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Hell no.

I have a city to take care of. I have classes to teach. I have...people relying on me.

That's still a strange feeling. But I like it, and I don't want to give it up just so you can toss me somewhere else.

You really don't want to fight me on this.

Why?

I'm Batman.

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You need to work on your Bat-growl. It's an integral part of the Batman image.

[she is teasing]

[she flashes a smirk, before going low and hoarse] This is my city. I am the night.

[Steph gives a hearty round of applause]

Very nice. The next step is being a condescending douchebag, but I think it'd be better for everyone if you don't try to do that.

[Helena bows] I'm sure I couldn't compete with him anyway.

I don't think anyone could. It's a special skill of his.

But hey, you're Batman now. So, fuck him. [can you tell Steph doesn't like Bruce much?]

Damn right.

[with an affectionate smirk] My Robin is better, too.

I don't need to ask, do I?

Does this mean I don't get tortured?

...man?

Yes.

You have a problem with that?

[Helena just stares at her for a moment, before scowling fiercely] Never.

...I...

I...Don't know.

If you do, you'd better get over it. This crossbow isn't for show. [she's joking! probably!]

...But...man.

[Aikawa isn't too worried-although a cross bow would hurt like hell and he's an 8'10 giant, his speciality is speed and agility with a focus on dodging long range attacks.]

So are those just for show?

[Yes, he is making the gesture for 'boobs' in front of his chest.]

That's what I was telling my mun, without the classes to teach. Arguing with them doesn't work. You're better off looking for a way to really fight them off.

[Sure, by "take care of" she meant "completely destroy" because fuck Silent Hill, and by "people" she meant one person, but the point still stood.]

Wait...Batman?

....

Am I the only one around here who doesn't want to be Batman?

I wasn't exactly lining up for the job, but someone decided to take off when Gotham needed one. [with a slight shrug] So.

Most Robins I know aren't interested in filling the cowl.

[her lips curve in a fierce smile as she hefts her crossbow] Well, fortunately I've got experience there.

And yes. Batman.

[her eyes are rolling so hard under that cowl] Does it matter?

The old man, right? Tch. That doesn't sound like him... but I guess if he was that desperate...

All the ones I do are. It's like, "a rite of passage."

He needed to go find himself, apparently. Meanwhile, the buildings are still crumbling.

[her cowl creases with a faint smirk] I thought that was getting kidnapped.

Of course. If--When he comes back, you'd better give him slag.

We're working on that. Or at least, I am.

[Heather could really appreciate and respect that kind of attitude, and she smirked in return. Similar concept, but nowhere near as fierce as that smile.]

Hey, a crossbow is about the only thing I don't have. Maybe it will work. I don't know what it could do that a submachine gun can't, but you probably have more experience than me.

[No, it didn't look like she had much on her aside from the steel pipe she held in her hands, but such is the nature of videogame hammerspace.]

Alright...Batman. I'm Heather.

[It felt weird to say, but it was far from the weirdest thing she'd heard lately. She could deal with someone saying they're Batman. As long as she didn't start rambling about Paradise, or God, or hey here's a moonstone in a walnut or anything like that, it was all cool.]

It's not as loud.

[her smile turns a bit rueful]

It's an...inherited title. [more like a "taken in absence" title, but hey, he approved eventually] Nice to meet you, Heather.

Oh, I did. Not that he listened to much of it.

...Make sure you come back in one piece.

That's one way to look at it.

You too. As nice as it can be in a place like this, anyway.

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