie, Kara /offers/ to help Babs up, with a crooked arm.

But she kinda expected /the Batgirl/ to be able to get up on her own anyways. And lookit that, Babs did!

Well, she crawled.

Kara does bring her hand up to her mouth with a gasp as Babs swears, but she says.

A glance to Cass.

"She's good?"

It didn't sound like she /knew/. But regardless, Kara, in her jammies, moves to lean back on a reclining chair. "Leave the stuff, we can clean it up in the morning when it's an even worse stickier mess," she tells Cassie.

Supergirl has posed:
"Sweet sleeeeeeeeeep, Babs!" she calls up towards the bedroom, bringing up her hand to cup her mouth because 10 words or more is a thing I guess.