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Miho watches, interested, from her stool. That looks like fun.

It is! Miho should come join! Steph pauses upside-down and waves at her, grinning, before resuming tumbling.

Miho grins back, and flexes her leg experimentally. It's not back to it's former fitness but it should stand up to some light work. She slips off the stool, and, favouring the injured leg, flips up into the rafters.

She lands lightly on a beam, and watches Steph for a moment.

Steph lands in front of her, eyeing her leg. "Hiya, girl-who-doesn't-speak! What happened to your leg? Get hit, or just fall? Is it okay now?"

Miho smiles. She's over the not-speaking, at least with people she knows. Steph ounts as people she knows. "Ran into a sword. Mostly better."

"A sword!? OUCH!" exclaims Steph. "Does that happen often? And hey, you totally spoke, then." A grin.

Miho smiles, shyly. "Not usually, no. But there were seven of them. . ."

"Seven! Wow, that's awesome." Steph beams. "Take you long?"

She frowns. It's hard to tell, really - she tends to go into slow-time when she's fighting. Of course, normally she would have played with them, but. . . There were too many for that. She almost didn't make it, anyway. She shrugs. "A few seconds each, perhaps."

"Cool. Remind me never to fight you," Steph suggests, with a grin. "At least, not for serious. What'd you do with them after? Do you call the cops and wait for the pickup, or just leave them there and hope someone finds 'em before long? Or d'you hang around abusing them? That's always fun too."

Miho grins. Sparring is always fun.

"The girls will deal with them - I got brought here just after. But erally, it depends. Sometimes they're left as warning. Sometimes they're diposed of. But the cops know better than to come to Old Town."

"... disposed of? Maybe I shouldn't ask," Steph says. "Sounds like the bad part of Gotham. Or Bludhaven, maybe." She shudders overdramatically. "So you're like the same thing? You protect people too?"

"I guess." Miho gives her an interested look. "What about you, then?" Surely, it would be hard to be inconspicuous in that outfit. . .

"Same same," Steph says brightly. "Or I did, when I was alive. Jump down on muggers and killers and beat 'em up, then get to see 'em rot in gaol." She beams.

It totally blends in. ...No, really.

"Right. . ." Miho laughs, and bounces lightly on the beam, checking to see if it's sturdy. It is.

Steph grins at her. "See, it's fun!"

[ooc: gotta go to bed omg. slowtime, or fade?]

Miho nods, and stands on her hands.

(OOC: fade, I think? We can always pick up again.)

[ooc: shiny. ♥!]

Knox is in the Bar at some point, and looks up.

He's kinda impressed.

As he should be, naturally. Steph can tell someone's watching - it's that specially honed Bat-sense - so he's not gonna be surprised when she lands in front of him, grinning, now is he?

He nods and gives a half-smile. "Nice moves. You some kind of acrobat?" Why else would she have the circus costume?

"Something like," Steph says, with a grin. "In that vigilante costumed-crimefighter not-really-like-at-all sort of way. How about you?"

"Er, I'm not an acrobat, no. A reporter." He absorbs what she said.

"You're a vigilante crimefighter...aren't you a bit young for that?

"And what's with the R?"

"R is for Robin," Steph says, her smile only brightening. "Of Batman And, you know? And I'm sixteen, thanks, I'll have you know."

"Batman? You know Batman?" Knxo's eyes light up. "Kid - Robin - we have to talk." He gets out his notepad.

"Alexander Knox, Gotham Globe."

"Of course I know him," Steph points out, as if talking to an idiot. "I'm Robin. How would I not? -- wait, you're from Gotham? Awesome."

She eyes the notebook thoughtfully, and then figures that if her identity as Robin's already been splashed over the evening news in Gotham, talking to a reporter's not gonna hurt.

"All right, shoot." She hops up on the table and swings her legs. "What're we talking about?"

"First off, what do you mean, 'of course you know him.' Tell me how you know him. Are you some kind of trainee? Member of the same club?

"And then you have to tell me why Gordon called him last night. No one at City Hall is talking." His mouth is moving so fast he is forgetting to think.

"I'm Robin," Steph repeats. "The fourth one. I guess you could call us trainees, but we all like to think of ourselves as partners." She emphasises the last word, with a slightly self-mocking grin. "And I've been dead for over a year now, so I can't tell you anything about last night."

"The fourth one...and dead for a year..." Knox writes this down. Stares at it.

"When are you from, kid?" Always ask that first, he remembers!

"End of the century," Steph says. "Ish. Why, are you from earlier or something? 'Cos maybe I shouldn't tell you about the future, if you are."

"1989. Just after the Bat's first appearance.

"Amd I can look forward to four Robins and the same Bat..." He scirbbles this fast. "My career is made.

"If he'll ever talk to any of us."

"... yeah, don't be holding your breath there," Steph advises him, swinging her legs. "We don't like reporters, generally. In that actively-avoid, burn-their-notebooks-wherever-possible, destroy-films sort of not liking."

"That's playing a bit rough. We're all on the same side. He wants to stop the bad guys, and so do we. He uses his toys, we use words.

"And I'm sure a smart guy like that knows it's better to have the press as friends. Look at the boy scout. He gave his interview to Lane, and everyone loves him." He stops.

"Ah, why am I telling you this? No offense, but I don't think you can help with him, can you?

"But I bet you can tell me plenty of good stuff." And at no time does knowing the future concern him, nor does finding out if it's his future.

"It's just the words you use are sometimes a concern," Steph points out, with a grin. "And the whole urban myth thing's always worked better for inspiring fear in criminals. Cowardly, superstitious lot."

She wrinkles her nose. "I can help. With anything that happened before I died, that I don't think Batman would mind me telling you about. Which is probably not much, be warned. What do you wanna know?"

"Urban myth? Legend is a better word, with the signal and all those scared crooks confessing. Gotta say, that was something.

"Besides, if he's as good as I think he is, the truth, and that outfit, will scare plenty of people." He thinks about what he wants to ask this young hero.

"How'd you get to be his partner?" Seems simple enough.

"The third Robin quit," Steph says, "and I kinda barged into the Cave and made Batman hire me instead. We'd trained together before that and stuff, when I was Spoiler, but he needed a Robin. And I was totally good enough for it." She says this last a little defiantly. "I was."

"The cave...he really works out of a cave?" The rest, quite honestly, seems a bit out of context. He'd need more time to get it right. But this one bit...it's remarkable.

"Oops." Steph laughs. "Yeah, he totally does. It's like underground, in the heart of Gotham, you'd never expect. You get to it through secret access passages in the subway and stuff, it's awesome." She flashes him a bright smile. It doesn't count as lying if you're doing it to a reporter.

"Pretty much exactly what you'd expect, huh?"

"He lives in a cave," Knox repeats. "Yeah, after the car and the plane and the signal, it sounds about right." And of course, Steph has now send Knox on a merry goose chase.

Not that he entirely believes her. He's too much the cynic for that.

One hopes.