[IC] Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

[Jones Sparrow]

Dick gave a small laugh to her confused look and comments. "The comment still stands, Miss Dent. I know how to handle my way around a crowd, even if i just became a billionaire today... And from the sound of it, you seem to be doing just fine yourself." Dick said, bringing her in close as he said that with a closed smile, and then twirling her around again. As she talked about taking photography, he listened, and smiled at her comments. "The diva photos are the only ones worth having." Dick said with a laugh. "I'd be extremely offended if you didn't at least consider taking a picture of the Dick Grayson yelling at an old lady at the grocery store over a carton of eggs."

When asked if he had anything planned job-related he looked up and gave a small shrug, thinking about it. "I'm sure a few business opportunities will appear here and there... I don't know if you ever met Bruce, not many people truly knew the guy. His ideals, everything he fought for, everything he worked so hard to achieve here in this city were genuine. On and off the media. Bruce and I didn't see eye to eye most of the time. But I respect his ideals. So I'll do my best to put my input in Wayne Industries when Mister Fox asks for it, I'll agree to partnerships that I believe are just... That, and if I need to, I can always go back to bartending at night." Of course he couldn't really tell her that he was dashing billionaire that looked perfect on paper by day, super hero that she hated at night.

As the night went on, Dick kept a careful eye on Abigail. Whenever he saw the even coordinator walk towards her, he would get close to her, and bring her over to a new guest he hasn't talked to before, or ask for another dance. He looked like he was enjoying himself, and he was, but there was another reason he was doing all of this; he was the new protector of Gotham. He wasn't going to let Cobblepot threaten a woman, and he really needed to know why she was so important. A photographer getting this much money to do all of this?

"So, this party couldn't have been cheap. If you don't mind me asking, did people sponsor this? Because if so, I want to chip in for some of this." Dick said as they walked to the side of the party near the bar again. They had just had yet another dance when they heard one of Dick's favorite songs come on. Now it was time to cool down, and have another conversation before they go off in to the dance floor again. The night was getting later, so there wasn't much time until Penguin would try something-- If anything at all tonight. He hoped that he saw the lack of drinks she was having, and the constant people around her. There was no way he was going to get to her secretly. He needed to know how she was getting this money. He knew that her line of work could be a way to start this, but he was betting that someone bigger was giving her the money.

[EasilyAmused]

Upon him asking if she had ever met Bruce Wayne she shook her head no. Unfortunately she never had the honor of meeting him but knew of him through her job and press releases and the sort. But to say those are accurate is anything but the truth. At his mention of going back to bartending she gave him a bright grin, “When you do let me know so I can stop by; hopefully by then you’ll learn to call me Abbie instead of Miss Dent.”

The night was rather pleasant; the blonde socialized and laughed a lot. Though she didn’t find herself drinking as much as she thought she would. For some reason any time she’d start towards the bar to get a drink, someone would start talking to her; which she, of course, would entertain them. Dick also seemed to be paying more attention to her than she expected. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that she was the first person he had met and he might be more comfortable around her than others. Something like that right? The party was fun and people were slowly excusing themselves due to exhaustion. Everyone was polite enough to stop at her and say good bye which seemed to encourage Dick to be around her more and more. How cute, he must be shy.

They were laughing as they walked off the dance floor before they started in the direction of the bar. Dick seemed to sober up but man, she really wanted a drink. She started to guide them towards the bar with a smiled at his question. “No, no sponsors. Like a lot of people here; most of my money is from my family. I have less than most people here but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have fun.” She shrugged her small shoulders as they arrived at the bar. “My dad works hard for his money which is why I got my own job. I don’t…” She pushed her eyebrows together as she leaned against the bar, placing her arms on top of it and resting her palms on her biceps. “I don’t like the idea of people getting used for their money but my dad is rather insistent that while he’s away I get to play.” Another shrug rose and fell her shoulders. “I haven’t see him face to face in a while, he’s always on the move. But we speak on the phone almost every day.”

Shaking her head slightly she looked back at him with a smile. “I hope you’ve made some friends here tonight; being up at that manor could turn out very lonely if you don’t have anyone to talk to. By the way, in case you didn’t see it, my number was on the invitation in case you ever needed someone to talk to.” When the bartender arrived she turned to him. “A strawberry martini please.” She said with a smile before looking back at him. “Are you going to be okay enough to drive home?”

At that, an older couple arrived to them and gave Abbie quick hugs of good bye before she turned her attention back to Dick. “If you don’t feel like you’re okay enough to drive home I took a car here, I could drive you home then just get a car back.”

[Jones Sparrow]

When she started to talk about how she got her money, he only nodded in response. He wasn't one to talk, the exact same thing happened to him, and he was not very keen on using Bruce or his money for help when he was still alive. But things change, especially when he demands it to you in his will and asks you to protect the place. Although Dick did it often, there are times where you just can't say no to Batman. Since it was towards the end of the night, Dick ordered some brandy, taking his glass and taking a sip. When told that he had her number, he raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded. Dick wasn't someone to talk about his feelings. He had a lot cooped up inside of him, and he really had no intention of letting those thoughts escape the dark parts of his mind... Dick wasn't a depressing man. He had a more positive outlook on life than Bruce did, and he tried to keep it that way when fighting crime, even after all the messed up things he's seen over the years.

"Thanks for the night, Abbie. I'll be fine driving home." Dick said, glancing around the area of the dimming crowd. He didn't see any of Penguin's goons so far... he hoped it'll stay that way. "Will you be alright getting home? I know I'm new one around here, but you still don't want to hear the next morning that the beautiful Abigail Dent was mugged after throwing a great party." Dick said with a smile, taking another sip of his drink. He put his hand inside his jacket pocket, and pressing a small device with a button on it. As they sat here enjoying the last few minutes of the party, Dick's car was making its way back to the Manor, and the Night Cycle was just leaving, and waiting in an alley way with Nightwing's suit, and gadgets.

He wasn't going to take any chances of Penguin getting lucky tonight.

[EasilyAmused]

Abbie felt her cheeks flash red when he called her beautiful. It felt better then getting embarrassed at his door step. Her gaze turned away shyly as the corners of her lips curled into a smile. "Aww..." She said softly before looking back up at him with her caramel colored eyes. "I hope you never lose your sweetness Dick; it's hard to find in this city." She spoke with honesty and nodded with a soft grin to him. "Don't worry about it; I'll call for a cab as soon as everyone's gone."

The night rolled to a close as the blonde waved good bye to the final people at the door, leaving her standing with Dick before she turned to him. "I'm glad you decided to come out. Thank you." She said with a grin as she followed him to the door and gave a shiver. "Have a good night and you have my number if you want someone to hang out or just to chat with." Nodding she stepped back into the door, "I'm going to call from inside; it's cold outside." With that she stepped inside and gave him a gentle wave as the doors shut.

"Miss Dent," A voice said behind her causing her to turn; the event coordinator walked up behind her and caught her off guard. "The owner would like a word with you if you're free."

"Oh, um... Sure." Abbie said with a nod and dialed the number for the cab company. She scheduled a pick up for fifteen minutes later than the current time as she followed the event coordinator up the stairs and into the upstairs room. The room was iced themed and much more chilly then downstairs; hell it was even colder than outside. Her whole body shivered as she rubbed her bare arms with her hands. "Bbbuuurrrrr...." She said under her breath to herself as the coordinator shut the door behind her.

"Miss Dent, it's a pleasure to meet you in person." A short man said turning around from looking through the window down to the dance floor. "How was the accommodations?"

The short man was plump with a cane. A top hat graced his head and a monocle sat on his eye watching her closely. A small closed lipped smile moved across her full lips as she nodded to him. "They were just fine. Thank you I..."

"Tell me, what do you know about the Wayne Billionaire?"

"Excuse me?" She asked tilting her head. "I mean, what do you know about him, what have you learned?"

"Um... Stuff." She said with a shrug, "Things I'm not going to share. Now if you don't mind I have a car coming."

"So you know nothing about the new billionaire.", "Nothing I'm going to share sir, that was a private conversation with him. Now if you'll excuse me I must be going." Turning around, she found herself face to face with a large man dressed in a snow suit and her breathe caught in her chest.

"You don't know anything do you." Mister Cobblepot said behind her as the man turned her around and forced her into the chair in front of the desk. "Get the guards around here and outside. While Miss Dent and I have a talk... About her daddy..."

"My dad---?"

[Jones Sparrow]

The party was over, and it was time for all of them to go home. Dick did his part making sure no one hurt Abigail during the party, and all it cost him was making himself look like a giant alcoholic who couldn't hold down his drinks (which were both wrong!). Dick gave a nod to her invitation to call her any time he wanted. He appreciated the gesture, but he felt like he was going to be busy for quite some time while trying to get used to Gotham again. An alarm went off when she said that she was going back in to the lounge to call for a cab, but he didn't let the concern show. "Alright, Abbie. Good night." He said before putting his hands in his pockets and walking down the street.

He gave a nod and smile to a couple walking by before cutting in to an alleyway a block or two away from the lounge, and there was his ride. He placed his hand on the seat of the bike, and he opened it like a lid, retrieving the items stored inside the Night Cycle. He had to make sure that Abbie was alright... Man, if he didn't know better, he would think he had a crush on the girl for being so concerned about her... heh.

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Nightwing used a side door to get in to the Iceberg Lounge. He could hear workers starting to clean up, but he had no concern about them. One of the many skills he had was stealth. As he made his way through the lounge, he put listened to the conversation upstairs thanks to the bug that was still on the even coordinator's shirt. He wasn't surprised about the questions of the new billionaire, but was concerned why they were holding her hostage. It didn't make much sense until he heard them talking about her father, and once again he was curious about Abigail Dent. He made it back to the main floor of the lounge, and saw the one way window.

He pulled out his grapple gun, aiming it at the window, and fired. If he learned anything from Batman, it was that the element of surprise was the best way to go. The window exploded in a loud crash, and as Nightwing rolled through, he rolled on to one knee to examine the scene: The man standing behind Abbie was now on the ground stumbling to get up, the event coordinator was beyond shocked, he didn't know if Abbie was concerned, happy, or annoyed that Nightwing made another appearance, and Penguin glared with a large scowl.

"Well if it isn't the little birdie. What the bloody hell are you doing in Gotham? I thought you were running around in that other shit city." The Penguin said with a snarl. Nightwing stood, reaching behind his back for his escrima sticks. "You think he wouldn't have a backup plan, Cobblepot? Bats and I wouldn't let you kids run around unsupervised." For the super villains in Gotham, most of them knew that Nightwing was once Robin, and they knew that as the years went, he was no longer just a kid.

"I need to remind you that if you do anything stupid like try and kidnap a woman, you aren't getting away with it." Penguin laughed a bit. "You think I don't remember the last times you destroyed this place?" He pressed a button under the desk, and the windows were covered with steel plates. As more henchmen rushed in to the room, Penguin and the woman with him started walking for the new exit that appeared behind his desk. "Consider this your welcome back party, Nightwing." He laughed as the door closed behind them, and Abbie, Nightwing, and six henchmen in snow suits circled around him.

Nightwing gave a smirk, and hit the sticks together, sparks flying. Nightwing went to work. Nightwing rushed over to do a backflip, and as he did so his foot made contact with a man's jaw. He fell to the ground. he blocked a downward punch by making an "X" with his sticks, and then kicking him in the gut away from him. Nightwing turned his attention to another man coming towards him, in lightning speed, Nightwing smacked the man in the jaw four times, in the chest once, twice in the knee caps, and then kneeing the man in the face. Just then Nightwing was grabbed by the shoulders, putting him in a full nelson. The three other guys who were still conscious came towards him, but Nightwing simply lifted his legs off the ground, kicking a man hard in the face, grabbing another one by the neck with his legs, and twisting him so that he fell to the ground, and then he leaned forward, pulling the man holding him off the ground, and spinning so that his legs hit the last man.

Nightwing then did a front flip, landing on his back, but the henchmen cushioned his fall. His grip loosened and Nightwing broke free, taking his escrima sticks and stabbing him in the gut, electricity going through his body. He didn't know if Abbie was in the chair the whole time, or helping him with taking these guys out, but once it was all done, he turned to her, holding up his hand. "If you have anything rude or negative to say, I don't want to hear it." He said to her, putting his weapons away and looking around the room. "Man, he's been watching way too many spy movies. What? No shark pit under the floor?" He muttered, then stopping in his tracks, expecting for the floor to give in to reveal the trap... but luckily it didn't.

He went towards the desk to examine the button he pressed. Hopefully he could just press a button to pull the steel up. Then he could simply cut his way out using one of his gadgets... but at least they could go out the exit Penguin did if all else failed. He looked up at Abbie, then back down at the circuits of the button. He didn't dare say anything, He didn't want to make another bad impression with Abbie. Funny how one side of him hit it off really well with her, and the other not so much.

[EasilyAmused]

When you live in Gotham, you learn to expect the unexpected. Even so, Abbie did not see this coming as he oversized man pushed her down into the chair. The short stared her down as she tightened her grip on the edge of the chair, "You will tell me about your father and about the new Wayne Billionaire..." He said darkly as another man stepped forward to her. She thought everything would turn out poorly until---

Talk about a new thing that was 'unexpected'; the crazy man who nearly creamed Jared crashed through the window and Mister Cobblepot talked to him as if they had known each other once before. "What the f---." She muttered under her breathe. Unable to finish her sentence the place went into lockdown and the crazy guy jumped into action as the new addition of the six men joined in to fight.

Abbie took the moment of confusion to act. Swinging a leg up; she kicked the man in front of her in how lower area causing him to tumble forward and fall to the ground. The man behind her leaned forward only to have Abbie lean forward as well. Gripping the side of the armless chair she brought it up and smacked him in the face breaking not one but two of the four legs. The large man stumbled backwards both in pain and shock. Spinning the chair in her hands she turned her attention to the stumbling man and swung the wooden chair. It made a loud cracking noise across his face before he stumbled backwards and fell out of the newly formed hole through the window.

The blonde quickly turned her attention to the man who she had kicked. He was I. The process of getting back up before he was introduced to her foot, yet again. This time it was clobbered against the side of his face and directly into his temple. He collapsed, motionless on the ground. By the time she turned around to check on the crazy guy on the suit, he had laid out six men.

Upon him turning to her, she opened her mouth to make some form of comment about him stalking her, but was shut down almost instantly. She let out a huff before rubbing her bare arms roughly to try and get them warm. They stood in silence for a while, the only sound side from his fingers brushing against things as he examined the table as the men's heaving breathing as if they were sleeping.

Her gaze moved from the men to the crazy man called 'Nightwing' who had some form of connection with Batman. Rumors spun around the city questions where Batman had been and Mister Cobblepot talked as though this 'Nightwing' was familiar. "Is it--- true?" She asked through the shakes of the cold room. "That--- that Batman is... really gone?" As any member of Gotham would be at the topic, even she was chocked up at the thought.

[Jones Sparrow]

Nightwing was hard at work trying to figure out if he could use the button to his advantage. It was obvious that pressing it again would do nothing. Maybe he could rewire it and bring the metal shutters back up. Any other night he would just try and open the door Cobblepot ran out of, but Abigail was here, and while she was, she was in danger. His head jerked up to look at her when she asked if it was true. And when she finished the question, Nightwing didn't know how to respond. In this line of work, and for knowing Bruce for so long, he mad it clear to tell everyone that worked with them that this was a very dangerous job. There was always the haunting possibility that they would lose someone, and no matter how big it was, they had to keep going.

No one would have guessed that Batman would be lost.

Dick tried to hide his emotion ever since he heard the news. No one, not even Alfred, knows if he is truly gone or not. He was always so careful, always had a plan for everything. Whether he was dead, or not, his plan was for Nightwing to protect Gotham. So he didn't know how to answer Abigail's question. He looked back down at the wires he pulled out from the desk, connecting them to a small tablet-like object he pulled from his belt, and going to work on it.

"He's gone." Nightwing finally said, his dark blue eyes staring down at the screen. "And I'm not entirely sure that he'll be back." As he said that, the steel frames flew up to reveal the damaged window, and the lounge below. He stood up, putting the small gadget back in his belt. "But I'm going to make sure this city is safe." He said that with all his sincerity in his voice. he knew that she had reason to doubt that, but in complete honesty, he didn't need to prove himself. No matter what, he was going to protect Gotham, and maybe her view on him would change.

"Do you have any idea why Cobblepot would interrogate you for your father and the Wayne heir?" Nightwing asked, opening the door and rolling a small ball down the stairs. The ball would detect any other life sources waiting for them downstairs would be shown through the small screen over his eyes thanks to his mask. Luckily there were none. Penguin really doubted Dick's capabilities, eh?

[EasilyAmused]

Like many others, she didn't enjoy the thought of Batman being gone. A small sniffle left her as she turned her whole body away from the crazy masked guy known as 'Nightwing'. Batman was really gone? Did he just give up on the city? Too many bad things in one place? Did he 'retire' thinking that everything was taken care of or... Did... Did one of the villains finally get him? She brushed some forming tears from her eyes and pulled herself out of the thought, not wanting to deal with the thought at the moment.

The shutters flew up with just as much force as they came down with and the blonde was now looking out over the location she had just had such a good night in. Sighing softly she looked gently over her shoulder as he said he would make sure the city was safe. The corners of her full lips curled into a very small smile that seemed to show that she wanted to believe him but considering her last experience with him; you couldn't blame her for questioning his actions.

Upon his question about her father and Dick she shrugged rubbing her shoulders and following him to the door. "I'm not sure about my dad unless he wants to make a deal with him for my safety. That's my only guess. As for the new Wayne Billionaire I don't have a clue." Once he finally gave the okay to start down the stairs she went down but glanced over her shoulder to the window that now had a hole in it. "I'd assume he was watching me talk with him tonight and thought I knew things about him." At that she turned her attention to the young crazy man a few steps ahead of her. "Don't ask, I'm not telling you anything either." She said in a blank tone. She wasn't going to give anyway anything about Dick no matter who asked; that's no what's friendships are for.

It was a slow process getting outside, only to find there was no care waiting for her. Outside was a lot warmer then in that ice box of a room and she was grateful to find the fresh air. In the chaos of things she missed a call. Pulling out her phone she got into her voicemail to find out that her car was going to be an hour late picking her up. Sighing she hung up her phone and put it back into her small purse. "Whelp." She said turning to the crazy man. "Thanks for the rescue tonight and I don't have any innocent drivers for you to pull out of windows so I'll just be on my way." As she started in the direction of her home she stopped and turned around.

"I saw the look on his face, and he knew your name. Maybe it's a good thing you're back." She gave a small nod before a smile curled the corner of her full lips. "Just try to be more cautious about who you're pulling out of car windows okay? Good luck Nightwing, it's a hell of a city." With that and a nod of 'good luck' she turned around and began, well her walk home... At 2:30 in the morning after being held captive in a mad man's office. Yeah just a typical Gotham night.

[Jones Sparrow]

Her face looked hurt when he told her the news that Batman might come back. He could have said a lot of things to try and assure her that he had a reason for leaving if he chose to leave. He had a backup plan if anything bad were to happen to him. He had so many things to make everything seem better... But that wasn't his say. The people of Gotham all knew about their Dark Knight. If they had to second guess if he didn't care about this city, they were dead wrong. Everything he ever did was to make this city better. Nightwing went down the stairs first just in case. As they climbed down the stairs she started answering another one of his questions, and he gave a small smirk when she said she wasn't telling him anything about Dick.

"I don't need any information on Dick Grayson." Nightwing said calmly, and looking around the lounge. He had a million questions to ask her, but as he turned to look at the freezing woman in the dress that truly looked exhausted, he decided to interrogate her another time. He knew that Bruce wouldn't hesitate to start asking her questions. That was the difference between Bruce and Dick. Dick understood the non analytical side of people. They both walked out of the building to the dark streets of Gotham, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her comment of tossing her driver out the car. He started walking for his own vehicle until he heard her voice again.

Her words were much more nicer than the ones that came out of her mouth the other night. He gave a smile and nod. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Goodnight Miss Dent." Nightwing said softly before walking back to his vehicle yet again... This was an interesting night. An eventful first day of being a billionaire led to an eventful party, and then fighting the Penguin's goons trying to save the hostess of said party... His mind went to Abigail, wondering if she would be alright getting back home, but after seeing what she handled tonight, he knew she was more than capable of protecting herself.

Tomorrow was going to be a day of going through the old Manor and seeing what he should and shouldn't keep of Bruce's old stuff... It was a moving day, more or less for the new billionaire... Let's see how this will go.

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Dick Grayson was up early that morning after patrolling the city for a few more hours last night. He heard nothing from Penguin again, but he did pick up communications from the cops and other criminals that they were surprised that Nightwing showed up so fast after Batman's death. He was already making a name for himself both in and out of the suit. He also decided to send a gift to Abigail Dent for the night last night. He decided that a vase of blue roses, a list of his personal favorite drinks to make (a do-it-yourself kind of deal), and a small card that read:

"Thanks for the welcome to Gotham. Now you can say that you met me before the diva stages-- I always hear they come after being invited to big parties. If you need anything, let me know.

--D"

He never really sent a gift like this before, and didn't know if rich people did this sort of thing for just inviting someone to a party, but he could do whatever he wanted now, he was rich! He left his number in the card, even though he had Abigail's number as well. It was a way for her not to be surprised if he ever did call her. After he made the gift presentable, he hired a man to drive it to her apartment so she could get it as soon as possible... and now, to get to work. How many rooms were in this damn building?!

[EasilyAmused]

Her walk home consisted of a few things. The first thing was calling the cab company and telling them that she didn’t need a ride. The second thing that rolled around was that Nightwing said he didn’t need any information on Dick. That was a bit bothersome because he seemed to want to know about her father, who was just as innocent as Dick. This was an odd night. The third thing that went through her head was the hope that Dick made it home alright. Abbie continued on her walk through the city avoiding any odd noises; explosions happened, gun fire, screams and arguments all over the city which caused her to take to more caution and walk slower.

It took her a while to get to her house but she wasn’t complaining. She took a safer route and felt better about the directions she chose. Unlocking her apartment she slid inside and locked it back up again. Her back leaned against the door, her blonde head resting against the wood as she thought about the day. It wasn’t a bad day, it was just… well a Gotham day. Except for the fact that Batman wasn’t the one to show up to help; it was this Nightwing guy from Bludhaven… wait, Bludhaven?! That’s where Dick moved from! Her caramel colored eyes flew open as she stared at her living room and the blinking lights of her electronics. Maybe Dick knows a thing or two about this Nightwing character; and maybe he could explain why he comes across as so reckless. If they were in the same city before, especially with Dick being a bartender. He’s bound to know something.

Wobbling her way through her house she found her bedroom only to drop everything onto the floor kick her shoes behind her and fall face first into the fluff of the bed. It was lights out for the tired blonde.

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The early-bird in Abbie got her up at 9am despite not falling onto her bed until 3am. Oh well, she didn’t have much planned today anyway. Rolling out of bed she showered and dressed herself in a pair of tight jeans and a green shirt. Her hair down and straightened, she was in the middle of brushing her teeth when the doorbell rang at 10am. “Moming!” She muffled in the direction of the door as she hurried back into the bathroom to spit the contents of her mouth into the sink and gargle down some water before rushing to her door.

To her surprise, a small stood there holding a bouquet of blue roses in a lovely vase with an envelope. “Th—thank you…” The blonde said in a stuttering confusion as she took the stuff from the man who gave her a polite ‘you’re welcome’ and left. Stepping back into the house, she kicked the door shut with her foot and stared blankly down at vase in her hands. This… this was new. Sure she got flowers from her father every once and a while as an ‘I’m thinking of you’ thing but this seemed rather abnormal from him. Walking into her dining room, she placed the vase down on the table and proceeded to open the envelope.

A large laugh left her when she read the note from Dick and found his number scribbled at the bottom. This was nice of him and highly unexpected. Leaning over, she took a sniff of the roses and let out a long sigh; huh, new guys should move to town more often. She then picked up the list of ‘do it yourself drinks’ and gave a small laugh. With that she pulled out her phone and took a picture of herself with the flowers; her soft tan skin resting against the blue roses. After snapping the picture and programming Dick’s number into her phone she sent him the picture with an attached text:

You’re the first person to ever send me ‘thank you’ flowers; you’ll make a horrible diva. And I hope you don’t expect me to flip and juggle bottles in order to make these drinks. That could take a lot of practice and many broken bottles!

You should always start off the morning with a laugh. She thought to herself as she looked at the goofy face she had made next to the flowers. Shrugging to herself she hit ‘send’ on the message. Worse comes to worse, he’ll think she’s weird and never talk to her again. Best comes the best; she might have made a new friend!

At the same time that Abbie sent her text to Dick, Barbara Gordon sent one to Dick as well.

Here is the information you asked for on Abigail Dent.
1] No Criminal History.
2] Mom died at child birth.
3] Birth certificate reads “Abigial O’Harra Herrington.”
4] Can’t make out the father’s signature but there was adoption papers filed for her, which changed her last name to “Dent”. The signature’s impossible to make out and the company that she was adopted from isn’t in service anymore and I can’t find the coordinator anywhere.
5] On the paper there’s a clear “H” next to the name Dent.
6] It seems like her appearance in the social realm didn’t escalate until she was 18. But she came out like a shot with lots of money and talking to nearly everyone.

Dick, I don’t know about this girl. Just seems; off. Be care.
~Barb.

[Jones Sparrow]

"You think he had enough swords? We could start our own torture chamber in this place..." Dick and Tim opened yet another room in the large Wayne Manor. They have been spending all morning seeing what room held what, and the more they opened them, the more they realized just how dark his past was. Even though Tim had an apartment in the city, he was more than happy to help Dick out, and often spent the night over here after a long night of patrolling the city. The room they found was lined with different swords from different eras, ones looking incredibly old, but other being incredibly old but looking brand new under the layer of dust.

Dick walked around the room, and spotted a sword that he saw was familiar. It belonged to the League of Shadows. Dick didn't know much about this secret society, but after digging around, he learned that they were a group of assassins that Bruce trained under... Both Dick and Tim had the pleasure of meeting Ra's al Ghul; Bruce's mentor. But the sword didn't belong to the master assassin, but his daughter. Thalia al Ghul was one of the very few people that Bruce loved. Her death took a toll on him. It was a dark patch in their relationship, and one of the reasons why Nightwing went to Bludhaven. Dick wondered if there was ever going to be someone like that in his life. Someone that he cared about so much that when they left, his own composure would crumble...

As the two men went to work cleaning the room, Dick's phone went off. He opened his phone to see the beautiful Abigail Dent making a face next to the roses he sent. He gave a small smirk as he read the message, and looking over at Tim who was hard at work packing up a few smaller items, Dick decided to respond to the message.

Damn, maybe I'm not cut out to be a diva. I'll give the philanthropist life style a go then. Glad you like the flowers, someday I might be able to teach you the secret art of bottle flipping when we have the time.

"Who're you texting?" Tim asked, looking over at him.

"What? No one."

"Ah, a girl. I gotcha, Grayson. No need to be embarrassed." He said with a laugh. Dick shook his head with a smile, seeing another text sent to him. "yeah, well this girl is helping me find out some information on someone... The girl is Barb, by the way."

"yeah, kinda figured."

Dick then read Barbara's text, thinking of a million possibilities that could go with the facts of Abigail Dent. She was adopted in to the name Dent after her mother died, with a man with a very crude signature that only the "H" could be made out... He thought back on the picture of the blonde making a face with the flowers. Could she be related to him?

Run "Herrington" through the databases of Gotham. If you find nothing, run through the lists of deaths by childbirth on her birthday. Thanks

--D

Dick looked around, and shrugged. "Ready for the next room?" He asked. Tim nodded. "Sure, hopefully we can find pictures of Bruce as a kid. I bet he was old school fancy. those pictures will sell quickly, and for a price..." Tim said jokingly as they exited the sword collection room.

[EasilyAmused]

Abbie moved around her flat, cleaning up and checking up on the local activities. The Nightwing guy has made a name for himself already, the Gazette was the first to post something about him which caught her eye in the paper. Sitting down at her table munching away at her breakfast, she read the article about the new ‘superhero’ that came to Gotham after Batman vanished. The thought of Batman being gone rolled through her head and she found herself saddened by the whole situation once more. Closing the paper, she pushed it across the table in dislike. Why did Batman leave the city he loved so much? Why would he leave them high and dry? Or bring in the so called ‘back up plan’; this crazy Nightwing guy. Apparently the criminals knew him, for some reason. Even though he was from Bludhaven…

Which is where Dick is from! Her mind exploded with questions about Nightwing. Simply because she didn’t know anything really about this so called ‘superhero’ that seemed a lot more reckless than Batman. Did he typically pull people he thought was bad out of windows or did she just catch him on an off night? It would make sense for her to question his actions compared to that of Batman’s but from what she’s heard about Batman (never encountering him herself), she wouldn’t have left the lounge last night without being boggled down with questions and consistently repeating the same things over and over again. Even to citizens who happened to be in the wrong place and the wrong time, they always got hammered with questions before being let go from Batman’s sight. It was understandable because they were there and even when they had nothing to hide, you couldn’t blame them for being a little overwhelmed. Maybe… maybe Nightwing wasn’t such a bad guy…

Whether he was a bad guy or not, it didn’t stop Abbie from being him irritating; but hey, could be worse right? Finishing up her breakfast she put everything in the dishwasher and came back out to dining room to find that Dick had responded back to her. No Abbie… She warned herself, There’s no reason to get all uppity and excited. Just, don’t look at it. Wait a while… The blonde did; it wasn’t until 1pm when she looked down at her phone and responded. This time she was out and about enjoying the day and had changed her clothing to fit the day.

Sitting at Starbucks in downtown Gotham she took another picture, this time of her with some ever-so-yummy cups of coffee and responded once again with a text massage to him.

The baristas behind the counter didn’t juggle the syrup bottles like you did last night but they make some good coffee. If you want a delivery let me know; if you’re unpacking a coffee could be a good booster. I’ll be out and about for the next few hours. Maybe when you’re free next we could practice that bottle juggling.

With that she hit send, feeling a bit more confident as she went on talking to him. Talking, they were just talking. Nothing more, nothing less and she was just trying to get to know a new person in town. It’s easier then leaving them in the dark about everything and not even giving them a chance to get to know someone. Dick seemed like a good guy and she hoped that he thought she was a good girl; why? Well because she was.

At the same moment more information came from Barbara Gordon.

Herrington, Trisha passed away giving birth to a young girl who was taken by her father Greg Herrington who named her Abigail after his mother. Greg was involved in the fire that took out the courthouse caused by the Electrocutioner years back. She was delivered by an unknown source to the adoption center as a baby; found on the back porch apparently. And from there was adopted.
Get this; she’s never been around for any of the major attacks on Gotham; Scarecrows gas attack when we shut down half the city. Joker’s explosions taking out the hospitals or Penguin’s arms deals that happened near her old apartment; apparently she’s out of town during those and when Penguin’s done some of the larger arms deals, she’s moved from one side of town to the opposite-- completely away from the scene.
I’ll keep digging.
~Barb

[Jones Sparrow]

Wayne Manor was starting to look cleaner. He knew that Alfred kept this place tidy at all times, but there were some rooms that he wasn't allowed in to... But the two of them took care of that. They spent the whole morning taking out some of the less interesting items in the house like old antique furniture, and a room dedicated to all the gifts that Bruce received that he didn't need (for example: a video subscription on how to fight against criminals). After they completed half of rooms, Tim decided to take a break and go down in to the Bat Cave and work on tracking down the Penguin. Dick got a glass of water from the large kitchen, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He wondered if he scared her away with his flowers, and inviting her to flipping some bottles. That was weird, right? Part of him wanted to keep close to Abigail Dent because her story didn't add up, but until Barbara gives him more details on her, he couldn't progress... But then another part of him likes her perky attitude, and how she tries to work for her money... And the way she can kick ass.

He felt his phone vibrate, and speak of the devil it was Abbie. She sent another picture, but this time fancied up and with some coffee. It was cute to say the very least. She was offering coffee, and taking him up on his invitation. He stared at his phone, biting his lip gently as he stared at the picture of her. In that instant he got yet another text from Barbara. Her real father was involved in the courthouse incident that left Harvey Dent to lose his career, and his sanity. Did the father die? did he lose her? The man who adopted the little Abigail was the man who made his signature illegible. The other fact was interesting, she was nowhere near any of the dangerous incidents that took place here in Gotham? Was it really just luck?

Run the signature with known signatures of Harvey Dent around the same time period of her adoption. Send all you know now to Tim and see if he can help you out too. I'm going to see what I can do. Keep me posted.

He sent that to Barbara, then opened up the massage to Abbie.

Juggling hot coffee is a bit more dangerous than alcohol. Bottle juggling sounds way better than moving boxes around right now. If you bring two black coffees over, I'll see what we got in the Wayne collection. Its been a while since this place has gotten visitors.

He sent the message and tapped the counter, finishing the rest of his water, he called out to Alfred. "Alfred? Is the bar stocked?" Dick called out. "yessir, ready for use... May I ask why?" He replied, walking in to the kitchen with a look of curiosity on his face. "I got a guest coming over with coffee." He said simply with a smile, walking out to get a bit more work done before Abbie came over.

He picked up a large box and started to take it up to the attic, opening the door at the end of the south hallway, walking up the stairs, and placing the box of items down. He backed up, and as he did hit his head on a beam. Dust flew everywhere, and Dick let out a colorful word. He heard something fall over. Looking over he saw that an old Monarch Theater advertisement had fallen over. Dick sighed, lifting the large item back in to place. He knew what the Monarch Theater was, and he knew that was when Batman was born. As he made sure it was firmly in place, he saw a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. On an old desktop counter was a old looking piece of paper, and he slowly pulled it out from the dust.

It was a poster of the Flying Graysons. It had the date on it. The date his parents died. He gave a very faint smile as he looked at the dulled paper. Although it wasn't a terribly long time ago, it hasn't been kind on the cheap circus paper. He lost everything that night, but then gained so much more thanks to Bruce. He was able to stop children from losing their parents like Dick, and even Bruce did. He knew he couldn't bring anyone back, and he was at peace with that. He was glad he was able to help so many other people.

He gently rolled up the poster, taking it down with him as he closed the attic door. He went down in to the main hall of the manor, placing it on the desk as he heard the alarm go off telling him that someone had just drove on to the estate. As he walked towards the door, the poster unrolled a bit, but Dick didn't seem to notice.

As he thought about what was happening, he hoped that Tim or Barb wouldn't show up at an awkward time of them trying to figure out who she really is... Part of this meetup was to try and learn more about her, but another part just kinda wanted to see her again... was that weird?

[EasilyAmused]

Sitting in Starbucks, the blonde gaze out the window looking onto the busy streets of Gotham; she, like many of the other members of the town, had lots of questions left unanswered. Where was Batman? Would he be back? Is this Nightwing guy a replacement? Would he be any good? (He could fight, she was willing to give him that, and showed a bit of respect towards her… not a lot but a bit by letting her go home instead of drilling her with questions). What is the fate of the new Wayne Billionaire? What makes him tick? What’s his back story? How did he know Bruce? What’s his favorite color? What kind of food does he love? What does he do for fun?... wait, those are getting too personal…

Shaking her head she sat back up before she looked down at her phone finding that he responded. A smile moved across her full lips flashing her bright white teeth. He was responding quickly which is a good sign right? He wasn’t dodging her messages or ignoring them… then again he could really be busy. This time she didn’t wait.

See you in about twenty minutes then!

With that she ordered two black coffees and started towards his new home, the Wayne Manor. When her phone rang;

“Hello Kiddo.” Her dad’s voice rang through her car. “Hello dad! I can’t talk too long, I’m heading out to meet a new friend.” There was a small pause before her father spoke again, “Sorry sweetie I got distracted for a moment, I’m glad you made a new friend, who is it?”, “Well…” Abbie said softly sounding embarrassed, “I wouldn’t exactly call us ‘friends’ per say, but we’ve hit it off pretty well; it’s the new owner of the Wayne Estates.”, “Aw yes Mister Greyson, just be careful with him sweetheart. He still is a stranger.”, Abbie rolled her eyes before responding, “Yes dad, be safe and be on guard because you never know who’s around the corner.”, “That’s my girl. How was your party?” The question caused Abbie a lot of hesitation, “Abbie… what happened? Did that Greyson guy hurt you?”, “No!” She jumped instantly, “The owner tried to… well he tried to hold me in his office for some reason. Something about you and… then someone came and saved me.”, “Who?” Her father’s voice was a bit stressed before Abbie was able to continue, she explained what happened and how she beat up two guys and this ‘Nightwing’ guy saved her and got her outside. She left out that she had met him once before and that he asked about her father too. But she did inform her father that the owner of the lounge asked her about him. “You don’t say…”, “I’m okay dad, really.”, “Okay kiddo, I understand; just keep using that cab company. I don’t want you stuck somewhere okay? Be careful with your new friend. But have a good time.”

“I’ll be fine dad, anyway I’m pulling put to the Manor I have to let you go. I love you too dad. Bye.” With that she hung up on the phone and climbed out car carrying the drinks with their lids. She gently kicked the door shut and climbed up the stairs to the door. The blonde looked down at her hands then to doorbell. She couldn’t exactly kick the door that would be rude. Taking her time, she tried to reach her elbow over to the doorbell attempting to balance her purse on her shoulder and the two coffee cups in her hands. Of course, that was the moment that Dick opened the door. She gave him an innocent and slightly embarrassed smile; of course! Of course!! “Coffee delivery!” She said in a perky attitude as she handed him his black coffee.

“I hope I’m not getting in the way of you getting to know other people.” She said with a nod as she stepped into the manor after being offered inside. She did her best not to stare in shock as she looked around the inside, this was just the hallway and it was impressive! As they started down the hallway, Abbie’s hip decided to find a nearby desk.

Whack!

Her lips pressed together and her face went bright red. A small little whimper left her as she pulled her leg back from the table and breathed softly before letting out a small, “Ow… I’m okay… And I’m knocking things over…” Her caramel eyes opened and she looked down to see what she had knocked on the ground. Picking up the piece of paper it unrolled a bit before she turned it to him; “Is this you?”

[Jones Sparrow]

Dick gave a smile when he opened the door, and Alfred was still not used to not opening the door due to Dick always beating him to it, and when he saw her fumbling to get everything together, he helped her take the black coffee, and invited her in. "Thanks for the coffee, and you aren't. its mostly interviewers and business meetings I'm being invited to at the moment. I'm sure the party invitations will come later tonight." Dick said, with a small smile, not planning on going anywhere social tonight. He had to make up some patrol time as Nightwing. Like tracking down Penguin and see what he's after, and also finding out anything else about Two-Face--

His thoughts were cut off by a loud bang, and looking over to see Abbie red faced. He immediately went to her side, checking her hip, then the table. Luckily she was strong, and so was the table. He didn't need her to feel bad about damaging something here, and he really didn't want her injured after being one of his first guests here. He could see the tabloid headings now. She looked down at the old poster that he just recently found, and when asked if it was him, he gave a small nod. "The flying Graysons." He said. The poster was blue, with large letters "The Flying Graysons in: 'Flight of Death!'", and showed the silhouettes of Dick's mother, father, and himself. It was sponsored and paid for by Wayne Enterprises. As he looked at himself he wondered if that was one of the reasons why Bruce took him in. He felt responsible. He rolled it up, and set it on he table again, just when Alfred made his presence.

"Hello Master Grayson, who is your guest?" He asked politely, giving a smile towards Abbie. "Alfred, this is Miss Abigail Dent. Abbie, this is Alfred Pennysworth. He's been the butler for Wayne Manor since Bruce was a kid." Dick said with a smile. "How do you do, Miss Dent. I raised this young man before you, and let me tell you, he can be quite a handful, so watch out." He said again in a polite tone, but a hint of playfulness as he walked towards a door. "May I get you all something to drink?" he called out.

"No thanks, Alfred. She got Tim and I some coffee, and I'm going to show her around before I get back to work."

"Very good sir, if you need anything, let me know." And he disappeared. Dick then turned his attention back to Abbie, and smiled. "Please, make yourself feel at home. Everything's a bit messy right now, but it makes it feel more lived in I guess." He said, running a hand through his hair. He wasn't the most presentable. His hair was a bit wet from splashing his face earlier, his forehead was a bit sweaty, and his white t-shirt was covered in dirt and dust from this morning's chores. Not a man who looks like he owns more than a billion dollars, right?

[EasilyAmused]

The response she got was rather unexpected; he nodded and repeated the title but didn’t say anything more. What Abbie didn’t expect was that it would be a tender subject and that’s when it dawned on her. He had suffered losing his parents and lived with Bruce, which is why he was now the one who inherited the estate. Her caramel gaze followed the paper as he set it back down on the table again. Now she was embarrassed because he caught her trying to ring the doorbell with her elbow, she ran her hip into the closest solid object and now she brought up a tender subject that she didn’t want to talk about… great….

Someone entered the room and the blonde turned, the man was older and gave off the vibe of being much wiser then he was appearing to be. A smile moved across her full pink lips showing her bright white teeth to the older gentleman in the suit. “It’s a pleasure.” She said politely before turning her gaze to Dick with raised eyebrows but the grin staying firmly on her face. Turning her attention back to Alfred she nodded as he walked off towards another room.

It took a moment for her to realize that he was talking to her again. Not because she didn’t want to hear from him but because she was too entranced by the atmosphere of the location. “Oh, thank you.” Her response came with a goofy laugh as she placed her purse down next to the poster before following him deeper into the house. After seeing a few rooms they wondered into the billiard room only to find an excited Abbie nearly skipping to it. “Oh I love pool! I haven’t played it in a long time.” She said wondering in before looking over at the bar. “And a bar, very nice.”

Her small hand glided along the table as she walked along the pool table as if inspecting it. Though her gaze kept flicking up to look at Dick in hopes she’d be able to sneak glances at him when he wasn’t looking in her direction. He was a good looking guy, had a simple sort of way about him and highly respectful; which was surprising in this world. She only hoped he wouldn’t lose that, and she hoped that they could be considered friends. “You think you’d be up for taking a break and playing a game of pool?”

Tom, tell Dick I checked into the signatures. It’s a 50 – 50 shot it’s Harvey Dent, I’ll keep digging.

[Jones Sparrow]

Dick made sure not to take her in to rooms where Tim and him didn't clear out, or had any questionable items in it (Manors always had weird things in them, but but he didn't feel like explaining why Bruce Wayne had a jar of mystery liquid in it and a tomb stone of "Solomon Grudy's" Tomb Stone. As they entered the billiard room, Dick smiled lightly as she ran over to the pool table, he leaned on the bar, watching her as she admired the thing. He would play against Bruce as a kid. He surprisingly beat Bruce a few times, but even to this day he didn't know if he let him or not. He walked over to the table, putting his hand on it, and when asked if he wanted to play, he gave a grin and grabbed a pool sick from the wall. "Before I accept your offer, I must warn you that you are not challenging an average joe pool player. I've been banned at bars all over the world with my skills. And yeah, this is supposed to be intimidating and not a giant bluff." Dick said, handing her a stick. It was quick to figure out that Dick was competitive, and some might say cocky, and had a certain charm to him that villains hated.

Meanwhile Tim was down below in the Batcave, typing away, quickly glancing at text as it appeared on the screen. Not only was he doing a sweep for Cobblepot, and researching about this whole Harvey Dent thing, he was also investigating what happened that night when Bruce left. Freeze managed to escape, or at least the GCPD couldn't find him anywhere. He got the text from Barbara, glancing at it. A 50-50 chance eh?

Not good odds. I'll let him know. Tim replied, turning the screens off before going upstairs back in to the manor. Tim was searching for a bit through all the rooms until he ran in to Alfred to find out that Dick had a "Lovely guest" over. Dick wasn't talking to Barbara earlier. It was this mystery guest. He opened the door to the pool room. "Dick, I got some information about D--" He saw just who his guest was. Dick was playing a game of pool with the woman that could possibly be his personal arch enemy. "D... Da moving truck..." He tried to pass the "Da" off as a "The". "It won't be able to make it today... Who's this?" Tim asked, trying to change the subject.

Dick didn't want this to happen. The last thing he needed was Tim Drake thinking the wrong ideas. "Tim, this is Abigail Dent." But he already knew that. "Abbie, this is Tim Drake. He's a good friend of mine, and Bruce's." Dick said, Tim walked over and shook his head. "We're practically brothers." He said to Abbie, referencing about him and Dick. "Nice to meet you, Abbie." He read that she went by that name on the database. He hoped it wasn't too weird for him to assume her nick name. Dick nodded towards the bar, aiming for a shot on the pool table. "Abbie brought us some coffee, and I wanted to show her the house." He said casually, but Tim raised an eyebrow, glancing at him as if asking if he liked her. Dick gave a subtle head shake to say not now. Tim smiled.

"Thanks for the coffee, we needed it." Tim said, taking the cup. "You're the first guest in a while to visit the infamous Wayne Manor. What do you think of it?" He asked, eyeing Abigail. He was trying to determine if she had anything to define her as "evil." A menacing glare when Dick wasn't looking, taking out a silver dollar and flipping it, very slyly trying to steal some item around... But all he could see was that she kept glancing at Dick with no evil intent, but one that could be defined as attraction... Oh, she liked the new mystery man that came back to Gotham. He had a feeling Dick liked her too... Hopefully the odds of her being Two-Face's daughter was actually 49-51.

[EasilyAmused]

Did Abigail expect a tour of the manor when she showed up? Did she expect to meet the infamous butler? Did she honestly think the new billionaire would want to do something as small and simple as a game of pool? The answer to all of those questions as a simple ‘no’; yet here she was. Half of her felt like she was getting some form of special attention but she didn’t want to believe that she was getting some form of special treatment… maybe, he just likes her company right? Right?

Reaching out a delicate hand, she wrapped her fingers around the thicker end of the stick and took it from him. “Bars around the world huh?” Her hand slowly let the stick fall between it until the end hit the ground and she leaned against it. “Well I’ve been kicked out of tournaments because someone with my awesome skills shouldn’t compete with people, it wasn’t fair.” Leaning up against the stick, she leaned against the stick with a grin. “And that’s supposed to be intimidating too.” She nodded before leaning the stick against the table and squatted down, grabbing the triangle and placed it on the top before slowly loading the balls into the triangle.

Her head jerked up from loading up the rack to see a young man enter the room with them. She rose up dropping the last ball onto the rack lining them up nicely. “Hello Tim, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” And she nodded in the direction of the coffee as well with a bright smile. “It sounds like you young men have been working hard. Just don’t overwork yourself.” She nodded before stealing another glance at Dick.

Turning her attention to the triangle she lifted it gently off of the balls and slid the white ball across the table to where Dick was standing, at that moment she turned her caramel gaze to Tim with another bright white smile across her full lips. “It’s lovely. I can’t say I’ve ever seen any place like it before.” Turning her attention back to Dick she gave him a grin. “Host breaks.” With that she looked back at Tim while Dick lined up his shot. “I feel rather honored to even be invited in through the door much less deeper into the house. Then again, you bug someone enough they’re bound to talk to you or tell you to go away.” She said with a cheeky grin towards Dick. “Just remember Dick, you’re playing against a professional…somewhat, possibly, maybe…” Her gaze moved away from Dick in an attempt not to stare at him as she stayed on the other side of the pool table not wanting to break his comfort zone but she felt her hands fidget, her body rock ever-so-slightly and her gaze attempt to flick uncontrollable towards his direction No Abbie, friend… friend-FRIEND.

[Jones Sparrow]

Tim noticed that while Abbie was bending over to assort the pool balls, Dick was hesitant, but he saw her glancing down at her before looking straight up to him. When told not to overwork, both Tim and Dick smirked a bit. If she only knew that they rarely got any sleep, and tried their best to have social lives to make sure no one suspects them. Tim took a sip of the coffee, leaning on the bar. "This place definitely is something, as the time goes by, more and more is added to it. I'm pretty sure we both got lost in this place earlier cleaning out the place." Tim said with a smile, noticing that she was no longer looking at him, but at Dick.

Dick took the cue ball, giving a smile at her comment. "And you're somewhat possibly maybe playing against a pool god." He took aim, and fired, leaving a satisfying CRACK, sending the balls all over the table. He managed to sink one in, giving a grin and doing a subtle yet goofy victory dance as he did. "You're solids, I got stripes." He said, walking over to the cue ball again, bending down, and taking aim.

Tim watched the two from the bar, the way Abbie was moving, and trying not to look at Dick but doing so, she obviously was fighting some sort of feelings. It was hard to tell what Dick was thinking. He was trained by Bruce to have a poker face, but he was enjoying himself. As much as he liked this scene, he still had the message from Barbara in the back of his mind. "That may be true with annoying people, but sometimes just being yourself can do the trick. You get real tired of the "rich" getup real quick. Probably the reason why Bruce rarely had guests." Tim said.

"I heard about your party you threw last night, Abbie. Also heard about the Penguin and Nightwing fight shortly after. Crazy situation. No one was still there, right?" Tim asked concerned like anyone would if they heard the news about these two specific men going at it.

Dick missed his shot, and gave Tim a look before standing, and walking past Abbie. "Your time to shine, 'Champ'." He said teasingly to her, walking over to the bar to take a sip of his own coffee. His eyes then went to Abbie setting up for her shot. If needed, Dick could use the excuse of being so busy this morning that he didn't hear about the Penguin incident. Tim looked at Dick, seeing what he was looking at, and then smirked at him.

They both looked at each other, and then Dick coughed a bit and moved back to the pool table casually, hoping Tim wasn't going too far with his imagination

[EasilyAmused]

“Oh ‘god’ are we?” She responded in a playful questioning tone, pulling her head back as she leaned on the pool cue with a nod and a small eye roll; though she couldn’t help but allow a twinkle of playfulness in her eyes. But upon Tim making a comment about how getting tired of the rich getup she found herself nodding in agreement. That’s one of the few reasons she took a job, aside from attempting to not live off of her father’s money. She didn’t want to be ‘that person’ but she wasn’t going to deny the help.

Tim’s question about anyone being there around the presence of Nightwing and Penguin going head to head but it wasn’t a battle as some people seem to make it out to be. He beat up some of the Penguin’s guards and so did she but from there they didn’t see each other. When Dick talked around her and teasingly called her champ she gave him an arrogant smirk. “Oh you’ll eat those words.” She said with a nod before talking around the table and eyeing her shot for a solid ball.

“Unlike you, I prefer the quieter way.” She leaned over the table with a smirk, lining up her shot and made no more than a small clink as the balls hit each other; knocking in a solid. Standing back upright she smirked as she began her walk around the table. “To answer your question Tim,” She began, her small fingers tapping against the wood of the cue stick as she debated on whether to answer it or not. “As far as I’m aware no one was there, I left shortly after Dick left.” This time she climbed up on the table crossing one leg over the other in her jeans and rose up the stick. Leaning over she placed her hand upon the table and rested the stick gently on it. With a light tap, she sent another ball into a socket. Smirking she climbed off the table and began her walk once again.

“I do have a question for you Dick,” She began as she lined up yet another shot. “Well a question comes with a story, I guess you could say.” She pulled her cue back and gently knocked in another ball before taking aim at another one. “Night before last Nightwing pulled my driver out of the window of the car and nearly pressed his face into the concrete. He came from Bludhaven; so I’d like to ask you a simple question.” With that she lined up the shot and missed letting out a sigh, hanging her head slightly she stood upright and stepped back from the table before looking at Dick, “He seems kinda like a jerk. Was he like that there?” No, no question on why he was there, she could understand helping until Batman came back… hopefully, but nearly beating up an innocent cab driver… yeah still on her negative list.