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Shooting range, Sunday morning

It had been a while since River had been to the shooting range. It wasn't really that she needed the practise that made her come here today - she knew she was good enough to hit the bull's eye every time from this distance. Rather it was a question of focus, of turning her mind into something resembling that bullet, for what purpose she wasn't sure. Loading the Navy Colt that Jane had given her made her smile though, partly from the memories that any gift evoked. She posted the rules:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

Then she slipped on the hearing protection and aimed to fire.

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Cassandra never had much to do on Sundays, so she spent a lot of time wandering. Todays' wanderings brought her to the range. There was something... almost soothing about the rhythmic crack of controlled shooting. Memories of her father, memories of Gotham, memories of a life she left behind.

She stood well back and watched River at her work. She was pretty sure the other girl knew she was there.

River did know, and eventually she stopped and turned, a nod and a smile in greeting. She raised an eyebrow, meaning 'Do you shoot?'

Cassandra's shrug answers, 'not in a long time'.

River smiled in return. It was never to late to take up practising.

Moving slowly, Cassandra stepped forward, looking around the range. Her eyes settled on River's weapon curiously.

"Gift from a friend who left." River showed Cassandra the Navy Colt. "Her name was Jane Canary. Always brings memories."

Cassandra studied the gun for a silent moment, then nodded. "Gifts do that." She thinks of the knife still in her bag back in her room.

River saw the knife through Cassandra's mind. She nodded. "But then you use them and create new ones. Old mingle with new. Past connected with present."

A small frown flits across Cassandra's face and flashes of hand jerking and a neck snapping flicker in her mind. "Sometimes the past should be left alone."

River didn't flinch at that memory. "Sometimes it should," she agreed, then held out the gun to Cassandra, as an offer to try it.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take it. The specific design wasn't familiar, but it took her only a moment to check it over. "Old," she noted.

River gave a nod. "Not as old as it seemed. Contemporary to my friend."

Billy hadn't been to the range in a while. So he decided to make sure he hadn't lost it.

He appeared to still be a good shot.

River gave a nod in his direction.

Billy nodded back and smiled. "So how've you been?"

"Complex question expecting an abbreviated answer." River smiled. "Good enough."

Billy laughed. "Nothing too traumatic happening then? Genuinely asking."

River shook her head. Even if it had, talking about it would not have been her first choice. "Not here to kill something."

"Yeah, me neither, just making sure I still know what I'm doing." He then switched from his gun to his throwing stars.

"Looks like you do," River observed, turning back to her own range.

Well...this wasn't something Turtle had done in a while, that was for sure. Which is exactly why, finally, after sitting in her room and weighing several things in her mind, she decided that, yes, she'd finally go down to the shooting range and practice with her gun. She didn't want to get rusty. Actually, she didn't want to really have to use a gun when you got right down to it, but she realized that sometimes, what you wanted and what you needed to do were not going to be so mutually exclusive. She was glad to find out that other people were working there this morning; maybe they wouldn't notice her as she got her gun ready, found a range a bit removed from the others, and went about her practice timidly, but with intent, wincing at each squeeze of the trigger but reminding herself of its importance, that if it did come down to needing to shoot someone again, she'd at least have the confidence to know that she'll be doing it properly...

Turtle's feelings towards shooting travelled unhindered across the room, and River turned, giving her a curious look. But the reaction was understandable. River tried to remember when she would have felt the same.

Turtle, although she didn't turn her head that way, could feel River's glance, and shifted, uncomfortably, under it, her eyes drifting the other direction for a moment. She didn't know what River was thinking, but she assumed it was probably questioning why Turtle was here, why she was with a gun, and she tried to shake all of that off and focus on the target, trying to think of hitting places that would disarm or stop a person without ever actually killing them. She needed a lot of practice with her targeting, but she was, as always, determined on her goal.

She might have to be...

Torn between looking away to give Turtle the space she needed to both practise and deal with her feelings, and a need to assure her that she was not questioning her presence here, River just smiled a little, then looked down. If Turtle needed assistance, perhaps she could offer it.

Oooh, a gun range? Jack stopped in. He didn't have a gun, but he could poke around a bit.

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