Surprisingly not a fan of trolling someone

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

The fact that he went with me calling him on his bullshit makes him decidedly not fun to talk to.

I'm just sayin'. He agreed when I said he was full of it. That completely took the wind right out of my sails, so to speak. And it makes it difficult to dislike him. Can I please go back to disliking him?

I have enough friends there. Toph is cool. Ken is cool. I don't need more than that.

Yeah, okay he's interesting to talk to but that doesn't mean shit. He doesn't argue back. It makes trolling boring.

So can we find someone else to throw me at?

No?

[siiiigh]

And no one was surprised.

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[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Normal is over-rated. [She doesn't sound like she believes this.] I don't know what I should talk about, man.

[wing_of_night]

[Dick picks up on that tone instantly. After a few moments he perks up.]

How about origin stories? I'll start. I grew up in the circus, my parents and I had a trapeze act. One day, we performed at Gotham City; a city with a reputation for organized crime. One of the gangs tried to extort protection money from the circus, but the owner wouldn't pay. During the performance, some thugs broke in and started shooting. Both my parents died in the attack.

I was penniless, had no family, and stranded in one of the most dangerous cities in the country. Luckily, I was adopted by the owner of a tech-firm who moonlighted as a crime-fighter. Been in the business ever since.

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Oh. [Ouch. Okay, fine. She can do that.]

My dad was a cop. Before I was born, he was framed for some bullshit drug charges. My mother committed suicide while she was pregnant with me. I went to live with my dads friend, Marcus until my dad got out of jail and when he did, I went to live with him.

[She hesitates, though, one eyebrow raising a tiny bit.] He taught me how to be a crime-fighter, too.

[That's all she feels like admitting to, for now.]

[wing_of_night]

Yeah, all too familiar a story... I'm sorry. Sounds like a lot of stories that come out of Gotham. We're just lucky we had great dads, huh?

[He'll take that for now. He can tell how hard it is for her, and can identify. So, let's change the mood with GADGETS~! He reaches for one of his Escrima sticks and tosses it to her.]

Ever see one of these before?