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Dick Grayson	Even a hero's gotta eat.     Though in the game of fighting Gotham crime it can be a good while before one gets the chance. So those moments, those few moments and instants between crises where everything is clear, where there's actually time to take a good fifteen to up the calories or just grab something to settle the Hangries, those can be important.     And right now the hero known as Nightwing is taking those fifteen minutes and using them to snarf down a protein bar, a fruit cup, and a quinoa and chicken salad wrap. Or at least that's the idea. He's perched on the edge of an old apartment building, the coo of pigeons can be heard behind him and at least he's made it to the protein bar. The cup and the wrap are set to the side for now.     He seems to be quiet, almost silent there in the shadows. But his voice? That can be heard on the Bat comms. Though a private channel is engaged with Oracle.     << Alright, so. First answer that pops into your head, no thinking about it. Next costume. Bell bottoms or flared collar? Go. >>
Barbara Gordon	"Hell no." Barbara responded over the line. She was sitting in the Clocktower, eyes on her screens. Those screens were reflected on the lenses of her glasses as she worked. She had the entire Bat Crew, each in their own little windows. Then there were a couple of the Birds who were on an assignment currently though they were winding down now with everything under control. She used a foot pedal activate her mic, allowing her to switch between frequencies from one to the other. The one with Nightwing was a private frequency setup for just this sort of thing. "Did you get exposed to Joker gas or something? Cause you seem to be flashing back to the 1970s. Or was it the 1990s? They had those then too, right?"
Dick Grayson	There's a low rumbling chortle that comes across the comms as Nightwing takes another bite of that protein bar, shaking his head as he looks out across the city. The HUD in his visor giving him a steady stream of data about the current situation. An apartment fire is the only current yellow cautionary alarm, but the emergency services have it well in hand, no lives endangered. In the lower corner of the display a few of his Wingding cameras are giving him a video feed...     But for now, 'lunch' at 2AM seems to be the highlight of the moment.     << Think it was both. Though that far back who remembers? >> His tone is wry, and the expression on his face beneath the domino mask a touch amused. Another crunching bite of the protein bar is heard, then he turns and starts to open the salad wrap.
Black Canary	Canary is so flashy and brash and in-your-face most times that people often forget that she led an infiltration team in her younger days. And today she's going to hone those skills. By sneaking up behind Nightwing, whom she caught while scanning the rooftops with her opera glasses, and stealing his wrap. If she gets it, he doesn't deserve it. That's how things work, right? Swinging to a building two rooftops away, she leaps across the alley that divides it from the one next to his before pausing at the edge of that roof. Eyeing the distance and pursing her lips, she assesses her chances of making that leap, shrugs, stands up and ... ... climbs down the fire escape around the corner of the building from Dick. She then scales the wall up on the building he's part of, as far from him as she can manage. A quick, silent, flip-and-roll takes her over the retaining wall and lying in the shadows behind some pipes. Then it's kitten crawls and duck walks as appropriate, approaching him from cover until she gets within sprinting distance. An instant later her feet have propelled her across the short distance and her hand is reaching out for the wrap.
Barbara Gordon	"I can certainly find out." And for a moment he might hear the tapping of keys but then it was cut off a moment later as she released that pedal to activate a separate mic for one of the crew. Then once that was complete, Babs was back to searching for the information on bell bottoms and flare collars. She immediately regretted her decision. Her voice came back over the private channel to Nightwing. "I feel I may need bleach for my eyes now." Then she spotted that two of her little markers on the map were converging. A moment to see it was Dinah, a tap into any sort of camera she might have to see what she was doing (if she even had one, the Birds didn't generally have the same rules as the Bats after all). And she said not a word.
Dick Grayson	There was an aspect of kismet to that moment.     As if fate had taken a hand and created the convergence of those elements all coming together in that perfect moment. For so many moving parts had to come together in that small moment when the approach was made, when the meal had reached a certain point, when the gaze had wandered particularly to one side, turning his shoulders just so as his head turned.     Dinah was close enough to hear his voice now, loud enough that the comms mike catches it just as easily as the Creeping Canary does as well. "It can't be that bad. They were the height of fashion for how long? A week? Two weeks?"     His smile is there, a wry thing and one that had been more prominent in those years he spent as Robin. Nightwing... tended to be a touch more subdued.     Then the gauntleted hand of the Canary reached...     A single moment before Dick picked it up, seeming as if he didn't even know of the stealthy dark presence behind him. He takes a bite, the lettuce crunching softly. Then puts the fruit cup down there in the same spot where the wrap was...     Perhaps he didn't see her.     "Though I'm still liking the minimalist vibe I'm working here. The black and little bit of blue."
Black Canary	"Dammit, NW, that was my wrap!" Canary's voice comes from right behind Nightwing and it is feigning fury. (The feigned part is very obvious given the badly choked-off giggle right at the end.) She grabs the fruit cup and waves it around in her fist as she continues. "Do you know how much work I put into stealing that? And you just take it out right from under my hand a second before I got it! How is that fair!?" She stands, legs apart, left fist on hip while gesticulating with the cup. "What do you have to say for yourself young man!?"
Barbara Gordon	"I am a fan of your current look. Insert eyebrow waggle here." Barbara joked as she considered a moment, tapping a few keys. No commlink to Dinah, no camera feed from her. No way to reach out to the woman directly. She did have one cctv that she was able to commandeer for a moment, watching the goings-on. While feeding a loop of coverage to the original so that their recording wasn't interrupted. She says nothing else as she smiles a bit to herself, Nightwing's mic picking up Dinah's words at that distance. Barbara just listened. For now.
Dick Grayson	As he is the target of Canary's dire grumpiness, Nightwing turns his head and smiles wryly up at her, lifting the salad wrap with its big chunking bite taken out of it as he quirks one of his eyebrows and then offers, "Split it with you?"     Though he extends his pinky finger of the hand holding that wrap and lightly taps on the data display upon his wrist as he says into the mike for both Dinah and Babs, "I'm linking Canary in now."     He looks back up at Dinah then, trusting to Oracle's omnipresence to let her key further into the conversation if needs be. "We were talking about fashion. Very important topic. Oracle's on the line."     Perhaps assuming Dinah doesn't always look after her needed caloric intake he also breaks the remaining piece of protein bar in half and offers that to her. She's already helped herself to the fruit cup. Hrmf.
Black Canary	"Oh, Oracle's here?" Not even Dinah is deluded enough to think Babs is here in person. She fumbles through her Jacket of Many Pockets and pulls out her headpiece, slipping it into place and tapping the activation patch. She waits while it boots up and starts its security check before registering as available to Babs' machinery. "Mind if I join? I have thoughts on fashion." She waves off the offers of food and even returns the fruit cup. "I'm a bit hungry, true," she says, "but this rabbit food isn't going to cut it. I had to Cry today. Not whole-strength, but enough. I'm going to be hitting Bertolli's on the way back to the hotel and grabbing a couple of XL meat-lover's doubled." Beat. So what's this about fashion?
Barbara Gordon	As that commlink comes online, Babs is already tapping keys. Shifting over that particular link to the same frequency as what she was using with Nightwing. Now the three of them have a private party line of sorts. Which seems like an oxymoron but isn't. Her voice comes over the radio to the duo. "Nightwing is considering changing his costume. The words Flared Collar and Bellbottoms were used. In the same sentence."
Dick Grayson	"Rabbit food," Nightwing says succinctly. Then his counter-argument? He delivers it with the same tone. "Pfft."     Argument won.     He does smile a little, however, when Dinah voices the truth that she does indeed have thoughts about fashion. He opens the fruit cup and like a true barbarian doesn't even bother with a spoon, he just sort of tilts it back and fills his mouth, then chews for a bit of time while he tilts his head using the HUD's focus-based UI to bring up one of those video feeds. His brow knits slightly, but he doesn't voice any concern about what he sees. Not yet at least.     "Mmm pizza. Surprised, no pineapple." Then Babs offers her summary of his deep and well-thought out consideration for a change in look. "I didn't say I was considering them. I asked your thoughts on them. Small difference."
Black Canary	Comms fed in, Dinah waves in greeting into Nightwing's camera. "Hi Oracle." She then muses a moment. "Won't work for you. For a couple of reasons. You could make a flared collar work, I think, and even bell bottoms because trust me, nobody's looking that far down." She'll let him fill in the blank there. "But practicality comes in. Bells and flared collars are things people can grab and use against you. They can get tangled in equipment like motorbike chains or ... rice picking machines." Not really up on automation, is she? "Have you considered something like green shorts and high boots, a red tunic, and a yellow cape?" Low. Blow.
Barbara Gordon	There is a snerk sound over the comms before Bab's manages to mute her mic. She can't help giggling a bit. Since she had been around for those days. But she quickly got herself under control and responded to what Nightwing had said to her, when she got the opportunity. "You mentioned said fashion catastrophes then you mentioned you like your current costume. Thus it implies you were considering them. And Canary is right." She doesn't specify what Dinah is right about but pretty much everything she said was valid.
Dick Grayson	"You know, not really? Though I was considering fishnets, I hear they're all the rage." Nightwing smirks without looking at Black Canary, something in his HUD having his attention for that brief moment. Though it does give him an instant to tilt the fruit cup back and finish off the last of it, then he consolidates the trash into the cup and goes back to snacking on the wrap.     At the sass he gets from the comms he counters with, "Though I was considering purple glitter body suit and yellow cape with yellow boots, too. So that's in the running.." Dick's grin threatens to shift into a chortle even as he awaits the likely growling squawk on the comms line.
Black Canary	Canary sits on the edge of the roof and stretches out her legs. "Sorry, you haven't got the legs for fishnets. That's reserved for people like me. Or ... if you must ... Zee." There's that little flash of insecurity about her legs in comparison to the magician again. "But you? No. You need spandex and bare legs. Think Speedos." Then comes the purple glitter line and Canary, without compunction, starts to laugh openly. "Hoo boy, NW. Straight for the jugular! Wow! Did Oracle relieve herself in your corn flakes this morning!?"
Barbara Gordon	"You've got the better legs, Canary. Let's be honest here." Because Canary was built more muscularly, which was something that Babs could respect since she spent a lot of time keeping her own body up to par for working the rooftops. At the line about her old costume, there was a little sniff of disdain through the mic. "I looked Fabulous in that costume, thankyouverymuch. And while it might not be so great looking back with hindsight, it was the best I could do at the time. Not all of us got our wardrobe provided for us. At the start."
Dick Grayson	"Wow, implying I skip leg day. There's no shortage of pain being dished out around here, ladies." Though Nightwing's tone is a little amused, even as he starts to tidy up, getting all the trash together and collapsing it into the fruit cup container, consolidating the bits and then rolling to his feet with that effortless ease he seems to have.     He's smiling as he strolls over to the small waste bin that sits next to the pigeon coop that was behind them, getting rid of his garbage for the moment. Though at Barbara's rejoinder an actual snicker is heard over the comms. But when he turns back around he's still got that slightly more dour Nightwing look than anything like the Robin of his yesteryears.     "At least I had the excuse that I was in the circus." A small confession, but also sliiightly mean.     Then he takes a breath and says, "Alright, if everyone is done hassling me. Anything going on from your guys' angles? I thought I had a thing but I gotta admit, I got nothin'."
Black Canary	"Oh, your legs are fine, NW," Dinah reassures Dick. "But the shape is all wrong for fishnets." She stands and raises a leg to the parapet, stretching it out. "There's a certain silhouette you need for fishnets to work. See how here where the legs go in, smaller, the mesh is tighter and darker, while here, where the muscle protrudes, the mesh is wider and lighter? That's how these work. They accentuate shadows and exaggerate the shape of the leg. With my legs (and Zatanna's)..." That parenthetical muttered under her breath. "...the enhanced shadows draw attention to the things people look for in women's legs. Traditional men's legs ... the shadows and highlights just make you look cartoonish." Wow. She really DOES have thoughts on fashion!
Barbara Gordon	"And my excuse is that I was around circus folk. Meaning you." Because that was the only circus folk that Barbara was actually around. Outside attending a circus with her father when she was a child. As Dinah goes into the details of why Dick's legs would never work for fishnets, Barbara put her hand over her mouth and stifled another giggle. She certainly went far deeper on the subject than Babs had expected. But of course Barbara had to add. "Yet I'd still pay good money to see you in them, Nightwing. Just sayin'." She tapped a few keys and checked her feeds. "Looks like we're clear for tonight so far. Been pretty Q." Because one never said the Quiet word on her comms. Anytime someone did, all hell broke loose in the city so it was forbidden.
Dick Grayson	"Oh I see." Nightwing says as he reaches the spot beside Dinah again and half-smiles a little crookedly. "Well I shall heed your advice then." He touches a hand to the small earpiece and then adds, "So all agreed, fishnets are out." Perhaps pointedly ignoring the comment from the computerized peanut gallery.     A nod is given as he moves to the edge of the building, standing on the edge with just the balls of his feet then pushing himself up a little as he spreads his arms out. "Ok, I'm hitting sector 7, 8, then up to 10. I have some things I want to take a look at in Little Odessa. Garibaldi's Pizza has a good meat lover's if you're looking for suggestions, Canary. So you're welcome to tag along. Back to regular comms."     With that he swipes the option on his gauntlet, then flips forward and off the side of the building.
Black Canary	"Ooh! Garibaldi's! I remember that place!" The grapnel (which she once "liberated" from the Big B himself for a job and then just kinda kept since the head of the Belfry gang never asked for it back) is out and in her hand as she leaps off the edge of the building after Dick, looking for a good point to aim it on her way down. "If we can get a bottle of JD along the way, that'd be perfect!" she adds, after tapping to standard comms. "And do you want me to chew gum or kick ass?"