At her first meeting with Dick, she found him to be quite humorous and willing to make fun of her for not knowing he was the new owner of the estate. And now here they were, playing a game of pool ever-so causally in the Wayne Manor. Along with making playful comments and even, dare she think, flirtatious? Did Abbie ever think she'd be in this position? No. Did she ever consider she could get along with someone who probably has more money than God? No. Why? Well she didn't think she could talk to someone like that. But Dick wasn't a normal 'billionaire bachelor', he came across as a relaxed kid from the streets and that made communicating with him a lot easier.

As the game went on and Dick took his shots, Abbie gave off small signals of both nervousness and excitement. Her fingers would twitch against the stick as he spoke showing she was nervous but at the same time her free hand would play with her hair in the pony tail or glad her hand along the table top showing some form of flirtatious activity. Inside her mind she wasn't quite catching on to what she was actually doing but her mind was very clear on the fact that she was having a good time.

She smirked at his comment to her before she looked at Tim with a look of surprise; and not because he asked about her parents but because he had called Dick a clown. Her head jerked back and shook slightly in the surprise before she spoke, "Clown? Au contraire." She said waving a small finger at him as she rounded the table to line up her shot, "This man is no clown, maybe a bit foolish but far from a clown." Her caramel eyes flicked playful to Dick before she leaned over and lined up her shot focusing on the ball. "I think "classic" described him pretty well. Why you ask?" She pulled the stick back and knocked her last ball into a pocket with easy. 

"First off, he answers his own door." She observed the table as she walked to try to line up her last shot. "Secondly, he's willing to talk to people he's never met, including some random blonde on his doorstep." She stopped walking after picking where she wanted to swing from. "Thirdly, he sends people thank you gifts." At that she chalked the end of her cue stick. "And lastly I bet he'd hold a door open for me." With that she looked over at Dick and gave him a playful grin, "But that's just a guess, I could be expecting way too much."

With that she put down the chalk back on the edge of the table. "But to answer your other question Tim; I don't know really. I was adopted by the man I now call my father when I was a baby. He was kind enough not to keep that from me and he loves me dearly so I've never seen a reason to track down my real parents." She gave a shrug before leaning over the table. "It's ironic though." She said with a nod before point, "Corner pocket." She pulled back the stick before speaking again, "He's got blonde hair too, well what's left of it." She gave a small shrug leaving the statement at that. She didn't like to go into her father's story about why he was injured but it wasn't her story to tell. At her release Tim's phone buzzed.

[i]We can't rule out the chances of it not being Harvey Dent but Tim, there's way too high of a chance it is. 98% chance Abigail Dent is the adopted daughter of Two Face.[/i]

At the time his phone buzzed, the ball fell into the pocket. "Good game." She said standing upright and giving him a grin. "Honestly didn't think I'd win. I hope you weren't going easy on me." She said playfully. "I don't want to take up your cleaning time but I don't have any plans for today if you'd like some extra help. Or I can leave you to it." She should want to help out a new friend right?