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The morning after is a hangover
Date of Scene: 14 August 2019
Location: Barbara Gordon's Apartment, Clocktower
Synopsis: Babs has a hanger over, Kara grabs them lunch, June is there to smell of drugs! Gotham City in a nutshell.
Cast of Characters: Oracle, Supergirl, June Connor




Oracle has posed:
Babs fell asleep with her slippers on. She fell asleep with her glasses on... she fell.. asleep... with her headset still around her neck.. so when she wakes up, her eyes have been mushied by glasses, her neck hurts like hell, and she's in the midst of a wine hangover. These are the worst kinds of hangovers.

"Oh god..." She groans to herself, flinging her body off the bed into a sloppy half landing crouch that begins the painful crawl out into the living room. At least until she finds her footing at the doorway, which she uses liberally for support.

"Oh my goooooooooooood... who let me drink the wine?" Is Kara even still here?! "Kara... oh muh gaaaaawd..." Annoyingly flopping over the couch to lay face down with her arms spread out every where, one foot up on the back of the cushions, "I feel like the dying is happening right now.."

Supergirl has posed:
And by this time, Cassie had probably scooted off, being one of the earliest birds to wake.

Kara, for her part, was not an earliest of birds. Except when she had to be. And what she had to be right now... well... she was allowed to sleep in sometimes, and her body was enjoying the opportunity. And with her head hanging off the side of the armchair, and one of her legs lifted up to one of the armrests, the girls' airway was in such a way, that... well.

She was snoring. At least until Barbara called out. Superhearing was a pain, sometimes. She had stirred away when Cassie left, briefly, and hearing Barbara's voice... well...

Kara lifts her chin, blinking blearily at Barbara as she flops onto the sofa, her SuperHair SuperMessy.

"Huh? What? Wine?" she says, her voice sounding thick. "I uh... I think you drank like two glasses. Are you..." Hangovers, she was familiar with them, even if she didn't suffer. "...can I get you anything to help with the dying?" she asks.

Oracle has posed:
Babs glances up from the cushion, red hair going in every direction except the same one as another, and her eyes all puffy. "Two glasses of one hundred dollar a glass wine, yeah..." One knee, then the other scoots beneath her so she can half lean, mostly drape, against the side of the armrest closest to Kara. "Where's Cassie?" Looking around as if the amazon may be hiding behind the television to pop out and give her poor headachy brain a fright.

As for the apartment... it's clear that at least one of them cleaned.

it is not unappreciated, but it goes unnoticed for now.

Because hangover.

"You snore." Her hand slaps in the direction of Kara's foot, but can't quite make the distance, so she's just waving at it. "You can get me a new brain.. baring that, there's advil in my bathroom.."

June Connor has posed:
    Where was June last night? Who knows? She was being June. She wasn't there when anyone got back, but the door opens to the loft, and in walks June, dressed for a night at the club. Her bleach and red hair was bleached nearly white for the night, and her earrings, nose rings, lip rings, and other rings are all in place. She wears a black skirt that is too short, a pair of black combat boots, a black...bra, and a short leather jacket that covers her. She...looks a little hung over herself.

    "Babs?" she calls out before she sees that her housemate is in a similar condition, or having even registered that there's anyone else in the Clocktower. We got any coffee?" she asks. She doesn't even like coffee.

Supergirl has posed:
It was probably Cass that did the cleaning.

But Kara, still wearing her She-Ra jammies, raises her chin up to observe Barbara a little more fully. "Only because... ow..." she says, bringing up her hand to rub the crick in her neck that came from sleeping in the weird position. With a little pop, though, everything was back in Order.

"She left earlier. She helped clean up, but then she ended up leaving."

Getting up, she was /about/ to woosh to the bathroom to get some advil, but, um... she looks to June.

"...I dunno if you do or not. I'm going to get advil?" she says. A beat. "Hi, I'm um... Kara. A friend of Barbara's," she says.

Another beat. "Can I use your shower?" she asks Babs. "I think I'm a little stinky."

Oracle has posed:
Babs squints up at June, one finger pressed against her lips, "Not so loud... brain melty.. I opened the expensive wine last night-" The hundred dollar a glass stuff, "-and drank a couple glasses." And now she is hungover. As happens. Her hair is a mess and it legit looks like she slept with her glasses on, probably face down, nevermind that she's STILL wearing her Oracle headset.

The redheaded hacker is laying half way off the arm of the overstuffed couch with one eye closed, definitely wearing her hangover out in the open. "June, Kara, Kara June.." Motioning back and forth, "June lives here." To the her blonde friend with a slow nod and a glance in the direction of her bedroom, "Yeah, babe.. Right through there." Pointing out the bathroom through the open doorway.

"Please bring advil when you come back?" Rubbing her temples as she shifts around so she's on her back with her head propped up on the arm of the couch and her knees bent, but sagging off to the sides. "Coffee would be magical, please AND thank you.."

Supergirl has posed:
And soon enough, the water spritzing on would be heard in the main room. Kara about to take a SuperLong shower.

June Connor has posed:
    "What?" June asks, her voice still loud. "Really. Damn, you leave any? I need a drink. Nothing says hangover like a couple shots of everclear. And it doesn't taste nearly as good as fancy wine." She rubs her head, walking past and not answering Kara. She gives her a strange look, as if she's from another planet. Oh wait. She makes her way to the kitchen.

    "I think I must still be drunk. PJ Max didn't sound like a total asshole for a second." She grabs a glass from the cabinet, filling it with tap water, and then chugging the whole thing, some even dribbling out the sides. She takes a gasp of air as she finishes, and then refills it. "And did somebody suck her torpedo chest out? Please tell me yes, it would make this the best day ever." She chugs the second glass like the first, taking another gasp for air when she finishes.

Oracle has posed:
"Huh?" Babs is laying with both her hands covering her face and may have tried drift back off only for June's loud voice to rouse her back into the nightmarish hell that is her hangover, "Yeah, I just had a couple glasses.. most of the bottle is still in the fridge." Hopefully Cassie knew to put it away while she was cleaning.

It also takes a second for her to put two and two together about PJ Max... she's not working with all her braincells full charged, afterall. "Oh, Kara? Yeah, that's where she and I met.. I thought she was Peej.. but to be fair, she was cosplaying as her at a convention." Secret identity securedish!

Usually she'd snicker or laugh a little at June's boisterous manner of describing the super powered BoP, instead she grunts, "You know how to work that coffee machine, right? Think you can hook a sister up? I'm dying in here."

June Connor has posed:
    "Wait, you don't even know that girl?" June asks, a scowl of judgment on her face. "Babs, she could be wiring the place to blow right now." Of course, jumping out on a ledge is how June ended up here, hardly someone who earned much trust to begin with. Maybe that's why she's skeptical.

    "Yeah," she says, pulling out the filter, and grabbing the coffee to fill it. She takes her glass, and fills it a couple of times, and dumps it into the coffee machine, then hits brew. "So for most people, a couple means two," she comments. "You don't look like you're two glass drunk."

Oracle has posed:
"Dude." Babs waves her hand in a flampant sort of motion in June's direction, "I'm well aware of security risks, she's been vetted. All is well.." Finally she reaches up to pull her headset from around her neck and toss it sideways on the table. "We've known each other for years, we just /met/ at a convention."

The hacker continues to rub her forehead, right above her left eye, "Two glasses is enough if you chug them and don't drink often... or eat enough... or take a couple shots when nobody's looking." Or just wanted to interject some fun into a situation with creative licensing. "Where have /you/ been all night anyways?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Working," June answers, she reaches into her skirt hem, and pulls out a small bag with a dose of Hook in it. "Found some of the dealers at a night club. Did what I could to find out where they get it."

    The sound of the boiling water gargles in the machine, and she grabs another glass, filling it with water for Babs before wandering back to the couches. She passes the glass off to the other. "Drink this, it'll help," and then flops face first into the other couch.

Oracle has posed:
Babs glances back over her shoulder with one closed eye and another squinting at June, "Is that Hook?" She murmurs with a dry, gross tasting mouth. The offered water is taken and guzzled down, some spilling down either side of her mouth in the process, only to be wiped away with the bottom of her t-shirt.

"I've wanted a sample.. I got a whole butt load of information off the NYPD and GCPD crime database, but they don't have the labs necessary to break down the chemical compound..." Her other hand is held out towards June, "Unless you've got other plans for it? I think I know how we can work up a ... well not a cure, but a stop gap for one. Like methidone for heroin."

June Connor has posed:
    "It's called narcan," June says, face still in the cushions. "Been killing buzzes for years." She turns her head so her voice will be more clear.

    "And unless you wanna try it out, I didn't have any other plans. Everyone says it's pretty good shit. I bet Karai's pissed as hell about it. I can just see her rage tantrum now." She gives a little laugh, the mental image passing through her head.

Oracle has posed:
"It doesn't work on Hook, babe." Babs wiggles the baggy if it's given to her and glances up at the computer with her lip tugging up between her teeth, "I really need to get with my contact ... see if they can't synthesize something stronger now that we've got a sample." She'd prefer something pure, unstepped on.

Beggers can't be choosers.

"I bet she is.." Glass returned to the cabinet after she's watched it out, stumbling into the kitchen with a little hip bump directed June's way. "How you doing, anyways? Feels like ages since we hung out and you live here..." They're busy women. Shit happens, right?

June Connor has posed:
    "Then it ain't a narcotic," June says. "Narcan works on every narcotic. Some other shit in it." She shrugs helplessly from the couch. "Let's see, got some lady named Elektra who wants me to be traind to be a more awesome ninja, has some personal beef with the Shredder." She pushes up from the couch, and flips herself onto her back. "I dunno. I'm supposed to hate him and all that, I can't really say that I do one hundred, y'know? I mean, I was part of that for years. I know he's big bad evil to you guys. When he was dead? I got so mad. Now he's supposed to be alive again."

Oracle has posed:
Babs pulls the pot from the coffee machine before it's finished and pours herself a mug, then offers it over out to June to fill one for her, as well. "I've a similar situation resently.. someone I'm suppose to hate, but also suppose to care about..." She shakes her head and sips the black beverage without adding anything to the mix. "I don't really know /what/ it is, which is why I need a sample. All I know for /sure/ is that once you take it, you are definitely addicted. I saw its effects first hand down at Lee Thompson's clinic... tons of folks aren't coming back from it." Heroin epidemic.. on heroin.

June Connor has posed:
    June, for her lack of education, is fairly well versed in drugs. "Well, most addictive drugs have some form of stimulant. At least the good ones, never got why people like downers. Anyway, if it's like heroin, it inds opioid receptors in the brain, make you feel like the shit so much, it's hard to not feel like the shit when it wears off."

    She forces herself up from the couch, and walks back to where the coffee and Babs are. "So you got a boyfriend?" she asks, as if such was the implication of the confession. "When did that happen?"

Oracle has posed:
"I know." Babs is usually a bit more verbose, definitely a little less snippy, but she's hungover and it's showing in her crabby attitude. Rubbing at her temples after pushing her glasses up on her brow, she tries to wash some of that nauseating taste down with another long drink of black coffee. The bitter taste usually just what the doctor ordered.

It is not as effective this morning.

"Nope." Said in response to having a boyfriend, "Barely have time to take care of myself, much less someone else's ego." Her glasses fall back into place on the bridge of her nose, "When did what happen?" Oh, Lee Thompson, she squints a little and shrugs, "Week ago? Two... I got my ass kicked by Stockholm and needed some lowkey stitches on the bounce." No better place than the Narrows, Doctor Lee Thompson specializes in disgression.

June Connor has posed:
    "Lee Thompson, not your boyfriend. Got it. Good looking?" she asks. The twisted grin says she enjoys the interrogation. She grabs the mug poured for her, and takes a slower sip, wincing. "Don't we got any of that like, carmel vanilla shit that makes this not taste like you're drinking a liquified tire?"

Oracle has posed:
"What the hell are you talking about, June?" Babs climbs over the back of the couch, wiggling her mug in the direction of the fridge, "Yeah ... caramel frap creamer in the door." Said as she drops down in the cushion to take another long drink of straight black coffee because liquified tire is precisely what the hangover ordered.

Supergirl has posed:
And yes, that was signing in the shower. "Doo doo doo do doo, Miss Jackson!"

And the water, finally, finally shuts off in there. The water bill is likely going to be outrageous, but effectively... maybe a half hour of time has passed?

And now the sounds of a hair dryer. "I'm sorry for not saying hi, earlier!" she shouts through the door. "I'm Kara, one of Barbara's friends!" she calls.

"Oh, can someone get me my blouse and skirt! I left it folded on the stand by the door. Unless it's a pajama all day today day."

June Connor has posed:
    June glances in the direction of Kara's voice. She is not the one that fetches people's clothes for them. That would be way too considerate. "She wears pajamas?" she asks Babs with a slight condescension, fully unaware that superhearing is present that might allow her to be heard. She opens the fridge, and finds the creamer before pouring it in liberally.

    "I don't think you're that dense, Babs." She drops the cream back in the fridge door, and closes it. "So Lee, this guy you 'care' about," she accompanies the words with air quotes.

Oracle has posed:
Babs is, herself, wearing pajamas at this very moment. Land before time pajamas at that. hearing Kara, she pops up from the couch and steadies herself, and goes off to grab the folded clothes on the table by the door. "Lee Thompson is a doctor down in the Narrows. I care about her in the same way I care about everyone..." Furrowing her brow at June, "Oh..." she tracks what's going on and shakes her head.

"The two situations are unrelated. My dad has a new gal, who I can't stand, but I have to pretend to because he likes her." dad being a loose term. Cus she aint talking about Jim Gordon.

"Hey, Kara, I got your clothes." Holding them in through the door with her shoulder up against the frame and her squinting gaze directed into the apartment proper.

Supergirl has posed:
And a slightly damp arm swooshes out to collect the small gathering of clothes - blouse, skirt, stockings, and underthings, of course.

"Thanks, Babs!" she says, before the door closes again.

And yes, she had superhearing. So a lot of this was going on without her acknowledge, except that bit about. "Hey! I don't wear jammies /all the time/. But we were having a movies and chat kinda situation," she says.

Supergirl has posed:
She says these things, of course, yelled through the bathroom door.

June Connor has posed:
    "Damn," June says with a stick out of her lower lip. "I was hoping to finally get something juicy on you. I shoulda known better." She takes a drink of her coffee. "I'm gonna go sleep, because I sure as hell didn't get any last night," she comments. She leaves the implications to the imagination.

Oracle has posed:
Babs returns to the couch after handing off Kara's clothes and lifts a hand in a wave to June, "Don't be loud, my head hurts." Go to sleep has loose meanings with a roommate like June. While alone, the hacker lays her head back on the couch and craddles her still hot mug in both hands, leaching warmth to try and wake up the dastardly hung parts of her brain.

Supergirl has posed:
And Kara steps out. Wearing her clothes properly now, and brushing out her hair with a SuperBrush she had remembered to bring.

A bottle of pills was in her non-brushing hand, though, and she steps towards the couch, offering the bottle to Babs. "You still feel bad, Babs?" she asks, ruffling her shoulder afterwards. June was given a smile. "Hey again. I'm Kara!" she says, with a little chirp, and lifting her hand up in front of herself with a wave.

Supergirl has posed:
The hand with the brush in it, but beggars can't be choosers, after all.

June Connor has posed:
    "Good to meet you, Chippy," June says in a monotone. "I'm June, I'm very happy to meet you." She starts to head toward the stairs to the upper loft, saluting with the coffee. Super senses might pick up a residual of marijuana, cigars, cigarettes, and alcohol on her body. She should probably be going to the shower first, but instead, she's asccending the steps. "I'm gonna crash, if nobody's dying, don't wake me."

Oracle has posed:
Babs reaches up to take the offered bottle and works at getting the cap off with both hands. Her mug settled between her legs as she shakes a few tabs out into her palm, which she tosses in her open mouth, and washes down with black coffee. "Like death, yes." She groans, head lulling backwards against the cushion behind her, one eye turning over towards Kara. "Sit, I'll brush your hair for you." Waving a hand, patting the cushion infront of her. As if she's the upperbody strength for such a task... "Don't mind June." Said to her blonde friend, "She's good people." Otherwise she definitely wouldn't be living in the Clocktower, right?

Supergirl has posed:
"Is that when you were born?" asks Kara of June. "In, you know, June?" she says.

"Nobody will be dying, promise!" she calls up to her. Although in a smaller tone. "Well. Unless, you know. Robots break in or something," she says, her brow narrowing just a bit as she looks after June. "And you know, uhm. If you need any help with anything, you can let me know?" she says.

"And I can tell," she says to Babs. "But is she in trouble? She... uh..." Her voice lowers again, as she takes a seat in front of Babs. "...smells weird," she admits to Babs, keeping her back to the other woman as she sets herself on the cushion.

Oracle has posed:
Babs wiggles her hand in a so-so gesture at the question of whether June is in trouble, "Depends on the night, but generally... yes. You heard of the foot-clan?" Glancing back at Kara again, not moving much for this purpose so much as turning her eyes to the side to look in her direction. "She use to work with them.. I don't want to out her or anything, but she's on our side now." She takes another long drink of her coffee, then sets it aside so she can unbend her legs to make a proper seat for Kara.

Her hand goes over her shoulder for the brush.

"Probably cigarettes, pot, and booze. She goes out a lot." This doesn't seem the least bit concerning to Babs. This is Gotham, everyone here has some kind of hangup right?

Supergirl has posed:
"Ah. I have not. They sound like... ninjas, though," says Kara. "Or maybe Yakuza?" she says, lowering her voice, as she continues. "I smelled marijuana on her," she says. "And other drugs," she adds. "And something... that I do not think I've ever smelled before."

And once there was space enough for that proper seat, Kara moves to sit within it, bringing up her fingers for a brief, very brief tickle to the bottom of her foot.

"Aren't you worried about her for taking all of those things? She must be very unhappy if she has to do drugs to function," she says to Barbara.

Oracle has posed:
Babs nods slowly at the description of the Foot clan, "I'm pretty sure they're all of those things.. they have a pretty solid grip on the underworld right now.. all over the tri-state." Laughing a little at the tickle, if painfully when her head complains, and curls her toes instinctively. "Maybe not Yakuza.. seems like their own gig. Run by a guy named The Shredder."

Which would be a strange name for a boss if it weren't a land of superheroes.

"Of course I am. I've tried to talk to her about it, but I haven't gotten far with June. Usually the conversation shuts when I start prying." Babs feet wrap around Kara's and, sans a brush, she just lays back against the cushion behind her. "I don't really care if she smokes pot, but if she's screwing around with harder stuff? That could be problematic." Like hook. There's a baggy of it laying on the table actually.. and is definitely one of the smells that was coming off June.

Supergirl has posed:
"The underworld?!" says Kara, frowning. "Like crooks and thieves? Here?" she says. Of course, one of the reasons the Underworld existed was if anyone was too blatant about something, superheroes swoop in from all directions.

So maybe they needed the Bat people for stuff like that.

"The Shredder," she says, repeating that term. "He sounds... nice?" she asks.

"Like... he probably shreds people, and that's how he got his name," she says, settling comfortably back into Barbara when she makes that little place for her to sit. "Does she know about, you know? Me?" she says.

"I'm okay with people knowing it, I just... want to stay normal when I can. I don't get it very much," she says.

Eyes track to the baggy. "That stuff on the table there. I smelled it on her hands, I think," she makes a gesture to the baggie.

Oracle has posed:
"Yeah." Babs is still working on a low battery setting, but not so low as to completely take herself out of the conversation, "All of it... or enough to be problematic, anyways. Got a lot of officials across the Tri-State in their pocket.. Criminals walking on major crimes.. the next day. That's why Gotham has been even more busy than usual." There's a lot of criminals and none of them stay locked up... longer than they usually do.

The comment about the shredder, however, earns a quiet snort and both of Babs' arms go around the blondes waist, cuddling her back against her a little. "I'm sure he's a proper gentleman. Making sure everyone has proper servings of their fruits and vegis." She muses amusedly through her eyes remain closed.

"I didn't say anything... about you I mean. I told her you looked like Peej.. because you do.. but that we met at a super hero convention a few years ago." Her head comes off the couch to rest her forehead against damp blonde hair. Turning a little to eye the baggy.

"She smelt like Hook... but she's not acting like she's taking it. You'd definitely know. It's... very intense. Instantly addicted.. one hit has people addicted to it like ten or twelve years worth of heroin."

Supergirl has posed:
"Oh," says Kara.

There was a quiet little bit of moment, before Babs hugs her back to herself, warm hugs given as a smile springs anew onto Kara's lips. "I don't think so. I think he is saying that because he wishes to shred people," @me says. Unfolding her arms, she lays them on Barbara's, giving a little squeeze of the same.

"Yeah, well, she's basically me, except... we're so totally different in just about every way I know. We just look the same," she says. Her hair smelled crisp and clean, of course.

"So if that stuff is so dangerous - why do you have it there?" she asks, her brow growing thoughtful. "I can just zap that baggie from here, you know," she says.

Oracle has posed:
"You're probably right." About Shredder, Babs grins slightly. She actually /knows/ she's right, but the game is fun and makes her forget about her splitting headache. The crisp clean smell of Kara's hair is helping, too. "Guy doesn't take over the underworld without shredding at least one person, right?"

Her head cranes into a forehead to back of head nod, "She thought you /were/ Peej at first. I had to think quickly, that's what I came up with." Arms loosen from around Kara so Babs can flop backwards against the stuffed cushions of the couch.

Again eyeing the baggy, "I need it. I'm going to take it to a lab and try to break down the chemical chain.. then run it through analysis machine and see if I can't produce something to block the effects in people taking it. It's crazy potent and... has killed a lot of people." She frowns a little, rubbing a knuckle into her eye, beneath her glasses, "It would go a long way to fixing this epidemic."

Supergirl has posed:
Well, of course there is a game to this. "Maybe he shreds prices, and he took over the underworld by making things cheaper and more efficient?" she offers back to Babs, bringing up her hand and waggling a finger just so, her smile sparking bright upon her face.

So the back of the head nod hits the side of her head, really. And although Babs flops back, Kara kinda grabs her shins a bit, folding them around her middle, and sorta... tugging and playing with the sweatpants there.

"You're going to make an antidote for it, and stop people from getting addicted," she says. A beat. "Karen wears her hair short, though, and I let mine go free! And she's way more serious, and way curvier. Not that I'm not curvy, it's just... you know she /is/ me, sorta? From another universe?"

Oracle has posed:
"Shredding prices..." Babs laughs, regretting every bit of the laughing, but laugh she does all the same. "Gosh, you're adorkable."

With her legs curled in around her superfriend, Babs reaches up to wraps arms around her chest, over the shoulders, and tugs a little, mumbling something incoherent and more or less nonsensical.

"Something like that yeah. More of a... like... methadone. I don't think I have the ability for a cure or antidote, but a temporary fix to keep users from dying immediately is optimal." More mumbling, barely coherent, "Conversation about interdimensional travel is outlawed until after I've had breakfast. Besides, you're definitely cuter."

Supergirl has posed:
Kara wasn't sure how much she really wanted to talk about business with these good hugs she was getting. Up come her hands, to hook over the arms folding across her. As she slowly, slowly lowers herself down.

Kara didn't /weigh/ much, but she was always very, very very very careful about just /throwing/ herself at things. Especially someone squishy beneath her. And so, she ends up on her back to Bab's front, looking at the ceiling.

Her hair was probably sliding in Babs' face.

"That sounds awful," she says. "...and what are you hungry for? I can woosh someplace and get something nice, if you feel like eating in while eating out," she says. "But I like orange juice, toast, and vegetables for breakfast, too."

Oracle has posed:
Babs is rather quite enjoying the hugs herself, certainly a change of pace to having June strolling around naked or absolutely silence while she works. Besides, she's a hangover and there's no better cure for a hangover than hugs... that or scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. From a greasy spoon dive joint that has a nice well used grill.

The thought has her mouth watering. "Man, there's this place in the Bowery.. their eggs taste like bacon.. and I wasn't hungry before, but now I'm very hungry... and eating in while I'm eating out, huh?" Nudging a shoulder, deliberately misrepresenting what Kara meant.

At least the advil is starting to kick in.

Her headache is fading a little.

"Whatever you want is fine. I would usually offer to cook, but... I'm comfortable and the thought of getting up right now makes me feel neaseous."

Supergirl has posed:
"Uh huh," says Kara.

"The Bowery isn't too too far away, and I can just run on over there and back. If I put it in tupperware or something that'll stop it from getting cold from the air and stuff. And it'll probably be like... super scrambled by the time I get back, but eggs can roll around and still be eggy," she says.

"...if you like scrambled eggs, that is," she says.

With her shoulder nudged, "Well, no... I mean, that'd mean you're taking your own food to a resteraunt, which would be kinda rude," she says, kinda comfortable where she is.

"I'm going to get some eggs and toast from this place. I mean they'll have to cook it and all, but I can bring you back some too?" she says.

Oracle has posed:
Babs laughs and shakes her head against the cushion, "Don't ever change, Kara."

Squeezing humnaly strangthed around her friends shoulders, "Alright, if you want to go pick something up. Just give me a second and I'll phone it in." She releases her gal-pal and slips up from the couch with a leg coming straight up and over the top of Kara's head. She turns in the process and hops over the back of the couch with just a little stumble towards her cellphone, the newest model Waynetech Prometheus, to send off a call. "Yeah, I'd like to pla-" Blah blah blah.

It takes all of ten minutes, max and she's up over the couch to drop down beside Kara, "lean back, head in lap time." She's already going down like she's going to pillow one of K's thighs. "You got anywhere to be today? No cats in trees or anything, right?"

Supergirl has posed:
"I mean, this afternoon I have class," @me says, leaning back against the seat. "And it won't take me too long to dash over there and get it - probably more time for them to make it," says Kara, glancing over her shoulder back towards the phone. "Oh my goodness, is that /Waynetech/?" she asks. "The new one?"

Waggling her hand towards it, "Lemme see it, what are the new features?!" she asks.

And so Kara's attention was mostly on that as Babs gets some thigh time. But her free hand draws down to kinda brush through Barbara's hair.

"How about you? There's probably stuff /all the time/ you gotta deal with."

Oracle has posed:
"Mhmm..." Babs holds the utilitarian black phone up for Kara to take, "Hasn't officially hit the market just yet, so don't tell anyone you saw this." Wiggling it at her between her fingers with a little grin and closed eyes.

A grin that all but disappears as Kara starts coming back through her hair like that... She opens her eyes, then rolls them back into her skull with her tongue jutting out the side of her mouth. "Holy crap... okay, you have two days to stop doing that.." She jokes. Shivering a little at the sensation of someone's fingertips moving across her scalp.

"There.. yeah.. kind of. I have a contracted meeting with a client at four, but I can do it over videochat if I have to." Which is another way of saying she fully intended to do it over videochat anyways. Babs doesn't leave the 'office' very often.
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Supergirl has posed:
"Do you watch netflix and stuff on your phone?" asks Kara, glancing down to it. And then up towards the television. "I mean, you have Babsovision there, I don't see why you would," says the woman, scrolling through it. She wasn't being a snoop, not really, but kinda? She was heading for the camera.

Holding it up above her head so that it looks down on them both, she says, "Selfie?" And sticks out her tongue, making a weird face.

Of course, it was about that time that she notices the reaction Babs was having to her fingers. "Aww, Babs," she says, an honest smile on her face as she keeps those nails brushing through her scalp. "I know I said it before, but I am so jealous of your hair. Red is such a fun color, do you like it?" she asks.

Oracle has posed:
Babs puts on a weak smile for the camera, one squinting eye, face puffy, she looks about as terrible as someone would expect. "Sometimes.. I have it programmed to acces the ..." She points off to the massive computer, "Mobile access is good if I have to check something on the fly or relay information when I'm out of the Clocktower..." Which isn't often, but she does have the occational meeting with her agents at her security firm.

She yawns wide and stretches out across Kara's lap, grabbing for a wrist, making little baby noises up at the Superheroine trying to get her to keep combing fingers through her hair, "I didn't use to." She admits, pulling off her glasses after another yawn, and setting them off on the table. "Got teased a lot in high school, but now it's grown on me... literally and figuratively. I always wanted to be a blonde, though."

Supergirl has posed:
It wasn't until Kara checked that selfie that she realized...

"Um. Hmn," she says. Finger hovers over the delete function, and she glances back down to Babs. "You wanna keep it? It isn't your... best look," she says. "I kinda wasn't thinking," she says.

Either way, she moves to set it onto a side table. The way Barbara was making little noises makes Kara 'awww'... "You're so adorable like this, Babs. And you're so badbutt all the other times, so..." she coos. Continuing with the brushes through her long hair.

"I like being a blonde!" she says, enthusiastically. "Kids can be mean, too," she says. "I bet more guys than not just /love/ your hair now." she says.

Oracle has posed:
Babs turns the phone to look at the selfie and grimaces uglily, "God now, desummon that demon!" Shouting, which probably indicates her head isn't hurting nearly as bad as it was. "Be gone, demon photo!" Flicking both hands at it. She doesn't dare move from her laying position though, ney, she wiggles her head back and forth to get more comfortable... and then melts straight away upon having her fingers curled again.

A long sigh practically deflats her already flat tummy and she drops her arms to her side like a dead person in the movies. "Nah, not that cute. Just... okay maybe a little cute." She muses, still remembering that god awful picture of her.

One eye peels open to stare at Kara, "Yeah, I guess." She says, then closes the eye. "Not really interested, though." So she keeps saying.

Supergirl has posed:
"Oh no!" says Kara. She mimes a cross with two fingers, and with a button, exorcises the picture to the pit it came from. "Gone /forever/ Babs, don't worry anymore," says Kara.

Of course, she had looked good in it, but it took an awful lot to start chipping away at the SuperPerson's skin or general mood.

Which was part of the whole Kryptonian problem, really. But maybe someone had been talking too much to Lex!!!

Anyways. "You're cute. I mean. It's not pretty, with the hangover face, but... you're adorable in other ways. It's making my heart melt," she says.

"It just... um... doesn't take pictures well."

"Yeah, I get that. Guys like talking to me a lot too," she says. "But it can be so hard to find a good one," she sighs, her brightly blue eyes going skyward. "And maybe it's me that's the problem, you know?"

Oracle has posed:
Babs scrunches up her face at the mental image of the photo resurfaced, but once it has disappeared into the nether, she settles completely against Kara with a bemused grin. More so with fingers running through her red hair, "I am not hard on the eyes, I know, but I wouldn't say I'm turning heads either." She grew up mousy and boyish by most estimations of /that/ word. Didn't develop feminine curves until almost 18 and still hasn't gotten use to having them all these years later.

She's still that ugly duckling in her head, ya know?

"That's because boys are... boys." She finally finds the right word to describe them with a quieted snort, "The older I've gotten, the less interested I've been... Now, don't get me wrong, I like a pretty man as much as the next gal, but that's all it is: appreciation. Their opinions and mine rarely line up.. I'd much prefer to date a woman." Without opening her eyes, arms stretched back across Kara's legs, "At least I'd have some idea double u tea eff is going on in their head."

Supergirl has posed:
"I think you're really pretty," says Kara. "And what I like about you is that you're comfortable, too. I don't get the feeling that you would... you know. Be judgy if I'm having a not so Super day and show up in jammies," she says. "Not like June, who was super judgy," she says.

"But beyond the hair, I like your eyes, too," she says.

"Well. I don't think boys are /bad/, persay," she says. "But there's definitely a certain different vibe with them. If you wanna make a boy happy, you have to let them take the lead, make the decisions, and things, and kinda follow along with that," she says.

"And somedays, I kinda just like going out there like 'rar, seize the day'!" she says. "And finding a guy okay with that is kinda rare," she says. "And I dunno. Some idea, sure, but... women can be harder to deal with sometimes too. Like all my friends are girls, mostly, but," she says. "There's times where things get a little too emotional or whatever and it's like an explosion of suck."

Oracle has posed:
Babs opens her eyes, especially when they're mentioned, to look up at Kare with a red brow raised slightly, "Half the time I'm already in jammies by the time you'd get here... the hell would I even say? Really? What does that judgement sound like... stop doing the exact thing I'm doing!." Wiggling a finger up at Kara with a playful stern face.

The hand drops backwards across Kara and her eyes begin to slide closed, sucking up the attention like a sponge in water with a little grin. "You're a very pretty woman, Kara.. just the most wonderful eyes blue eyes. You look at someone and they know they can trust you, not just because they're nice to look at, which they are for the record, but because you can 'feel' the kindness coming off you."

Then she's quiet a moment, considering Kara's take on the 'topic' of dating the various genders, "I guess. I guess it's just about finding the right person that fits whatever you're attracted to. I don't know." Her shoulders jerk in a shrug, "I've seen both mountain tops... or tried anyways. Haven't really had a lasting relationship since I was 18. I wont let a boy take lead just to appease his ego and I wont coddle a girl because I think it's patronizing.. I'll probably be single forever."

Supergirl has posed:
"See, exactly! And some of the girls I hang out with... like even my sister, who I love, and do snuggle stuff with just like this," says Kara. "If it's not jammie time, we're always dressed nice, makeup on, hair done, everything," she says. "Which is fine but makeup can take so long! But with my superhair, it's a little less... at least, I don't need a lot of product. Sometimes, I guess, it gets 'fritzy', and I can use a little something something to calm it down," she says.

"But if I brush it, it's usually okay," she says.

As Babs starts to kinda doze off, there was the skritching hands again, to slide down the top of Bab's scalp. She liked seeing her get those cute little smiles and everything, and her smile sparks up on her lips again.

"Aww. Thank you for saying so. I try," she says.

"And I think that's the end of it. I mean, I'm probably going to end up with a boy, but if the right girl swoops along..." she says, biting her lower lip, briefly, as she looks down to Barbara's face.

Another moment, and her cheeks flush, briefly. "You know. Single forever doesn't sound /bad bad/, sometimes."

Oracle has posed:
There's those fingers sliding back through her hair again and Babs is stretching out with a little cat like mew sound in her throat and a big grin on her probably a little pale face. Her fists stretch out, then swing up as if grabbing for Kara's upper arm without opening her jade green eyes.

"I don't mind getting all fancy, but it feels like something that should be a treat, not a norm.. If I have to butter the bread for someone to be interested in it, I don't really feel like that's condusive to a constructive and equal relationship anyways. When I put on makeup I want whoever I did it for to know full well I did it for them.. If that makes sense?"

One eye peels a little, "You have gorgeous hair... and I'm sorry it's so complciated for you to manage.." As if indicating, she reaches up to try and run her fingers through said blonde hair.

Then there's a pitch of silence and her eye slides back closed, "Hypothetically speaking, tell me about this right girl?"

Supergirl has posed:
Kara did like that. And although Babs' blind grab was, well, blind, she'd probably end up at Kara's noodley (not really) upper arm. In fairness, Kara was kinda naturally athletic, but she didn't get hard and defined. She stayed kinda soft and fluffy and that was apparent here.

"Okay, I have a secret," Kara says, arcing the arm that Babs was grabbing for back, to catch her hands with her own, letting her fingertips glide along Babs', if the other girl didn't just, you know, go for the honk on her arms.

"I /love/ dressing up nice and going somewhere nice, and just, you know. I dunno. I think it feels like a princess, but that's not it. I just love feeling magical and special and other things," she says. "Which... sounds weird considering I have lazer eyes, I know, but..."

Kara sighs out. "And it's okay. I'm happy with my hair," she says. "And um... the right girl," she says, looking thoughtful.

"Someone who likes kids, and... someone who likes to hang out with me. Like a friend, first, I guess, that's really comfortable. And so comfortable that she's cool with love, and stuff," she says. "Oh, and a dog person," she says. "That's vital."

"How about you? Perfect guy or girl?"

Oracle has posed:
Babs hand is easily manipulated away from Kara's arm, it seems more like she was just reaching up to slide her palm lightly there rather than grabbing hold to see if she's got the strength to keep a Super-Girl from moving... Obviously she does not. Barbara Gordon aint no dummy.

Besides it leads to her palm being touched and another little mewing sound, legs strething out with her back pushing upwards a little, "That tickles." There is nothing in those two words that indicates she doesn't like that though. Not even a hint. Her fingers actively spread and curl between Kara's, slipping along the inside of her friends' fingers with a quiet sigh.

"I can appreciate that.. Uhh like.. I think four or five months ago I went to this auction that Salina Kyle was throwing.. I got to get my hair done, makeup on... I bought this beautiful black gown with gold sequencing.. I felt so beautiful." Which isn't something she says often. Not that she's not confident, there are few women who could claim to be more so, but there's a fine line between confidence and appreciating a persons own beauty.

"We should go out one night.. you and me or with other people, it doesn't matter. But we should go out and put on our very best.. just look absolutely stunning and head turning.. Some place that they don't even //need// you to look gorgeous.. Like Big Belly Burger. Because it's ironic." Grinning a little, eyes popping open with her head craned back across Kara's knee to look up at her, "Or somewhere fancy a.f. The point is, I want to see Kara Danvers, Princess of Krypton. I think I'd rather like that."

She has to consider the question though. Smiling easily at Kara's answers, "Dogs huh?" Nodding slowly, eyes sliding closed, still playing handsies, "I... I guess someone who accepts that my life is complicated.. How would love me even though I'm a dork or overlook the fact that sometimes what I do and who I am overlap far more than they should. Someone to sit around doing absolutely nothing with for hours without it feeling weird.. and then laugh about something completely assanine for hours, cuddled together on a couch just because we can."

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And Kara's hands kinda slide along Barbara's calloused ones, almost fascinated with it. She was being soft, but there was strength in her hands - and although Babs probably wouldn't beat Kara in an arm wrestling fight, Kara wasn't exactly going to not... well, she was going to let Barbara move her when needed.

But Kara liked hands, and it was showing here. Thumb to brush into that space between her thumb and the rest of her fingers, into that little webbing.

"I'd love that," says Kara. "Except maybe not big belly burger. We'd have everyone looking at us like we're a..." she says. "Couple of weirdos?" she says, giggling in spite of herself. Keeping that flush to her cheek in spite of it all. "Well. I /do/ have fancy Kryptonian clothes, too, up at the Fortress," she says. "I'll bring them down sometime, if you'd like that," she adds.

"But I'd like to see Barbara Gordon..." her face was screwing up now. She was getting ready to make a joke, Barbara could even /see/ it in her eyes. "Librarian princess?" she says, hearkening back to the joke of yesterday.

"Someone that accepts you for you," she says. "Callouses and all," she adds, at the time her thumb slides along Barbara's thumb, her incredibly smooth skin against those callouses.

Oracle has posed:
TO be fair, Babs moisturizes her hands! Sure, her skin might be a little rough, it has to be when she's been straight kicking ass for nine years, but she goes out of her way to make sure they're still really lady-like despite that. Mostly the knuckles are hard and the flats of her palms.. right along her thumb and index finger because that's the prominent fingers for grabbing people and striking.

Babs also seems to like hands... or at least she likes what Kara's doing with them. Not that she's motionless in the process, turning her hand over slowly to brush her fingers along the inside of Super-Girl's palm, across the inside of all for second knuckles,

her eyes slide open at a point to look up at Kara. Jade green moving in a slow inspective fashion across the face half looking down at her amidst a canopy of blonde hair... "I would like that." She thought awful long about how to say that, if that's what she intended to say at all. "But I want you to dress however you want, be the Princess -you- want to be, babe."

Librarian... Princess. "Oh come on.. I don't even..." Okay maybe a little. Regardless, Babs is laughing and rolling her eyes at the joke. "Dork ass."

Gotta love a call back.

Babs' grin remains, eyes up on the other woman, turning a little to prop herself up easily on an elbow without dislodging her other hand from the act of handsies. "Callouses and all.."

Supergirl has posed:
Well, Babs didn't have /old lady hands/, right, so maybe Kara was overdoing it a little bit.

But she still liked the callouses where she could feel them. It was different. Different than the sort of hands she had, or could ever have. But she had gushed about those elbows and callouses before.

And each one of those - knuckles, flats, thumb and index finger - Kara's hand explores openly and shamelessly, with brushes of her own fingers.

Kara seemed to be a big hand fan as well, come to seem like it.

Blue eyes equally search Barbara's own face, a little smile lifting up the edge of her lips. "I'll get a big, blue dress, as deep as the ocean. That sparkles when you hit the light just right, in a diagonal stripe down the front. And have my hair up in a bun, with little sprigs tastefully out. Heels - I can fly. But they'll be tasteful. Red heels. And eyeliner, mostly. I like going subtle, with a little bit of blush and more natural shades of lipstick. So that they shine."

"I think you're whatever princess you want to be, though." says Kara. "Bat Princess, cat princess, badbutt princess... but maybe you're more of a queen person?" she asks, tilting her head just so.

Oracle has posed:
Babs glances up at their hands still twisting together, exploring and ... smiles, her own not very grannyish hands slipping smoothly between Kara's fingers until she's got them locked together... and her lip works between her teeth a little for a second... all while staring up into those soft blue eyes with the flickering grin on her face.

When she flops backwards, she loosens her fingers to resume just touching the softer skin of Super-Girl's fingers, "I... I obviously like darker colors. It's hard with my eyes, though. Dark browns, usually, with a hint of auburn blush to pop out against my hair... probably just a gloss lipstick.." She closes her eyes as if thinking about the dress described and the one in her head, "I can already see it. Do you dance?" She asks suddenly, opening her eyes to look again at the other woman. "I /love/ dancing. We have to go dancing, okay?" Seriously, she listened to Kara sing, which wasn't bad, but still... she listened!

"I'm no Princess, babe. I'm more of a... yeah, maybe a Queen, I guess? I don't know.. but.. I like the way you describe me." Babs slowly lays her head back down, breathing steadily, maybe a little faster than she should be in a resting position. And her hearts beating quicker. Kara has that hearing thing, afterall.