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Dick Grayson	The click-click-click upon the rooftop and then on the window was a courtesy, even though chances were that Oracle knew they were on their way. Nightwing made sure to make just enough noise in his descent and landing just inside that open cathedral window that looks out upon the night and the skyline beyond. It wasn't quite an announcement of his presence, but when he rose from the crouch he landed in he raised his voice as well.     "Hey." Dick's tone was short, a little stern as he gained his feet. The blue and black uniform helped him blend in with those hints of shadow at the edge of her apartment as he entered, then as he walked into the halo of light further in he finally smiled a little.     "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice."     He paused for a moment, sliding his hand along the data display on his wrist, then checking slightly over his shoulder before he looked back toward her.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd hasn't taken to the rooftops as much as when he was a little bird. These days it's more motorcycle or car. Given the time of year, it's car tonight. Down on the street level dark cherry red '67 GTO with blacked out windows and black chrome trim and rims rumbles up to the private vehicle entrance of the clocktower. Once it has disappeared inside, the driver appears though not by magic, by emerging from the driver's door. Red Hood in full armor. Making his way up to the level that Barbara has made her home, he emerges from the elevator. After taking a moment to confirm he knows everyone present, the helmet is removed and held under his left arm as he walks over. "Barbara. Dick." He remains quiet and of few words while learning what this is all about. The sense of pent up anger is there, as an undercurrent, but he doesn't act like this is some waste of time or effort. Yet anyway.
Barbara Gordon	She knew they were coming. The Clocktower had so much surveillance, a ghost probably wouldn't be able to get in without setting off some sort of sensor. Barbara was fastidious about her privacy and knowing ahead of time if someone was coming into her home. Not that she minded visitors. In fact, she welcomed them. She just needed to know they were showing up before they knocked on the door. Or, in this case, dropped through a window. She was sitting at her work station. Not the public one that was always in her room with the three screens. This was the private setup that would unfold with the movement of a statue, unfolding from the walls and furnishings, surrounding her in the green light of screens and nothing else. She was dressed down, having taken her Oracle role tonight while they were on patrol. Thus jeans, a pair of boots, a green t-shirt with the Gotham Knights logo on the front because one should always support their local teams. The screens showed video feed from all over the city in addition to the few Bat-Crew members that were still active with their mask feeds on. Her fingers were poised on the keyboard and clicking through information quickly. The night was winding down and she turned to greet her two visitors with a smile. A push of a button allowed for some low level lighting to come on instead of forcing them to use the screens' glow as she did. "It's never a problem for you to come by, Dick. Anytime." And that same smile was given to the second man. "Same for you, Jason. Mi casa es tu casa, as the saying goes. What's up? Want anything to drink?" And she opened a mini fridge that was in easy reach of her position, pulling out a Mountain Dew for herself then glancing to them each in turn.
Dick Grayson	"Hey Jay." Nightwing says as he steps forward a little more, then takes up a seat leaning against the wall beside Barbara's workstation. He rests a boot against the wall, tucking his leg up a little as he folds his arms over his chest. He looks... pensive, those white eyelets hiding his blue irises as he looks between the two of them.     He takes a breath, sniffing slightly as he inhales deeply. "Appreciate you coming by." A glance to Barbara, "And thanks for hosting us, Barbara." She offers that drink and he half-grins, holding up a hand to wave it off before he looks between the two of them.     "I feel like a bum only like, getting together with you guys because of a thing. But yeah." He lifts his chin slightly. "No point in beating around the bush. I want to get your all's read before I give my two cents. Your thoughts on the current state of things." He gestures slightly with the hand on his bicep, uncurling it. "Whatever you might be thinking, even if it's cool and all systems nominal."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd offers a thin smile to Barbara's assurances in Spanish. Where Dick graciously turns down the offered drink, Jason accepts, "Sure. Whatever you've got. Thanks." Making his way closer, Dick gets a nod as the larger of the two men finds a place to hold the wall up, leaning back against it with his shoulders, arms idly crossed with one holding the soda can. A shrugged shoulder, "Always willing to meet." Listening as Dick begins to talk, watching Dick seeming uncertain or.. something? It makes him frown a little. "Other than the cluster that was the charity auction where Selina got strong armed and forced into a bomb vest and that gem was stolen?" He shrugs again. "Gotham's just been Gotham. Drug dealers, gangs, Mob."
Barbara Gordon	Barbara opened the fridge a little more so Jason could see the mix. From orange juice to Mountain Dew to bottles of water. No energy drinks though. Just lots of sugar and caffeine. Sort of fitting for her lifestyle. Once he elected for something, she would toss the bottle his way then close the fridge again. She watched Dick as he voiced his concern, picking up on those nuances, things she knew about him that allowed her to read him better than many. And at his question, her lips tightened and she spun around in her chair to face the other way. Eyes back to screens, a quick scan to be sure everything was still alright, fingers on keyboard and sending a few bits of information on a camera feed to one of the crew. So they could go check it out. When she turned back around, her expression was neutral once more. "There's been a slight uptick in activity over by the docks on top of the usual." Then she dropped her gaze, lashes helping hide her eyes before she glanced back up at them through her glasses. "Or if you are meaning on a more personal level? I have some...security concerns." That's the best way to phrase it without just saying it outloud.
Dick Grayson	A short nod of his head is given as Nightwing listens to Jason, his eyebrows rising a little at that aspect of the auction with Selina. A quick glance is given toward Barbara as if getting her read or sentiment on that event. Then he looks back toward Red Hood.     "So just business as usual as it stands so far." He takes another deep breath, brow furrowing as he turns his thoughts inward, drawing his lower lip in between his teeth as he worries it for a few moments. Some silent inner monologue wandering through his thoughts before he returns to the here and now as his attention is drawn toward Barbara.     A small nod is given at her polite words, then he says simply. "I've a few as well. Been arguing with myself for a while." He looks over at Jason. "I might be wrong or have a misperception. Maybe some prejudice is there. But mainly was asking you guys here to check realities. If I should have some measure of concern. Or just trust that he knows what he's doing?"     No mention of who 'he' is, but they all likely know.
Jason Todd	Cracking open the soda, Jason takes a sip before replying. "Security. Prejudice." Looking directly at Dick, he frowns. "This is about Harley being 'rehabbed'?" He manages to air quote with both hands even with the soda in hand. "Seems a concern. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. But.. she dated .. him." Not going to say the name but a quick glance is shot toward Barbara to judge her reaction. If anyone truly has a reason to not wish to hear that name aside from Jason, it's Barbara. "Otherwise, what are you getting at, Dick?" A hint of impatience. Just say it.
Barbara Gordon	That look from Jason finds Barbara again pressing her lips together, a hint of paleness around the edges showing that tension even if she is trying hard not to show it. But she doesn't realize that one of her hands has gripped the armrest on her chair and the knuckles are showing that paleness as well. "There is definitely a prejudice where I'm concerned," she admits. No use trying to hide it. It would be obvious to anyone that knew of her circumstances and history with the Joker would be able to put it together. She rotated her seat, glancing to the screens again. Was it being attentive? Or was it a way she evaded things too, by drawing her attention to the outside instead of her feelings that she tried to keep mostly internalized. Absently she found herself tensing both of her legs, just /feeling/ they were there and knowing that she had dodged a lifetime in a wheelchair only because of medical experimentation and Bruce's money. Yet, that didn't change her concerns. She spun back and suddenly she was all business, not letting herself second guess or hedge. "Bruce can rehabilitate her however he chooses." One could almost hear the air quotes around rehabilitate. "Though he seems to be giving Selina the same rehabilitation. But that doesn't matter. I trust Bruce normally." One could hear the next word in her tone before she spoke it outloud. "But... "This is a concern to our safety as well. It has been hammered into our brains how all of us rely on one another for protection, not just from the physical. Our secret identities are there. If my father knew..." She dropped that line, shaking her head to refocus. "He can trust her. He can put himself on the line. But that doesn't mean I have to trust her or put myself in the same position. I feel like we need to talk to him. Make sure he understands that our secrets are ours. I do not want that woman to know anything about me. She's clinically insane and thus cannot be trusted. Even if she does something not out of malice, she can still be a danger. To all of us." And then her eyes went to Dick. "Being she has free rein in the manor, if you want to move out, you always have a place you can go. Because I will not have her in my home. Nor Catwoman."
Dick Grayson	"I am being up front, man." Nightwing spreads his hands in Jason's direction. "Not just Her. Other things. Some of it is just a vibe, some of it is decisions that just..." Dick turns his head to the side as his jaw extends a bit, then his tendons bunch as they tighten. "Feels like he's no longer looking at the big picture."     Then Nightwing's brow furrows and he straightens up a little. "Look, point blank. Bat... Bruce. Does not seem like Bruce in a lot of ways. Seems more..." The former Robin shakes his head. "Like if he was any worse I'd be looking for one of Madhatter's little gadgets stuck on his head. Or a big alien starfish."     He looks between the two of them, "Now I know, when it comes to him. I don't always see things clearly. We have our own issues, our own past. So s'why I'm asking you both. You have different perspectives than I do. By a long shot."     Nightwing touches a hand to his armored chest, "I'm mainly looking for food for thought here."     But then that is the moment... when Barbara unloads with her own position and Dick spends that time listening to her, his head bobbing a little at moments when she makes this point or that. He lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck and hearing Batgirl phrase things that way... he shakes his head.     "All of that is valid. And I agree. It's a hard road to follow. Maybe come up with a possible plan that we can put forward to splitting those possible details from exposure. My angle is..."     Dick looks over at Jason, then back to Barbara. "Is Gotham needs Batman. I used to harangue Bruce about being himself more... not obsessing. But I always felt that... parity was the key. Now it feels like it's gone too far the other way."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd snorts just before taking a drink. At least he didn't snort the soda. That stings. "Haven't exactly been on the Good Son list, Dick. I don't see much of him." Which is probably not a bad thing for keeping the family peace. He looks to Barbara as she talks about keeping barriers and distance, and Dick echoes basically the same thing in addition to the other concerns on behavior. "Guess we can ask Tim. He's the one spending the most time around him now." Lucky him. "Otherwise.. " he leans his head back against the wall to stare up at the ceiling. "You know how fucked up it is, me being a part of a conversation on Bruce acting out of normal, unstable?" There's a joke in there someplace. Looking back to the others he stares at Dick, even if it's into Nightwings lensed mask. "So, what, you're thinking of an intervention?" He snorts again. "Sorry Bruce, you're acting erratic, we're going to take your Batman privileges away.." it's just sounding out the absurdity of the sentence while realizing it may not be really so far fetched.
Barbara Gordon	"He is already patrolling less." That might be something to catch the attention of both Jason and Dick. Considering she monitored all patrols, for both the Bats and the Birds (what was with her and winged things?), she saw these things more than perhaps others might. "Admittedly, for anyone else it would be inconsequential but this is Batman. He doesn't take nights off, even with broken limbs. Unless Alfred locks him in, uses the Dad voice, and forces him to drink tea." Which they all had been subject to at one point or another in their lives, no doubt. "I agree that we should talk to the others. And if either of you has any sort of positive relationship with Harley Quinn or Catwoman, perhaps you can get some insight." Then she shrugged, realizing she hadn't even opened her drink. She twisted off the cap as the little pssssh of carbonation hissed forth then set the cap aside to take a big swig. "Or we just to go Bruce and say do whatever you want but leave us out of it. That's my biggest take. And we focus on covering the city as best we can in the times he chooses to be absent."
Dick Grayson	"No," Dick says after a moment about the idea of an intervention, then he seems to decompress a little, as if surrendering slightly to the realization. "No, not an intervention. Though I'm not against talking to him." He says that as he looks over at Barbara, knowing that's likely what she'd prefer. He looks back toward Jason, "I'm thinking make some preparations. Just in case. Get some ducks in a row. We have assets, give them some extra layers of security."     He straightens up a little, brow furrowing as he then scrunches his eyes closed as he digs the fingers of one gauntlet into the bridge of his nose, trying to rub the sleep away. A hint of tiredness enters his voice. "Like Barbara says, he's... out there less. We pick up our patrols, make our presence known more often, stronger out there. Maybe even provide the illusion that he's still out there doing his usual level of activity. Can't let Gotham's criminal element smell blood in the water or we really will have to pull double-shifts."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd shakes his head as the idea of talking to Bruce is brought up by both of them. "Since when has he ~ever~ listened to us. Seriously considered our concerns and didn't actually blow them off entirely or close to it. He's acted like it but then just done whatever the hell he wanted all along. Even after we all were adults." He sighs in frustration at it all. Looking to Dick he does note at the hardening of security. "Yes." Then to Barbara he asks, "To that end, can you stop by the Station?" He pauses. "I.. could use your help in hardening the network and systems." It's hard for him to ask for help. But hell, he's trying. "Patrols, I'm out six nights a week. Seven when I can be." Life? What's that. But when Dick talks about the criminals realizing Batman isn't around as much, Jason shakes his head, "They're going to figure it out. If there ~isn't~ a Batman on the rooftops, dropping down to scare the shit out of them, even if we do it ourselves, they're going to pick up on it. We can't ~be~ him." And Jason doesn't want to be.
Barbara Gordon	"I'll be glad to, Jason. Just let me know when you'd like me to stop by." Though she did have a real job that she had to work, she usually could adjust her schedule as needed. Barbara frowns slightly at the mention of not being able to Be Batman. "And we will figure it out. Do the best we can. While the situation isn't ideal, we all know that someday we won't have him. And someone will need to step into his boots." It was something they never wanted to consider. It was too close, too personal. "We will set up all the satellite areas as best we can. But we will still chat with Bruce. Or someone will."