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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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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.

"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.

"Cool."

She's much less sulky about this since she got her own job.

...okay, maybe much is pushing it. Still, Rachel's able to manage a real smile, if a small one. "She's at the farm?"

"Yep. Got pretty badly bruised getting that thing outta her, so she needed someplace to heal - and train. Oracle and Canary are definitely her best bet for that."

Rachel nods because she is totally invested and interested in the subject of the farm.

No, really.

She is.

...it's just that the bit of paper that just blew by in the wind caught her attention, like litter tends to, so she had to watch it for a minute.

Dick smirks a little at her.

"There's a lot of stuff happening there now," he says brightly. "Like the, uh, farming. I could get into detail for you if you want to know."

"Mm," says Rachel, glancing at him with slightly lifted eyebrows before looking away again.

...and cluing in. He's getting smirked at now. "Sounds fascinating. Don't or I'll push you off the next roof."

He'd bounce on his way down anyway, no harm done.

Dick laughs. "Sure you will. Okay, so, how's the cat-thing going?"

"Catty," she replies, though it's obviously a tease. She doesn't feel the need to explain what she can do, or how many forms she can do it in, but the grin she's giving him is light-hearted. "I've found a few things to keep myself busy."

Nothing she's too pleased with, though. Its a job but it still isn't how she works.

Dick lifts an eyebrow, curious but polite. "Enjoying it?"

She makes a face, only partly teasing. "It's better than nothing.

"What about you?"

Dick shrugs, waving a hand with lazy grace around at the city. "Never short on something to do around here. The police aren't much good any more, so they can use all the help they can get."

"I didn't even know there were police," Rachel points out with a blink, looking distinctly unimpressed. "Yeah, I guess there'd be plenty."

Maybe she's been looking for Cathedrals when she could have just been glancing down alleys.

"There's a few left. They don't get paid any more," Dick explains, stretching thoughtfully. 'Only the lifers are left - the guys who don't know anything else but being a cop."

That gets Rachel thoughtful, too. Not amused or surprised, just... very thoughtful about the way he said that.

"Yeah. I guess that makes sense."

"Government's more-or-less nonexistent, so there's not exactly much funding for public services." Dick taps at the road and kicks a pebble into the air, catching it easily. "Roads are gonna keep falling apart. Things aren't really going to get back to the way they were. I'm hoping we find a way to get back to our original worlds before it gets too bad here."

He doesn't like to think of Babs permanently stuck in a world that's almost completely computer-free.

Rachel blinks and looks at him sharply, eyes wide but eyebrows dropped. Worried, yes, but almost suspicious, too.

"You think people will get back?"

Dick shrugs, turning his hand over and making the piece of rock dance along his gauntleted fingers.

"This isn't the first alternate universe I've visited. I'd be surprised if it was the last. And there's people at home who'll be looking for us."

Frowning, thoughtful again, Rachel watches the rock on his fingers. Hopping from knuckle to knuckle, bouncing around based on tiny movements it has no control of, pulled this way and that way.

"...you think this whole thing is temporary? That will get yanked out the same way we were pulled in?"

Dick shrugs again. The rock skips but doesn't fall.

"I hope so. I think it's more likely someone'll come through looking, with the Spectre or someone tugging on reality for us. Things don't always sort themselves out - only sometimes."

Nodding - in understanding, not agreement - Rachel frowns again.

Thoughtful.

Dick doesn't know her. They aren't friends, they don't see each other often. It won't get back to anyone it would matter to.

It's just so damn obvious what she's really saying when she asks, "But you think it'll just happen, without any choice again?" without sounding excited about it.

She seems so young. Dick doesn't normally feel old, but he can't help wanting to reassure her.

The problem is there's nothing to say that'll do it.

"Honestly? We've got no way to know. Easier not to worry about it, you know?"

His answer is an unimpressed look.

'Don't worry about it' doesn't sit well with her. It doesn't solve anything.

She watches the rock on his knuckles for a moment before shaking her head, looking back toward the main street. "So you're just hanging around helping the police out, huh?"

Dick nods cheerfully. "Kind of what I do, really. I'm back at the farm pretty regularly, but I'm not really a farm kind of guy. This is my place."

Rachel smirks at him for that but doesn't comment. Metropolis might not be anything special but it's better than the farm.

She nods again and start's to move past him. "I'll let you get back to it."