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:

[i]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![/i]

[i]You should always start off the morning with a laugh.[/i] 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.

[i]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.[/i]