The bridge of the Aerie One

[galwonder]

Sparrow doesn't like this plane. It's too big and too comfy and not at all what Heroes like Dick says Barbara is should be flying in. Also, she doesn't really like the fact that she slept here, and not on her own plane. Sure, the sofas are more comfy then in her cape on the floor, but her cape and costume are on the other plane and she feels undressed.

BUT. These computers she's found are awesome. So because no one's told her what she is and isn't allowed to touch, she's having a nosy.

And she still hasn't taken her shades off.

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[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"'S okay. 'S long as only one of us survives to carry the sacred secret."

He yawns enormously, giving up on the idea of getting back to sleep, and rolls slowly to a sitting position.

[galwonder]

Sparrow turns back to the computer for a couple of seconds - it's fascinating.

"If you're getting coffee, I like lots of milk."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick heaves a theatrical sigh.

"Teenage vigilantes. So much more trouble than they're worth."




"Sugar too?"

[galwonder]

"Two," Sparrow says, grinning.

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"Somehow," Dick says, with a grin of his own, "I'm not even a little bit surprised."

[galwonder]

"Oh yeah," Sparrow mutters. "You think you know me so well."

XD

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick smirks over his shoulder at her.



Incidentally, both coffees wind up having two spoons of sugar added.

[galwonder]

Don't think she didn't notice that.

"That doesn't mean anything," she points out.

(Mmmmm coffee)

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dean flops into the chair next to her and stares at the screens over his coffee, hair sticking up every which way.

"It might," he mumbles. "Maybe."

Mmmmmmmmmmm. Coffee.

[galwonder]

"Same job, not the same person."

Oh look, Sparrow's found the live feed from the cameras pointing right at them. She disables them.

And doesn't believe for a second she's really disabled them.

"My hair doesn't look anything near that stupid."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

She's smart. Dick approves.

He ruffles his hair again, contemplatively, and then leans over to mess hers up too.

"Now it does."

[galwonder]

There are a couple of hurdles to getting directly at the feeds that Sparrow doesn't particularly feel up to tackling this early in the morning. Especially not when she has to bat away his stupid big hand.

"Watch the shades," she warns.

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"You know, one of these days you'll have to take them off," Dick points out, amused, letting his hand drop.

"I don't think you're the same person as me. I just think the similarities are worth checking out."

[galwonder]

Sparrow taps her finger on the screen, over the window blinking up various camera feeds on a low security level.

"You wanna go for a walk?"

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick frowns only slightly. The smirk is bigger.

"You're not ashamed to be seen with me? Lead on, then."

[galwonder]

"I've been seen with men with worse hair than you."

She pushes back from the computer screen and leads the way out, striding full length towards her own plane.

Which given the relative leg lengths, shouldn't make it too hard for Dick to keep pace.

"So some guy slipped a roofie in my drink last night."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick stops walking.





"... what?"

THERE IS PUNCHING TO BE DONE NOW. Who? Where? POINT HIM.

[galwonder]

Sparrow stops a little ahead of him, turning back

"I didn't hurt him that bad," she says. "He'll live."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Well, that's okay, then. Dick blinks, and tries to hide a smirk. (Not very hard. He's proud of her.)

"... Good. Where is he? Did he have friends?"

[galwonder]

"Yeah," Sparrow admits, heading up into her plane. (It's a little like coming home.)

"Someone gave them the drugs and I'm gonna go back to find out who."

Because she has to, and he'll undertsand that.

Once inside, and with her back to him, she takes off her shades.

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick looks around, approvingly, and then turns his attention to her.

Huh. Shades, eh.

"Need a hand?"

[galwonder]

"I got it," Sparrow says. After an almost imperceivable hesitation, she turns around and flops on to the random cushions she has around the floor.

"Probably the kind of thing best handled by a girl anyway."

Now her shades are finally off, Dick can see she's of Asian extraction: Chinese. Her eyes are, contrary to icons, brown not blue, and have a humour to them that makes her habitual frown a lot less like a scowl.

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"Really? I guess."

Dick wrinkles his nose. He's not sure he likes sending her back without backup. But she's -- well, she's a Robin, even if she thinks she's a Sparrow.

[galwonder]

Sparrow nods towards the case Barbara gave her. "By this evening I'll be all hooked up to the network. You can monitor me from there. If I need some old guy coming to by rescue, you're first port of call."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick sticks his tongue out at her.

"Watch it, Sparrow, I might just not bother."