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[theresnodoor]

Rachel wouldn't say she's been babysitting for a number of different reasons. A few of them include Not Wanting to Get Punched, Not Finding Anything Funny About the Situation. First and foremost being that she doesn't consider what she's been doing babysitting in the first place.

She's hoping it could be considered 'helping,' but she's relying on Jo's responses to tell her if that's accurate or not.

And 'with Jo' is where she's been the last few days, wandering around Metropolis, dropping in on the woman's apartment - invited or otherwise - making passes over the city in eagle morph. Surveillance, of a sort. She won't look specifically for Dean or Jack because she refuses to go over Jo's head like that for information. But if she happens to see something while she's up there that explains what happened...

Well, that's not her fault.

Right now, she could be found in the sky. Or maybe it's late and she's heading back to that building she and Tobias have been staying in. Or maybe, just maybe, someone's going to catch her on her way to or from checking on Jo.

...not that she needs checking on. Of course.

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[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

The sky is a good vantage point to see other people who've picked good vantage points. Like the tallest tower in Metropolis, where a slender figure is braced against the wind, one foot on the low parapet and one on the ground, short dark hair whipping around his face.

He looks like he's about to jump - but he doesn't look like anything that could conceivably be called 'gravity' would apply to him, either.

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He also looks like a great big broody weirdo, but Rachel only thinks that until she recognizes him.

...and even then, the thought sticks with her long enough for her to smirk a little.

But he's up high and she's down on the ground. She doesn't want to climb up to him. All the same, she hesitates where she is, looking up at him.

Mostly because she's thinking about gravity and all the ways it still applies to her.

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After a moment, the figure lifts an arm, clearly waving at her. He's smirking, if she can see it from there.

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He's still a weirdo.

Ignore that Rachel's grinning a little as she lifts a hand to wave back.

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A weirdo who is weirdo-ly leaping off the skyscraper, hundreds of yards in the air.

Turns out gravity does apply.

At least - until he's partway down, and then his descent inexplicably slows, until he hits the ground at a graceful pace and lands comfortably upright, just a few feet in front of Rachel.

The imprint of green lips fades on his cheek, just slightly, and he grins at her. "Cat-girl."

[theresnodoor]

That was awesome.

But the last bit is more than a little confusing. No gymnastics training in the world will slow you down when you jump off a building.

Rachel smirks, one eyebrow lifted. She might be the only non-superhero in the world who won't question his outfit, even if its a little more colorful than her own. "Gymnast-boy," she greets right back, amused at the nickname.

...and with a slightly smaller smirk, gestures at her own cheek.

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick tilts his head, confused, and then gets it and grins at her, one glove lifting to touch the green lip-print. "Managed to get on an air spirit's good side," he explains, cheerful. "It's incredibly fun. I'm still testing the limits."

Because throwing yourself off skyscrapers is a good way to test if you'll hit the ground or not.

What?

It is.

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Rachel's smirk stays in place for a moment, but she grins at his comment. "How high were you?" she asks, glancing up at the building.

Pfft. He can't really fly. He doesn't know what fun is yet.

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Dick glances back up at the skyscraper. "A thousand one, a thousand two? I didn't measure." He shrugs, grinning back at her. "How've you been?"

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She's surprised he put it that close, all the same. She might be slightly impressed again.

A shrug is given as Rachel decides she really doesn't know him well enough to talk about the Father or Cathedral. "All right. You?"


Though if he's got lipstick on his cheek, she can imagine.

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Dick nods, cheerful. It isn't actually lipstick - it isn't even there any more. Just the impression of green lips, faded as soon as the air's not holding him up. "It's no Gotham," he says, looking up at the glittering lights, the towering buildings, the lack of gargoyles, "but it's close."

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Well, there's that. Rachel smiles politely and follows his gaze. It's just a city, is all, and while she's been to plenty of them before, she never had to spend so much time in filthy streets and alleyways.

"Heard your friend got her body back."

Because this is a totally normal transition.

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"Yep." Dick grins, wider than before. "Not without drama, but then there's always that. She's doing well."

He keeps ducking back to the farm to check on her. He's kind of living there now, actually.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack worries about Jo the more he thinks of her, and he's finally retured from another bout of wandering to look for her.

He happens to pass Rachel in the Coraline on the way; notices her, slows and stops, opening his window.

He doesn't say hello straight away, he wants to see what he can Read about the situation first.

[theresnodoor]

There are so few moving cars in Metropolis, it's really hard not to notice when one stops in front of you. So when the Coraline stops, Rachel pauses, and a glance at the driver makes her hesitate.

She doesn't know Jack. But Jo goes places with him, seems to like him. That's something, if not quite 'plenty.'

"Hey."

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"Good morn."

Worried face becomes a neutral face, except that for Jack a neutral face is a slightly smug smile.

"Fare you well?"

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Rachel arches a brow at his words - which is further evidence that she really, really doesn't know Jack - but shrugs all the same. She read Shakespeare in high school, she knows what's what.

For the moment.

"You?"

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"Well enough."

He says it then smirks.

"There's still adventure to be had in the wide world."

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Eyebrows lift and Rachel smirks a little. She can't help it with an answer like that. "Yeah, there always seems to be. Something specific?"

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"Nothing new." He means 'nothing unique'. "Slavers out west; a race title and a description. They're dealt with now.

"Have you seen Jo?"

He knows the answer to this, but asks it anyway. He needs details.

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Her eyebrows drop right back down where they started from, pale blue eyes narrowing a bit. Rachel's never had much of a poker face. Namely because she doesn't try to have a poker face.

Still.

"Probably back at her place," she replies with a nod toward the apartment. And then, because he's here, because he brought Jo up, because it's a completely reasonable transition in the conversation...

"Were you with her on her last thing?"

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

She could have the best poker face in the world; Jack's unbeatable at poker against anyone not magical.

But his smile is more or less completely gone.

"Aye. I was."

[theresnodoor]

The only poker face Rachel has, and it's useless; all the same, her face stays blank even while the way Jack said that makes her want to hit something.

Or hug someone.

"Is she going to be okay?"

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack is actually here for either. Whether he counts as 'someone' or not, he's not certain.

"That's what I'm here to find out," he admits, his face very much blank. If Rachel knew him better, she'd know how many volume that would speak of his current state of mind.

"Will you tell me how she's been?"

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Rachel's jaw sets. It's a natural reaction, for her - someone she doesn't know, even if she knows Jo trusts him, and he's asking about a friend. There's loyalty in Rachel and it runs deeper and further than most people even think possible.

But then, for all she's tried to do for Jo, she's missing the information of what actually happened. Jack isn't.

"...she could use a few more friends."