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Post by k on May 22, 2011 18:27:28 GMT -5
[/b] Open to all, though note Babs is current in her civvies. Barbara Gordon brushed her red hair behind her ear, walking through Gotham Park, her numerous textbooks in her arms. Spring, she noted, was beginning to come to an end, and the indication of a change of seasons was upon them. Gotham Park looked beautiful, she thought, enjoying the landscape as she walked through. Her classes were finished, and she had more or less been spending all day stuck in the library revising and doing little else beside patrolling when she was able to. Her body was healed from her various encounters recently, including her long-suffering ribs which had been broken not too long ago. She was back in the gym when she could, and had noted herself as spending less time at the Batcave. It felt a little empty now. She thought about Dick as she paused and sat down on the grass, spreading her books around her. She thought of what had happened, how they'd all seen it coming yet remained blissfully ignorant to his desires and needs. The blame couldn't be placed solely on the shoulders of Bruce. In fact, no one was to blame for everything that had happened lately. She was beginning to feel his absence was driving a wedge between them and their personal relations, though. Babs was worried that she was going to find herself having to choose between Bruce and Dick, and that wasn't a decision she would enjoy making. For now, neither had demanded anything of the sort, but the Batcave certainly felt a little more empty without a Robin. However, Dick's ventures forward and away from the Batfamily had made Babs think in different ways. More than just as Batgirl, but as Barbara Gordon. She wasn't the kid she used to be, and donning the Batgirl suit was getting harder to hide from her father. It was tiresome sneaking around, trying to cover up the truth. More so than she'd ever imagined, and she was beginning to understand she too had some decisions to make. Laid out before her now was the Gotham Times, their apartment section spread out in front of her. Babs sat cross-legged, eyeing it carefully. She needed something simple, something affordable. A garden was optional and not entirely essential - she didn't have the time to upkeep that. There was a fairly reasonable one, but she wasn't sure. It was located a lot closer to Central Gotham than the Wayne Manor, that was for sure. She surveyed the section with the kind of depth that suggested to Babs that she was genuinely serious about moving away from home, even if it was only a little way. [/ul]
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Post by Joan Leland on May 24, 2011 5:19:07 GMT -5
The end of what felt like a very long day for Joan Leland was well within sight, the only thing standing between her and home was a great deal of traffic. Today at least this was rather bothersome. It wasn't that it annoyed her exactly and she certainly wasn't impatient, it was simply that with very little to focus on Joan's mind would always travel back to work and when she'd only just left Arkham for the evening she was quite keen to have a break and think about other things. The first chance she got she was going to make an escape, find coffee and wait out the traffic jam somewhere other than her car. Thankfully it wasn't long before she spotted a space and parked. The coffee soon to follow once she found a small cafe on the edge of the park, an ideal place to get away from the growing tension that seemed to always be around drivers in a jam.
Her intention was never to bother Barbara or indeed any random strangers in the park, five minutes into her idle walk and she was fully intending to walk straight by when her phone rang. A mental little sigh and she rooted through her bag for it, not entirely paying attention to where she was going.
Who was it going to be on the line? Her money was on work. She could safely rule out her family, Dad and Darrel would still be working or closing up, Ian never called and her mother didn't even have the number for her cell. Friends? None of the old ones lived in the area, none of the newer ones were exactly friends as far as she was concerned. She optimistically thought it could be one of her neighbours but as she was usually home within the hour if it was them then it probably wouldn't be anything good.
She found the phone, noted that it was indeed one of her colleges from work, pushed the button to pick up the call and nearly stepped on one of Babs books all in the same second. In the next few she grimaces and quickly retreats her foot before she can leave a shoe print on anything "Sorry" A muffled voice started up over the phone which had automatically been moved all the way up to her ear. Her attention clearly shifts to her cell "Not you, I was-" never mind explanations, she's just nearly walked over someone's work and now she's standing there talking on her phone, the only way she could be ruder was if she was actually trying.
She appears frazzled for less than a second before suddenly she's back in her professional work mode, her tone calm and patient "Dave, can this wait till tomorrow?" a pause while she listens to the reply and butts in "Yes that can wait till tomorrow" she reassures, the muffled voice on the other end of the phone just continues and she tries to interrupt again "Yes...I know...Look..." a faint trace of irritation and she's had enough already though it doesn't make it to her voice which remains calm and apologetic even as she flat out lies "I'm in the car, I can't talk right now. Call me back cause the light's just changing" a small pause, Dave's not getting it and still talking on. Joan just hangs up and looks back down to Babs, any irritation instantly switching into an apologetic look "Sorry again. Nothing's broken or stepped on is it?" she hopes she would have noticed if she actually had stepped on something but best to check and she glances over the area around her feet just in case. Her hand automatically turns off the sound on the phone as soon as it rings again and she drops it back in her bag. Dave can direct his rant at the answering machine.
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Post by k on May 24, 2011 11:05:56 GMT -5
[/b] Babs assured her with a smile. She left her bag and books on the grass as she stood up from her position, not particularly fond of having the woman standing above her whilst she sat down. She glanced at the books and bent down to sweep up the paper with the apartments on it before a gust of wind blew them away. Babs was surprised to see Leland outside of the Asylum, she was only used to seeing her when they were bringing in patients. Babs couldn't say she knew much about the woman, only that she was a psychiatrist. However, as Barbara Gordon, the woman was a complete stranger to her. She glanced at the woman's bag, hearing what could only be the ringtone of her phone. "That sounds important," Babs pointed out, with a smile.[/ul]
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Post by Joan Leland on May 24, 2011 17:07:06 GMT -5
The secret identity of Batgirl seems to be safe as there's no sign of recognition on Joan's face. As far as she's concerned she's talking to a perfect stranger, any vague familiarity dismissed as she doesn't know any young red haired women and she's not prone to seeing vigilantes everywhere. She would find it just as surprising if not more so to meet Batgirl or any of them on their time off as Babs is to see her, if she only knew. Logically they do both have personal lives. Joan doesn't live in Arkham, Barbara isn't always dressed like a bat, they exist in the world outside, but it's always odd to see it of course.
Dr. Leland however outside of work doesn't look much different than she does inside, though this could be helped by the fact that she was on her way home. Aside from her lab coat having been exchanged for a jacket and the bag on her shoulder there's no obvious change, she still holds herself with the same quiet confidence and a polite smile. The difference are so small that clearly Joan is just Joan wherever she is and while she had wanted a break from thinking as she did at work really she can't help it anyway.
In some ways at least it's helpful, she certainly isn't daunted by having a conversation with a stranger and she's not getting the vibe that she should just go away and leave Babs alone as the other woman stands up so she hangs around for a moment at least. As her attention is redirected back to the phone she pulls it out again long enough to check that it's stopped ringing and a message is being left instead "It really isn't, he worries too much" she was being nice about it. She did hope Dave would start to relax a little soon as he hadn't been around so long but she had a feeling strict regulations gave him the excuse he wanted to boss people around. She still also hoped he wouldn't get to see what a real emergency in Arkham was like. The filing system seems a lot more insignificant when things have actually been blown up more than once "Paperwork" she offers as a vague explanation, slipping the phone back into her bag again. She'd call him back when she got home and he'd probably calmed down. Joan would never neglect her job and if she thought it was actually important she'd already be gone. This could wait until tomorrow, no one was about to escape or things go horribly wrong tonight. Or if things were going to go horribly wrong it wasn't going to be because of the paperwork anyway.
Her eyes glanced to the books still on the ground and she scanned over the subjects, her smile brightening a little "You're a University student?" she's naturally curious but genuinely interested, it also comes with the job. The newspaper's quickly noted too but she doesn't want to seem too nosy. Still she got enough of a look to assume Babs is a student looking for accommodation, not exactly cheap ones either from the brief look she got at the circled one before looking back at Babs herself. Rich family she supposes, not exactly uncommon around some areas of Gotham.
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Post by k on May 26, 2011 17:44:23 GMT -5
[/b] Babs smiled. "I'm studying Criminal Justice at Gotham University," she explained. "Kind of a family thing I guess," she added, thinking about her father's line of work. She certainly hadn't planned to strike up a conversation with a random person in the park, but she had no bother in doing so. Babs loved University and the such, because it meant she could get some gossip. Not gossip about personal relations - that didn't interest her. Overhearing people talk about things though was always of interest to Babs. People would mention things in passing that they didn't consider at all relevant, but to someone like Batgirl became a tip-off or a clue for something bigger. People going missing, people acting oddly, the kind of thing that seemed like nothing to anyone else. "So - er - where do you work? I assume the phone call was work related - you mentioned paperwork," Babs continued. Of course she knew where Joan Leland worked, but she wasn't going to mention that, nor the fact she actually knew the woman. Now would be a great time to hear some things about Arkham, Babs thought, things she wouldn't otherwise be able to hear, as long as the woman indulged her in her question.[/ul]
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Post by Joan Leland on May 26, 2011 21:38:17 GMT -5
Joan had often considered moving to a larger apartment, the asylum might have to triple her pay check before she'd consider a penthouse possible but she could afford better than she had. Unlike Barbara though Joan already had her freedom and settled quietly into a comfortable rut a long time ago. The only reason she could think of to get somewhere bigger now was to spread out her stuff and give her cat more room to move, which he wouldn't care about anyway. It was just as well Dr. Leland remained a mystery that no one considered in need of investigation, her work was far more interesting than her lack of social life.
Criminal Justice. It wasn't what Joan would have pegged the young woman for but everyone has their own quirks and the books did look like they'd been used. Such a low opinion of the younger generation already, Joan felt old just for her own thoughts. The idea of a rich family is quickly reconsidered, with that sort of line of work they'd still have to be quite high up on the ladder to afford a penthouse for their daughter. Of course there was always the chance she only circled it as some sort of fantasy or joke. Now she was just getting nowhere with her guessing game. Not enough information. She did remind herself that really she should stop trying to work out the details of strangers anyway, she probably never would stop but she should.
"A difficult subject, though a worthwhile one, I hope you do some good with it too. Have you worked out what sort of field you'd like to go into yet?" Joan enquires, trying to work out the most likely answers herself anyway. Lawyer would certainly explain some family money but she couldn't really see Babs happily sat behind a desk. Nor could she see her walking around with the police though, of course there were plenty of options to choose from...Strangers, must not analyse strangers. She can't remember the last time she had a simple conversation without trying to work out what was going on in the other person's head. Sadly working that out tended to need a lot of background information.
Years of experience and outwardly it's just Dr. Leland with her polite questions and a small smile anyway. She is interested really, it's nice to see a young person wanting to do something good. It's just hard to stop herself over thinking it and trying to think of why Babs might want to follow in the family footsteps.
She chuckles quietly at Barbara's words "I think I may pity the woman who chooses to do paperwork in their free time" she considers lying or half lying with her answer for a split second but always feels bad for the thought alone so she has to be honest even if admitting to working in a mental asylum full of criminals usually changes how people see you. It shouldn't but she knows it does and it takes forever to break down that psychologist image and return to normal again. Still, the answer comes without hesitation "I'm a Doctor at Arkham" she finally offers a hand to shake and an introduction "Joan" she saves introducing herself as Dr. Leland just for work "How long have you been at Gotham University then?"
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Post by manhunter on May 26, 2011 22:45:56 GMT -5
J'onn J'onzz or as people here on Earth would know him. John Jones homicide detective for the Gotham City Police Department. Moved into the park a paperback novel under his arm. Noticing the college student and slightly older woman already there. He moved past them his badge not currently visible, but he was dressed much like Harvey Bullock. Except for two big differences he was a lot more fit then Harvey.
An was black now as he had been white the last time. He had used the John Jones identity ten or fifteen years ago. Back when Dick Grayson had been much younger and going by Robin. As he read another part of his mind was listening. To the sounds and voices around him as he heard. "I'm a Doctor at Arkham"
He looked up from his book slightly interested now. He knew very little about Arkham Asylum though he had visited a few times. Not that his name martian or human. Would ever be seen on a sign in sheet for the place. He now opened a second part of his mind this one to pick up any surface thoughts. Either of the two women might think was this wrong?
He guessed it might be if either of them knew, but to him. It was simply for his on benefit he wished to learn about humans. An two women speaking and thinking about place for the criminally insane was interesting to him.
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Post by k on May 27, 2011 10:44:35 GMT -5
[/b] she answered, with a great deal of truth to her words. Looking at her options meant a lot of things, but she wanted to settle and find one that would still allow her to proceed with being Batgirl. She didn't fancy fighting on both sides of the law, worried that the lines of justice would become nothing but a grey area to her, nothing but a blur. She didn't impart any more thoughts on the woman about what she intended to do in the future, mostly because she couldn't say for certain. All she knew was she wasn't going to give up the night job. Babs held out her hand and shook Joan's, somewhat surprised but at the very least pleased by the slightly formal introduction. Too many people viewed Babs as nothing but a kid, and maybe her age dictated such things as a common view, but she saw herself as older than she was. "Arkham? The Asylum?" Babs asked, feigning a rather limited view of what the place was. "Wow, I guess you have some interesting work days." She paused and took in the woman's question. She certainly hadn't been at the University long, but long enough for her to gather her credits for a graduation. "Two years," she explained. She opened her mouth to go into detail slightly more when someone caught her eye, someone who remained one of the sole people in the park. She narrowed her eyes - Babs wasn't one to miss things, but she wasn't going to draw attention to his presence. Instead she turned back to Joan. "So, Arkham, you say?" she asked, prying for something more. "My father's the Commissioner, so I hear a lot of things about Arkham. I won't lie, not many of them are of the positive pursuasion. From what I hear, it's quite full, is it not? Plenty of re-offenders?" Babs asked, with interest. "Just a passing interest - I'm looking at my options," she restated.[/ul]
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Post by Joan Leland on May 27, 2011 15:44:58 GMT -5
There are two different reactions Joan has primarily come to expect from people at the mention of Arkham. One is the 'Oh...that's nice' reaction swiftly followed by an awkward subject change and many uncomfortable looks. The other is fascination. There have been a few that don't care or very rarely someone who is actually more interested in the Doctor part but they're usually fellow psychologists.
After the mention of criminal justice Joan was expecting fascination and she's not surprised. She was a little surprised by the man who looked up from his book at that moment, her job did also revolve around spotting those subtle little reactions. Though she hadn't paid much attention to his arrival past vaguely noticing he passed by that one small movement has placed him in her radar for a moment. Maybe he just remembered forgetting to buy milk, Joan thought without much belief in the idea. Inner voice Joan is blunter and rather sceptical, but how she acts and what she thinks are usually rather different things. She tries not to focus on Jones, if another random member of the public wants to be interested in the asylum then that's nothing unusual.
Her eyes remain on Barbara instead, nodding to the undecided career option "It's not unusual, deciding what to do with your life can be quite daunting. It's good to remember that you can change your mind if your first choice doesn't turn out the way you wanted it to, nothing will be set in stone" she can't help trying to be reassuring while she stalls a moment, placing herself in the right mind for talk of Arkham. A time to watch her words if there was any, the wrong word to the wrong person and they could have another break out. There were more than enough of those in the asylum's history already.
To her it was an informal introduction, just naturally professional any time she introduces herself as anything but Dr. Leland she considers it informal, plus she's trying to distance herself from the Doctor part to discourage questions. She smiles though "As with most places the stories are more interesting than the reality. No, most of my days are filled with talking and paperwork I'm afraid" As for Babs, clearly she's young but it's the sort of age Joan doesn't know what to do with. She's had a lack of experience with teenagers but Babs is not a kid as far as she's concerned, she doesn't act like a kid, she can't be treated like one entirely. It was easier to treat Barbara as an adult anyway, Joan knew how to interact with adults.
Joan followed Barbara's lapse in attention back to John Jones with just a glance. Again, it's the details, mouth opening then stopping, narrowing of the eyes, the girl's attention has clearly moved elsewhere. For what reason she can't be sure though, filing it away as a random unsolved mystery as Babs questions again. The mention of the Commissioner grants a small raise of the eyebrows in surprise. He would certainly be able to afford a penthouse.
The mention of re-offenders gathers her attention but she chuckles, faking light-heartedness very well "We sadly don't have good press but when people think of an asylum it's not usually in a good way, one too many horror movies to get the imagination going. We still have the room and the staff to help those currently staying at Arkham, along with plenty more whenever your father needs us to look after someone" the vague answer comes mostly out of habit for avoiding giving personal details to patients, as does the smooth subject diversion after it to remove herself from the subject of conversation "The Commissioner though, I can see why you said Criminal Justice ran in the family, I hope he's proud. Lets see, I suppose that would make you...Barbara is it? How is your father?" Joan might not know Babs but she does know more about her father, enough to vaguely remember someone mentioning his daughter sometime ago.
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Post by manhunter on May 27, 2011 18:00:57 GMT -5
J'onn frowned into his book these woman were good. Too good both had caught his interest in them much quicker. Then he had expected them too this of course. Only interested him that much more, but what to do he couldn't. Just leave that would make it to obvious that he was hiding something. An he didn't want to leave of the two the doctor.
Had been the one he had expected to not show she had caught his slip. Maybe none of the people she dealt with had mental abilities. No it was most likely she only saw them only. When there powers if they had them were suppressed. As for this Barbara Gordon had a very guarded mind, and barely would of registered. If he did not have telepathy too, but now he only had two options open to him.
Withdraw either physically by outright leaving the park. Mentally by going back to his book completely. An only listening with only a bit of his mind, but both of these ideas. Made him feel cowardly so he chose to go with option two. Something he rarely allowed physical human contact. He would actually speak to these humans outside of work.
Engaging in conversation it was always good. To add something to the conversation that was both new, but still linked. To what the two were speaking of before his joining in. An the only topic that came to mind was something. That was always big talk at the Station The Batman. So he marked his place in his book with only a mental note.
An stood moving to stand next to a seat facing them. His right hand dropping to the chair, but not making a move to sit yet. "I couldn't help over hearing your conversation. I am John Jones a Homicide detective with the GCPD. An considering where you work doctor and you Miss Gordon. Being the Commissioner's daughter what are your thoughts on The Batman?"
He paused frowning openly he had forgot to ask if he could join them. That would of been the most polite way to start, but he hoped this would work in fixing his slip. "My apologies must of fell back into my reporter days. Rudely sking questions before asking if I may join you?"
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Post by k on May 28, 2011 17:57:38 GMT -5
[/b] Babs smiled, realizing she hadn't yet introduced herself. She smiled at Joan and nodded. "My father's fine, thank you, working hard as usual. He never quite stops," she explained. "But then, I'm sure you know all about that, I can't imagine Arkham gives you too much downtime," Babs stated. Her attention was diverted from their conversation as the man she'd previously seen stop approached the pair of them. He introduced himself, and Babs frowned again. That name... she was sure it rang a bell. She listened to what he had to say, and was surprised by his choice of questions. How did she feel about Batman? That was a big question, but she had to answer it as Barbara Gordon would. "Batman? Well," she glanced at Joan and then back at the man. "His work is admirable, by any means, but I can't say it's always justifiable. My father does a great job at keeping the streets of Gotham clean, and the police department work equally hard and deserve just as much praise and attention as this Batman figure. He's a law breaker, and there is a very fine line between what he does, and the men he pursues," Babs said, looking up at the man. Her words, of course, were of a carefully selected nature. She couldn't embrace Batman's existence, nor thoroughly brush it off and reject it. "It begs the question, where does it all end?" Barbara finished, glancing back to Joan to see if she too would justify the man's question with an answer.[/ul]
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Post by Joan Leland on May 29, 2011 8:18:46 GMT -5
Another smile and nod meets Barbara's news on her father before Joan laugh lightly at the idea of downtime "Past the required day or two off a week, not a lot" it was partially by choice of course. Joan's holiday days went largely unused, there was always more important things to do that taking a break.
Joan didn't give Jones' presence thought again until he stood up when her glance towards him became a bit more obvious. Truth be told she was glad for the distraction away from Arkham. She knew better than to go into detail on the place out on the street and there were only so many vague answers she could give about the place before someone would notice she's not really telling them anything. Indeed she wasn't used to telepathy though, certainly not to the extent that she expects to meet one on the street randomly and guards her mind all the time. She has no reason to suspect John Jones of such a thing so she continues to think freely.
A vague mental note on his current appearance pops up, noting he appears reasonably fit but it twists into considering that it could be a requirement or advantage for whatever it is he does or just mean he has a gym and too much time on his hands. She doesn't have time to speculate before he answers the question himself: Detective. How he asks for thoughts on Batman though her mind automatically comes to a different conclusion: Reporter. With his next words it was nice to know there was a good reason for the instinct to kick in.
She sticks with the side of caution though, if nothing else her years talking to criminals has taught her that people lie. Once more the smile is out though "Nice to meet you Detective. I don't suppose I could ask if you have your badge on you?" she sounds apologetic for even asking but she assumes he has it and as soon as she's seen it close enough to know it's not a cheap kid's toy she looks apologetic too "We get a few actual reporters pretending to be anything just for a quote. It's always best to be certain" the topic may not be Arkham anymore but if she were to say Batman was crazy or something and it turned up in a tabloid as a medical opinion then that's just a headache.
Identity confirmed her attention turns to the actual question. What does she think of Batman? A man who sneaks around at night, beating up bad guys while dressed as a bat? He clearly has some reasons for it of his own. She's rather glad he's around though "He's an interesting case" trying to sound light-hearted like she hasn't given it much thought before "Yes, he does break the law and I'm very thankful there are some lines he doesn't seem to cross. His methods are questionable and of course it would be more desirable to have the police handle everything but do I think we would be better off without him? You have to admit he's done a lot of good things"
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Post by manhunter on May 29, 2011 12:47:41 GMT -5
Since they had not objected to his joining them. He had started to lower into his chair then heard a thought. ......and was a brilliant cover up for everything she was interested in as Batgirl. He nearly fell out of his chair as he heard this. He caught himself though barely and chuckled a bit as he righted himself. An he looked first to Barbara speaking to her.
"I agree for the most part yes he breaking the law, but his doing something many in the GCPD could never do...., but don't tell Harvey Bullock I said that." He then heard Dr. Leland asking to see his badge he could understand her concern. As he was reaching into his coat for the badge. He chose to reveal himself completely to Barbara. Of course he couldn't change with Leland here, but he thought to her. As he was handing his badge over to Dr. Leland.
It is nice to meet another of Gotham's protectors Miss Gordon. My true name is J'onn J'onzz the Martian Manhunter. I am a sort of outer space bounty hunter. I met Batman and Robin or should I say Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson many years ago. He paused taking his badge back from Dr. Leland."The only bad thing I think I could say about the Batman.
Is I do agree with many of the officers I've asked the question too. At least one person in Arkham wouldn't be there if not for him the Joker. For I was told he is responsible for the accident that made him like he is? As he was still talking he added the thought back to Barbara. As for the comment I mean no disrespect to Bruce I am only curious. Also what has happened to Robin I have heard nothing of him?
Is he this Nightwing that I've been hearing about? An of course I know your unable to speak aloud just think your answers. I only read surface thoughts unless I have permission or a request to go deeper.
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Post by k on May 30, 2011 13:09:35 GMT -5
[/b] Babs replied, "but I have often heard people question whether his presence only brings in further criminals to Gotham. It's a cesspit for crime, but you put one away in prison, or in Arkham, and another person takes their place," Babs theorised. "People are desperate to do what others could not - defeat Batman," she said pointedly. Babs jumped a little when she heard J'onn's voice in her head, and her hand flew up to lightly touch the side. She glanced to him, and then back to Joan. Waiting for her response to her statement. She didn't want to draw any attention to J'onn, since he'd imparted his true identity upon her. Apparently her thoughts weren't as guarded as she originally supposed. She'd certainly heard of J'onn before, because very little slipped through Babs meticulous examinations of the files Batman had, compiling the names and attributes of various vigilantes, as well as rogues. She wasn't shocked by his appearance, only to hear it so clearly in her head. She remained silent and calm, her only acknowledgement had been her brief glance at him. 'Quite the surprise, J'onn, it's nice to meet you,' Babs responded, a small smile playing on her face as she tried to work out exactly how she was supposed to do this. "I - yes," Babs said, regaining composure to answer John's question. "I've heard plenty of rumours about the Joker's origins, but rumours are just that, Detective Jones," she said, looking up at the man. She was still smiling, but took a brief second to bend down to pick up her many University books, giving her the brief moment to respond again to J'onn. 'Robin is Nightwing now, guess things have changed since you last saw him,' Babs thought. That was certainly the case, especially if J'onn hadn't crossed paths with either Batman or Robin for a while. Dick's change had been a surprise to all of them, though probably not so much as Babs and Bruce would allow themselves to believe. They'd both expected this for a long time, and it was Dick's changes that were spurring Babs into her own. She picked up the paper as well, looking down at the few potential apartments she'd circled. With her parents inheritance, she was sure she'd be able to afford something vaguely suitable. [/ul]
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Post by Joan Leland on May 31, 2011 18:15:38 GMT -5
Leland might be entirely understanding if she discovered she was talking to not only Batgirl but an alien too. It was true that she wasn't part of the costumed gang though and she still has no idea who she's actually speaking with. Any clues to the mental conversation between the other two seem to have been missed.
She nods to Barbara's spoken words instead "True, it is a possibility and sadly the public can get caught in the middle. You do have to admit Batman isn't exactly the only person out there fighting crime in a mask though. If not him it'd probably just be someone else they'd be aiming for. Though perhaps there wouldn't be quite so many in Gotham" it's one of those rare times when she's not thinking more than she's saying but it doesn't last long once the Joker's mentioned.
A small frown appears for one of the few former patients she actually really dislikes. She doesn't exactly like the rest but it's personal with the Joker, there's always that little seed of regret that makes her think of Harley "Even the Joker has at least a dozen different stories for how he came to be what he is" she's asked and compared notes "It might have been Batman, it might have been one of several other rumours. Unless there's actual proof I'd advise keeping in mind that the Joker lies" she glances at Babs when she picks up her books which brings Joan's mind back to her phone and the message waiting there but she leaves it where it is still.
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