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The roof, Tuesday evening

Dinah was finally feeling -- well, not fully recovered yet. But well enough that she didn't have a headache, or like she needed to rest after a normal day. Still edgy enough to need to be outside, although the roof was as far as she felt like going after sundown. A lot to think about, on a lot of subjects. The roof gave her a view of the lights of the town while she considered.

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It wasn't like Ben didn't spend half of his evenings out on the roof anyway, but when his senses registered a familiar presence, he slid silently into the shadows, tucked himself into his robe, pulled his Force-sense around himself like a cloak and then shrunk it so that even if someone was about to step on him, his presence wouldn't register.

Even before he'd been trained in infiltration and assassination, he'd been excellent at hiding. A class project on surveillance was going to be a slice of ryshcate.

Dinah was kind of enjoying having the roof to herself. No smokers (not that she blamed them for liking the roof) no one being emo. Just thinky. She looked around and went over to the garden, petting a few flowers. Hmmm. Very softly, she started singing One to them, like she did at the flower shop, then wandered back to the edge of the roof, still humming and singing under her breath. "Is it getting better? Or do you feel the same... Will it make it easier on you now..."

Bruce made his way up to the roof, figuring he'd get a chance to be alone up here toni....

Or maybe not. Oh well. He'd deal. "Good evening, Dinah."

BATMAN! shouted Dinah's brain in reflex, then her heart rate calmed down so she could say, "Oh hey. Bruce. How's it going?" She was still swinging her legs over the edge of the roof, but no longer humming, a little embarrassed to be caught like that, and at her first mental reaction.

"Not bad. The real question is how are you? Feeling better?" Bruce asked.

No, he hadn't talked to anyone about Dinah's injury. He just took detailed notes while listening to the radio.

Dinah blinked at that, caught off-guard. "Yeah, I am. I slept a lot this weekend. I think I'll be back to normal in a few more days... did someone mention it to you?" How fast was gossip traveling these days, anyway?

"Only the radio broadcasters," Bruce answered.

Dinah quirked a smile. Batman. "Yeah. Hilight of my week. If not in a good way." She kicked her legs again, and added, "Thanks for asking. Are the squirrels reporting anything true about you?"

"I talked to this person, I talked to that person," Bruce said. "Nothing particularly interesting."

Dinah was finding that difficult to believe. But, hey. Possibly true? Maybe even Bruce Wayne had not-interesting days? "No random encounters with gremlins yet, or the odd blue deer, or a furred fish?" she teased.

"No, I haven't," Bruce said. "Does that kind of thing happen regularly around here?"

He wasn't positive those were actual animals yet.

"If you head out to the Preserve, yeah," Dinah confirmed. "I went out with Blysse and Blind Seer, and got video footage for my first class here." She grinned a little. "I didn't believe about the radio squirrels, not for real, 'til I saw them, though."

"The squirrels make as much sense as anything," Bruce said. "I just hadn't heard about the other animals yet. Aside from the gremlins, of course."

"They even had a benefit for the blue deer, back in December, before Christmas. They're some kind of endangered." Dinah winced. "That was a weird, weird weekend, though. Everybody losing their minds--"

Right. How would Bruce Wayne lose his mind?

Aiiiiiieee.

"How were they losing their minds?" Bruce asked.

"How weren't they?" Dinah tried to remember, and said, "People thinking they were related to other people they're not-- Merlin and Chuck thought they were brothers. Some people deciding they used to be married to people they've never been married to, and had to bring it up at impromptu weddings. Another friend of mine totally forgot who I was," and was the alternate personality of his totally unrelated twin. "Oh, and a few people shooting each other over stuff that wasn't real." She paused, thinking of her discussion with Ben. "They got better?"

"Were you affected by any of this?" Bruce asked.

"Not that time. I went to the wedding and ate popcorn." Dinah looked off toward the lights, then hesitantly said, "A year ago, though. I turned into someone else for a weekend. A lot of other people did too. That was... weird."

"I can only imagine. Who did you turn into?" Bruce asked.

Ah, ahahahahah. God.

Remembering how careful she'd always been around Raven, Clark and Hayley, not to out her other selves if they existed, Dinah took a breath. Lots of people knew, so not a direct lie, and he might catch onto that, but... "A superhero girl. Same as Katchoo and Francine." She tilted her head. "Spandex-y weekend, really. I got into a catfight with some villainess in Caritas. That didn't end well. And I never did find out who that was."

"So you're not normally the type to wear spandex and fight crime?" Bruce asked.

He wasn't sure he completely believed that.

Eeeep. Act. Act and tell as much truth as possible. "Spandex is for crazy people, Bruce," Dinah kidded him lightly, kicking the edge of the roof with her heels. "Tight and binding and show-offy." She shook her head. "I'm going to be a P.I. I guess that counts?"

"As long as you're not one of the sleazy detectives - and I doubt you would be - then, yes, that counts," Bruce concurred.

Dinah beamed at him, unable not to. "No way. Missing persons, cold cases, all the way. No divorce cases, there's enough work out there without doing that, even if it doesn't pay as well." She stretched out her arms in front of her with only a little wince. "Assuming Gotham U accepts my application for the criminal justice program." She gave Bruce a sliding glance, wondering. "Are you doing the Wayne Enterprises thing?" And dating every cover model in existence?

"I'm fifteen. I don't think I'd be allowed to even if I wanted to," Bruce said.

In reality, of course, Lucius Fox would be running the company until Bruce saw fit to return to Gotham.

"Well, not right now. Obviously." Dinah paused, then said, "Even if Chuck Bass does already own a bar and a strip club." Fifteen. He was two years younger than her. That never stopped being weird. "Someday, though. Business stuff? Or do you want to do something else?"

"We'll see. I have plenty of time before I need to make any decisions about the future," Bruce said.

Really, his future was so well planned out that he could almost pinpoint the date he was going to take over Wayne Enterprises.

She wished she could just believe that. That there was a Bruce Wayne somewhere who'd save the world being a janitor. You don't actually know, she told herself. Maybe he will?

"Plenty of time to get used to the weird here. And learn stuff from it," Dinah added. "Survive and advance, right?" Go Gotham Knights!

"Who said I'm not already used to the weirdness?" Bruce asked.

Dinah checked. Not quite disbelieving, but maybe impressed. "Are you? With everything you've heard? And the stuff you haven't seen yet?"

"Within hours of arriving here, I had already crossed dimensions, met people from different times and universes who know of Gotham existing in different states, saw people use portals and magic, met zombies, and heard about more things that I never could have imagined," Bruce pointed out.

Most people might think they had gone insane after hours of that.

Most people weren't Bruce Wayne.

Dinah stared at him, and was proud of herself: she kept the wow internal. But that answered one question of, yeah, he was always... him.

"If anything does break your brain here, I want to be there to see it," she told him. "But I'm starting to think you have ice water in your spine."

"I'll send out a memo if it ever happens," Bruce joked.

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