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Jinx	Just another night in Gotham, in fact, is it ever daytime? In this case, the coffee shop just seems to have a few people here and nursing their coffees since it's rather cold outside. No snow yet, but.....maybe in time. It's now that a new face parks her motorcycle outside, and walks her way in, only tugging off her helmet when she's inside. She breathes out once the helmet comes off, and Kim walks her way to the counter. "Hot chocolate, if you've got it."
Dick Grayson	Gotham does seem to be a city ruled by the night. Even in the daylight, a darkness hangs over its head like a pall. At the best of times, Gotham has an antiquated,mournful feeling, like it's an eternal funeral. At the worst of times, it is the embodiment of entropy, stagnation and even Hellish. Thankfully tonight, it's leaning more towards the former.     The sound of the bike approaching attracts attention from within, people casually looking upfrom their books, or their conversations to see what the source of that distinctive noise might be. It's human nature, more than genuine interest. In most cases, at least.     There is one, though, who seems to peer out the plate glass window at the woman parking the bike with real, actual curiosity writ in piercing and startlinglly blue eyes. When the rider strides in, his gaze follows her to the counter, but after that, drift back out the window to take another glance at her bike.     Meanwhile, she's placed her order for Hot Chocolate, and the barista behind the counter is quick to get to work on it. Another one slides up to the counter, and calls out, "Grayson! Order's up!"     Dick closes the book he had been reading, dropping it on the coffee table that rests before his high backed armchair, and rises to his feet. He strides across the room to the counter where a large mug of something creamy and sweet smelling awaits him. Most likely with a lotof hazelnut, by the scent.     "That's a nice bike you got," he says after taking his drink in hand. Raising the mug to his lips, he sips carefully, before continuing. "You into tuning, or is it just factory spec?"
Jinx	"A bit. But, sadly....I can't fiddle with it too much, or else Courtney would skin me alive. That bike is one of her pet projects." Kim then looks to Dick. "Greyson huh? I'm Kim." Once her own order is up, she just sips at the hot chocolate and lets out an 'ahhhh...' of enjoyment.
Dick Grayson	A thin dark brow ticks up over eyes that light up with curiosity at the mention of a name. His soft, cupid's bow lips arc up at one corner, forming a lopsided, faint smile that dimples his cheek. With a faint shake of his head, he asks, "Courtney?"     Dick makes a cocking motion of his head towards where he was sitting, a silent offer to join him as he makes his way back over. "Dick. Dick Grayson is the name. Good to meet you, Kim. Do you race or anything?"
Jinx	"Yeah, Courtney. She's a bit of a gearhead. You wouldn't know it if you looked at her though." Kim says as she walks back over to the table Dick was sitting at. "For fun. Mainly teach meditation classes in some dojos though. The income lets me wander a bit, but honestly, I don't use much money." She then looks to the Motorcycle. "Well....outside of that."
Dick Grayson	"Sorry... Who is Courtney?" Dick asks, offering up a bright smile that parts his lips and makes his curious eyes seem to twinkle as he looks at her. He settles back into the armchair, holding his saucer in one hand and cup in the other. His head cants to one side as she explains what she does, and he gives a faint nod, his lips quirking in that strange way that people do when they approve of something. "An instructor. Nice. I'm an instructor myself, actually. Gymnastics and acrobatics. I'm even thinking about opening up my own school here sometime soon."     A beat.     "I like to race. That one's mine," he says, before nodding to another bike parked a few spaces down. Looks like a complete custome job. Sleek. Lightweight. Aerodynamic. Nothing factory on it. A make and model of the thing is impossible to determine. But it does look expensive.
Jinx	"Courtney is a friend of mine and...if you're lucky, you won't meet her." Kim then shrugs a bit. She then looks to the bike that Dick has and tilts her head. "It's a nice looking motorcycle, all right. But like I said, I only race for fun."
Dick Grayson	"Oh, yeah? Bad kind of friend? Usually those aren't the types that spend a lot of time doing productive things. So what's Courtney's story, then?" Dick asks, looking back to Kim with a light chuckle. This is an interesting conversation, to say the least. He takes another sip of his coffee drink, before setting the cup on the table and saying, "Oh, I'm not trying to entice you or anything. I also only race for fun. Just a fellow bike enthusiast, is all."
Jinx	"That's for Courtney to tell you, if you ever meet her." Kim sips at her hot chocolate again. "Yeah. it is fun. Most of my time is practicing tai chi chuan and teaching it for meditative purposes to others. it helps out the elderly for sure."
Dick Grayson	"You just said that I would be lucky not to meet her," Dick says, his grin spreading wider, creating dimples in his fair cheeks. The next comment, though, about teaching tai chi, that has Dick tilting his head to one side. His light, sky blue eyes sweep over her. It's not a lecherous stare, though, she certainly is easy on the eyes. But the night stalking vigilante in him is sizing her up, assessing how she holds herself, how she is built under her clothes. She's definitely a martial artist.     "Tai Chi is fun. It's good for the mind. I do it myself. And yoga. And pilates," he says, his smile becoming sheepish, as he lowers his gaze for just a moment. Then, he leans forward to set his drink on the table, on its saucer. "So, you practice martial arts. From your bearing, I'm going to say you have some military training, too, right? But you don't strike me as a standard jarhead, either. Special forces, then. Are you still active or retired? Or am I completely off base, here?"
Jinx	"Exactly." Kim says before she goes back to her Hot Chocolate. "Mind, body and soul. Yin and Yang. Pilates and Yoga help with the flexibility and more." When Dick starts questioning her about military, she just takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "You don't want to know. And it's better left alone." She then sips at her hot chocolate again....but then drains the rest of it and starts to stand. "However......and while I doubt this'll happen, it can.....if you find this symbol...." And she produces a card that has a strange symbol that looks like a red cobra symbol. ".....do come by my dojo and let me know." She then leans in a little closer. "And don't try to take them on by yourself." And with that, she starts to walk her way out of the coffee shoppe.
Dick Grayson	Grayson sits back in his seat, resting his hands on the arms of the chair and looking at Kim as she rises to her feet. His smile fades, and he gives an uptick of his chin. "Touchy subject then. Sorry, just trying to make conversation. I have a lot of friends that served. I'm a spoiled rich white boy, so I never had to worry about it, but I find it fascinating."     He reaches out and takes the card, taking a look at it. He recognizes the symbol. It's something something terrorist organization something or other nanotechnology. The Batman has files on it.     "Well, you know, I'd do that, but you haven't given me your number or told me where your dojo is," he says, his smile returning as his eyes glisten with a bit of mischief while she leans in close. He leans in closer still. "555-783-3231. Text me. And don't forget it. I'd hate to have to take on these Cobra Kai kids all by my poor little lonesome."
Jinx	"The Kage Dojo." Kim says as she starts to type the number into her phone. "And it's a lot more than touchy than you think." She then points to the card. "And....leave out the 'kai' part. That's just a movie thing. They..." She points to the card. "Actually exist. And they're more than kids. But the reason why I say not to take them on alone....is if there's one...there's a lot more."
Dick Grayson	"The Shadow Dojo. That's not ominous or anything," Dick says, injecting a bit of good natured light heartedness into the conversation once again. As she speaks about Cobra, correcting his "mistake" Dick looks back down at it and nods his head. Very slowly. "Oooh. Right. I think i know these guys. Or have heard of them, at least. Cut off one head and two more grow in its place, right?"     Looking back up, Dick pockets the card and looks back up to her. "Tell you what. You text me the address of your Shadow School, and I'll swing by. Who knows? Maybe I could help you and Courtney out with your snake problem, and then we can see whose bike is faster for fun afterwards."
Jinx	Kim chuckles a bit. "I've heard worse. And you're thinking of Hydra." She then nods. "I'll text it to you. Don't worry." she says as she heads out. "Thank you for the company, Dick." She says tossing her cup away and puts her helmet on. Once on her motorcycle, the sound of the engine is different, and it revs a lot quieter than any others. The motorcycle also looks quite different than others. It's definitely not a production model....