Owner	Pose
Domino	It's a beautiful evening for a river view. Gotham's latest unwanted newcomer is taking in the view of the moon over the river at a public viewspot, manicured park behind, railing and steep dropoff into the water in front. She's sitting at open mesh wrought-iron table (chained to the concrete to prevent theft) on a matching chair (also chained to the concrete to prevent theft). A motorcycle is parked just a short ways beyond at the public lot, and seeing as how she's the only person here at that time of night, it's easy to guess that it's hers. Domino seems to be lost in thought, book on the table with flip phone on top, both closed. She's in uniform and visibly carrying arms. Why wouldn't she be?
Dick Grayson	The edges of the river off Old Gotham have those lovely parks, small bits of nature carved out of the gothic stonework of the greater city. Just small glimpses of green in a world of grey. They serve, at least, to break up the area and to give a place for citizens to pause and reflect. And for their dogs to do their business. But after a certain hour at night, people tend to avoid them. It's that time of the evening when the shadows seem longer, and each one that clings to the base of a tree or underneath a bridge... they seem to hide some figment of the mind. That is the times when they don't hide a mugger or snatcher.     But they're also easy to patrol. A glance over the place with low light, a brief consideration for activity. Only tonight...     There is a Domino there, settled on the seat looking out over the water. Hnh.     Nightwing's grapple line fires silently, just as his approach. But she'll hear his voice soon enough when he draws near and lifts his voice. "How did I know you'd ride a riceburner?"
Domino	"Well if it isn't Mario's Luigi," Domino replies without turning around. She recognizes the voice already. "I ride what works. Besides, the only difference between a hoover and a harley is the location of the dirt bag." She trades jokes back, in a good mood. She's even smiling just a little bit.
Dick Grayson	"Would that make you Peach?" Nightwing's tall shadow falls upon her from behind, and should she glance in his direction she'll see how the street lamp limns his lithe athletic figure in a faint halo of yellow light. But then he pulls one of those wrought iron chairs closer to the table turning it to face her, though it makes a /scrraaaape/ of sound as it's forced to drag a bit from the chain holding it to the bolt in the ground. "I'd say more Toadette." That's right, he knows about Mario. Helps that Tim got him to play Mario Kart, still.     The young acrobat settles into the chair and props his boot in the understructure of the picnic table, resting his hands in his lap and looking across the way at her, "To be fair I figured you'd go for the speed over the rumble. And that jumpsuit would look better on a Kawasaki than on a Norton."
Domino	"Wrong game," Domino corrects, looking over at him with a smile. "I'm more Rouge the Bat." Don't ask. She's had to deal with some interesting people in her line of work. "Oh, so you were paying attention to how my jumpsuit looked?" she asks, amused, looking to catch his reaction to that implication. "Anything else you were thinking about seeing me in or on?"
Dick Grayson	"Hey it's a good jumpsuit," Nightwing plants his other boot right beside the first, crossing them at the ankles as he slouches a bit and leans on the arm of one of the chairs. It lets him eye her sidelong as he replies, "Mine's better, of course. Still."     But then those blue bedroom eyes meet hers and he quirks a wry half smile even as he looks back and away towards the faintly sloshing waves of the river, "Oh yeah." He shakes his head sadly as if he couldn't think of anything else than her and her nubile jumpsuited bod, then whispers sidelong to her oh so sensually, "I mean when we first met I just... couldn't stop thinking about how you'd look so great, maybe stretching out and pouting in a nice, so very romantic, jail cell." At the last two words his tone drops from that seductive tone to a flat dull monotone as he eyes her askance.     But when he looks away he smirks a bit, "Though I hear I'm not to kick your butt on sight."
Domino	Domino laughs softly at that. "A male fatale," she decides. "Don't run into many of those these days." She sits back a little in her chair and picks up the phone on top of the book, and puts it into a side pocket. The book is left on the table, an unembellished black cover with simple lettering in gold, 'War is a Racket'. "So what are you here for then, Nightwing?" she gives him the respect of calling him by his code name other than some insulting term. He's earned it. "Give me a warning? Give me a list of the local laws and ordinances? Discuss philosophy over a cup of tea?"
Dick Grayson	"Honestly?" He asks of her as he looks again at her sidelong, his eyebrow lifting though partially hidden behind that domino mask. Nightwing looks back to the river and smiles lightly as he answers her, "Whim." He flares his hand to the side lightly, as if waving away his answer like so much nonsense, but then elaborates. "The night will be over soon," He gestures with a nod towards the horizon, a faint hint of color is there to the east, but still perhaps an hour away.     Looking back he adds, "Had a good evening, stopped an arms shipment, helped a few people. It was a good night. I'm going to go sleep soon, but caught sight of the bike, then you, then thought to see what you'd have to say. It was bound to be amusing at least."
Domino	"I'm afraid I'm going to be very boring, other than the witty reparte. Thinking about calling the number I was left by the head Bat around here," Domino sighs a little and drapes an arm over the back of her chair, looking out at the river again. "I dunno. Bodyguard duty.... I don't do that much anymore." There's an out of place tone of sadness there. Regret. Something went bad, and even if Domino only hints at it, Nightwing should be able to read that loud and clear.
Dick Grayson	Scritching his chin with a leatherclad fingertip, Nightwing looks over at Domino and makes a small hm sound, "Well," He causes the chair to scrape a bit, the iron leaving a small dark trail on the cement. "If that is what Batman is aiming you at, and you don't accept it, then you'll probably be at odds with him."     He leans to the side and looks at her, "Thing is, Domino. If he gave you a task, he most likely is pretty sure you'll be able to do it. He's gone over it from a hundred different angles, looked at it with a hundred different scenarios, and come up with the answer that you're the one who can do the job... you should trust it."     He looks back towards the river and adds, "He's not going to set you up to fail."
Domino	"Oh, so I move in and suddenly I have to take care of Batman's laundry list or he'll be mad at me?" she grins again and laughs a little. "It's not that I don't have the skills or the capacity. It's whether or not I want to put myself in that position again." She glances back over at him again. "I'm sure he's got a nice little dossier on me already, but he doesn't *know* me. Neither do you. Otherwise you wouldn't be here checking up on me for your personal amusement."
Dick Grayson	A fingertip rubs at the bridge of his nose, "I know it might not seem like it, Domino." Nightwing looks at her askance, "But I'm pulling for you. Really I am. I sort of saw what you'd be up against, but I also saw the sentiment from a person who is making an effort to try and turn some things around. Sure I don't know all of what... but I can read some of your body language, your word choice, your manner."     He smiles a bit, "And sure you might be playing me on some level. I don't think you are, but it's possible. I'd like it if you're able to overcome this, and if you do try and make Gotham your home, then that means we'll probably be working together."     A glance aside, "And for some reason, against my better judgement, I do like you. Not sure why. But I do. Probably the jump suit." He smiles a bit, laconic, then flares his hands, "Anyways, take that for what it's worth."
Domino	She relaxes a little, and lets go of some tension and caution with a sigh, closing her eyes as she does so. She keeps them down as she speaks. "I'm not sure how much information you and the Bat have or how much you share, so this might be old news, it might be new news. I'll extend a little olive branch here, a little trust." "Last time I was anyone's bodyguard... I got a new last name out of the deal." Her smile returns, sad. "It was nice for awhile, but it didn't last. I'm lucky in a lot of ways, but that one time, when it mattered most ... I wasn't. I'm trying to avoid being a double widow."
Dick Grayson	"I'm sorry, Dom." The nickname is natural, a first for him, but it feels like it should be. He looks over at her, "If you are around us long enough I think you'll realize that the main thing that binds us all together..." He sits up slowly and turns to face her directly, leaning forward in the chair and resting his forearms on his knees. "Is what we've lost."     He lets those words hang there for a time, eyes distancing, but then he nods as if to a sentiment unspoken. His gaze turns back towards her, "But if you tell him that, tell him your concern. He may understand."
Domino	"I suppose I just need to suck it up and get on with things," Domino states self-depreciatingly. "Work's work and it if makes things easier for the new neighbors, I suppose I should give it a fair shake." She notices Nightwing's low state. It's like everyone in this city wearing a costume is trying to make up for something. Herself included. Gentler, she continues, "I'll tell you what I tried to tell your boss before he decided to not stick around long enough to listen to me." Awww, she got Batmanned! Where's Jim Gordon to commiserate with? "I know we're all going to clash at some point. You guys don't kill anyone. I do. Our sense of justice is different, but we both have lines we don't cross, things we won't do. We both have a right and a wrong. A truth we hold to." "But I saw something worthwhile here, when I came to collect that bounty on his head, and whether or not he likes it, I'll be here when he needs me. Even if he won't admit it. Even if he doesn't want it. He's earned that." "You two can lay down the costume at any time, get therapy, live a normal life. I can't. And I don't know yet if your choice to walk this path is a mistake. I'm just hoping it isn't."
Dick Grayson	A tilt of his head is given towards her and Nightwing pushes a hand through that wild mane of dark hair, even as he listens to her quietly. A few places he nods, a few others he looks to her eyes. He lifts a hand near the end and gestures towards her, "However things turn out, Domino." Nightwing looks out to the soft slosh and crash of the river's waves against the docks some short way off. He looks back to her, "One thing I do know for sure is that hanging out here alone watching the water is a bit depressing."     He gains his feet with a subtle creak from the chair. He gestures with a small toss of his head, "C'mon, I'll follow you back to your secret lair or whatever and make sure you get home safe. Alright?"
Domino	"You'll be disappointed, it's just a hotel." Domino stands up, putting the book into a larger side satchel. 90's pouches do have their usefulness sometimes. She laughs a little. "Are you sure you want to follow me back to my hotel? Not that I don't appreciate the offer. That's very gentlemanly of you. I just don't want to ruin your reputation or anything." She pushes the seat back. It grinds against the ground. She walks around the table to stand near Nightwing. "But if you want to play it safe, you can always walk me to my ride."
Domino	"You'll be disappointed, it's just a hotel." Domino stands up, putting the book into a larger side satchel. 90's pouches do have their usefulness sometimes. She laughs a little. "Are you sure you want to follow me back to my hotel? Not that I don't appreciate the offer. That's very gentlemanly of you. I just don't want to ruin your reputation or anything." She pushes the seat back. It grinds against the ground. She walks around the table to stand near Nightwing. "But if you want to play it safe, you can always walk me to my ride."
Dick Grayson	"Somehow I think my reputation will endure," Nightwing tells her as she steps towards him and gives her a small nod, his domino mask hiding his eyes as he looks to hers. He tilts his head to the side even as he offers the same engaging smile he gave her earlier when he had been making light about prison cells and pouting. "Over the years I've built up my resistance to cat-suited femme fatales, so I should be able to handle making sure you get back safe."     That having been said he gestures with a slight turn of his head towards her bike, "C'mon, you can show me your bike, brag a bit, make an innuendo, and then we'll be on our way."
Domino	Domino mock-pouts. "Aww, I'm old hat already? Guess I'll have to rely on my witty reparte` to see me through." She's in better spirits, or at least cracking wise again, which is a good indicator for how the woman is feeling. As she starts to walk to her bike, she reaches for what's held in her right shoulder holster.
Dick Grayson	The taller vigilante eyes her askance as she goes for whatever is in that holster even as he walks with her, setting foot upon the sidewalk as they stroll along, his own hands at his sides and his gait easy. Sure on some level he's going through scenarios in his head on what to do if it's a weapon she's reaching for, if she'd been conning him this whole time, and if she's secretly the Joker in disguise. But on the exterior... no he's cool as a cucumber.     "Hey, don't take it that way. You have a /very/ lovely cat suit. I am sure there are plenty of fellas out there that will completely go head over heels for such a fine cat suit." His lip twitches as he returns the teasing jovially. "Just for me, well... I need something more."
Domino	Domino quickdraws a brightly colored waterpistol, turning in place, firing a couple of squirts at Nightwing's general torso region. She maintains that pose, looking him dead in the eyes. She winks.
Dick Grayson	On some level this might be a trust test, since really even in Gotham... a water pistol has killed before. Sure it's usually held by a killer clown, a mad scientist, or a crazy green hippie lady. But still, water pistols are serious business. But she draws, turns, and he sort of turns to the side avoiding a few of the squirts but gets a bit spattered on his chest.     He looks down, pursing his lips and sighs.     "This was my good suit too."
Domino	"Oh don't tell me your suit can't handle *water*," Domino laughs, putting away the squirt gun. It wasn't so much a trust test as it was just good ol' fashioned teasing. Nina can only take so much of having authority figures trying to lay down the law around her before she finds a way to push back. The fact that it's done with a playful prank shows that she doesn't find the Bat Brigade as suffocating as some other organizations. "You'll dry out. Or you'll have to take it off and dry out. Either way is good for me." She holsters the 'weapon' and laughs, turning back to her bike. "All right, all right, I'll play by the Bat Rules around here, so long as we're in the city limits, and my hand isn't forced. That work for you?"
Dick Grayson	Strolling up to the bike he pauses there with her, resting a hand on the seat as he considers it, letting his gaze look it over as he gauges the ride against some of the other machines he's raced around on. Looking back up at her his lip curves a little wry as he meets her smile with one of his own as he asks her, "I'm surprised you didn't pull the old, 'Let's get you out of those wet clothes and into a dry martini' routine."     But then he goes so far as to lean his hip on her bike, partially sitting on it and looking so smug as he tells her, "Nice ride though. Like I said, fits you."     Yet it's when she offers her compromise about working in the city that he nods once, "That should work, but if you're not going to take Batman's suggested role, let him know."
Domino	Domino slips one leg over the bike and settles onto the seat. "Who do you think I am, Groucho Marx?" She pauses. "Don't answer that, I just -know- you will have some kind of smart retort. We're supposed to be getting to the part where I brag and make innuendo." She places her hands on the grips. "But I think I've done that already. I'll give you props, Bird - you do handle well under pressure, so I think I'll lay off you a little." The bike starts up on contact with her skin, recognizing its gene-matched owner. Hooray for the technology of 2025. "I'll give him a call, if he didn't give me a fake number. We'll see where it goes. Besides, it's not like I have to take up residence."
Dick Grayson	Slipping off of the motorcycle, Nightwing smiles towards her and then rests a hand gently on her shoulder. It's just a small touch of reassurance, of support, perhaps even a glimmer of affection as he tries to catch her eyes before she gets going. "Hey Dom,"     He extends the other hand towards her and if she'll hold hers out he'll drop a small pressure pad into her hand, just a small touch of electronica that is roughly the size of a postage stamp. "If you need anything, find yourself in trouble, or need help... well press that and it'll get a signal to me. Don't take Gotham lightly, it can chew people up."
Domino	Domino is actually quiet for once, paying attention to Nightwing as she accepts the gift. She looks it over, and tucks it somewhere safe. "Heh," she says softly. You can actually hear her say that because it's not an obnoxiously loud motorcycle. "My formative years were spent in the fighting pits of Madripoor... but I'll take it to heart. You get careless when you're familiar."
Dick Grayson	As she gets ready to pull off, Nightwing grins at her, arms folding over his chest and with him shifting his hips almost saucily as he looks after her, she'll hear his voice as he says to her with that same smile upon his lips. "Alright, Dom. You win. You kick ass and are the best."     But then he leans closer and tells her, "Just keep a hold on it then so you can call me up while I'm watching my Soap Operas and hassle me. Alright?" And with that he steps back, letting her head on out if that's her plan.
Domino	"Damn straight," she laughs. "There, got the brag in. Can't disappoint the new bosses, after all!" Yeah, she caught that jut of the hip. Stupid sexy not-Flanders. As she backs the cycle up, she looks over her shoulder at him. "They'd better be Mexican soap operas. You can't beat that kind of crazy. They're the best." With that, she pulls out of the park, and out into the streets of the city beyond.