𝐀𝐥𝐥-𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐥𝐥-𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠

[ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧 - 𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗘 👽]

Hey, is this - Is now a good time to talk to everyone? I know there's ... too much going on everywhere, but I still need to debrief everyone.

Two half-blind peas in a too-bright pod. Must be something in the city's water.

It used to be... Once upon a dream. But a friend reminded me of who I really am.

Are we still friends, Gray?

/ spoilers for first family: fantastic steps in the image. wanted to post it outright, but y'know, it's only been a month some people might not've seen it and this is the wrong fandom to expect a quick turnaround for it.

...shoot him again, Tim.

I'm going to blow up the entire city. Tonight.

You all laughed at me. Now look. LOOK!

/ Spooky, talk to me.

Spooky??

SPOOKYYYYY!!!!!!!

Sorry. Thought about life for a second there.

When the.

Yeah... Much as I liked the old look, it raised too many questions.

You're still recognizable. I feel like I could find you with my eyes closed.

/ wild.

...are we sure Gotham needs to be saved?

Now, hold on! Let me fucking finish!! I have a smart bomb -

Why make it a 'big deal'? It was certainly a big deal while it was happening, but it's done now. All that was needed to close that chapter of her life? Closure from the group...

❝ Oh, they're gonna kill us. ❞

Okay. No - Y... Yeah, she's got it.

No speech. No flash cards. No power point. She was going to set up a town hall. Right after the 'group vacation', before everyone branched off to go back to their hearths and hubs.

Lay it all out on the table - Ah, maybe with a timer or a shot clock involved.

/ i distinctly remember y'all sharpening your pitchforks on Quill's ribs last time, let's not revise history

Should she write a speech? Maybe... come up with some sort of flash cards, or a powerpoint?

Winging it seemed -- agreeable, if a little haphazard. But it's hard to look at it objectively. Hard to look at herself objectively...

❝ 'Hey, guys. So, I'm kind of a baddie now...' That sucks. ❞

Nodding. She knew that'd be the answer. That's who Dixie was: someone who'd answer when Babs called.

❝ I'll let you know. ❞

The redhead waved. There was - a desire to say more. Offer more. Do more. . . but she waved. And left.

Hovering there, hand curling up against her lower back, rubbing gently at an ache cropping up.

❝ When I tell everyone, I mean. I'm sure half of the questions will be for you, too. ❞

That trust's what made this knife in her gut twist even further.

Pinky curls in. The rest of the hand with it as she pushes up off of the bed. No need to grab her 'stuff', all of that belonged to Monet. She didn't need anything from this place on her way out.

Not even -

❝ You should be there. ❞

See how it arched, for just a moment, as if about to make a single sweep to the side and lay atop another. Instinct. Programming wearing off. Nostalgia. Who knows?

❝ I'll lay it all out. Just... open the doors once, and then close them forever once its done. ❞

She trusted her family. Always had.

The world had got on just fine while she was playing with pasties and practicing her inverts... but she couldn't think on that too hard. She already had a mountain of 'issues' to work through as soon as she got back home.

She doesn't need to look down. If she did, she'd see the back of her hand.

It 'had to be done'. Modern TV was a study in escalations. It wouldn't have stopped with her, Aster might've gone on to others, ruined more lives... so Dixie did what Dixie does best.

She took matters into her own hands.

❝ You saved my life. ❞ It was a 'thank you'. Close as she could get, anyway.

Yeah... This was Dixie. Ignoring the words, the actions, the deeds weighing on her - on them both, there was a surefire giveaway that put any middling doubt in Babs' mind to rest.

❝ You haven't been 𝘮𝘺 Dixie for a very long time. ❞

She'd heard the rest. Knew what Dixie was saying, what she wasn't.

𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙪, 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙪, 𝙊𝙤𝙝-𝙚𝙚-𝙤𝙤𝙝!

YouTube video by Anamanaguchi - Topic Miku

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘶, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘶, 𝘖𝘰𝘩-𝘦𝘦-𝘰𝘰𝘩.

especially without any rainfall, huh, Gray?

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