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Trotting downstairs with his jacket on, his goggles bobbling jauntily on his head and his Cosmic Rod in hand, he walks through the bar on the way outside.

[ooc: going to slowtime as I must sleep]

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Roy runs over to him still wearing his duck robe. "Jack!"

Jack turns and blinks.

"Dude, I knew you guys wore some whacky stuff, but...this...takes the cake."

Roy sighs. "Man, I seriously was trying to find some sudafed when I ended up here. You don't dress up to find a bottle of sudafed."

He snorts.

"Then I'm glad I was just getting in from patrol when I wandered in. And, uh, that I was carrying Teddy at the time."

He looks to Roy.

"Uh...when you from, man? I, uh...I...just lost my dad."

"Aw. How old's he now? I bet he'd get along well with Lian. When she's done being sick."

Roy blinks.

"Oh...that was...awhile back. I'm sorry..."

"He's a little thing right now. Just, uh, just got him and..."

He blinks.

"Wow, you've got one too now? She here?"

He looks around and then back at Roy.

"A while back? Shit..."

He looks up to Roy.

"What, uh...well, no, guess I can't ask what I've been up to, right?"

"Cute, man. I bet he's real cute."

Roy grins. "She's in kindergarten now. Adorable and obsessed with ducks."

Roy considers. "Well, protecting Opal City's usually what you do. We haven't hung out in awhile. Definitely need to fix that."

He shrugs.

"Sounds good to me. I--"

He looks at Roy.

"Man...have you met Barry yet?"

Roy blinks.

"Dude. You serious? Barry lives in my linen closet? What are the odds?"

Maybe Barry will calculate them. Man. Barry. This had better not be a hallucination.

[OOC: Have you got aim? :D]

[ooc: yup!]

[ooc: whatsit? Mine's charliebredwood. ]

"...of all the people that are here, why I am -not- surprised to find you?" Dick says as he approachs. He could have just passed up the chance, but honestly? Someone from his world. How could he?

He turns...and blinks...and shrugs.

"I get around. I'm like Waldo...except that I dress a hell of a lot better than you lot."

He smirks at him before putting out a hand.

"When'd you get here, man? And did you bring that load of wet laundry you call a mentor with you, or did he decide to avoid any social interaction as per usual?"

"You can't be Waldo until you wear the striped hat." Dick smirks, and shakes the offered hand. "I got here a few minutes ago." He lets the comment about Batman slip. Just for now. "This isn't his place."

...denial denial denial about young Bruce -deniaaal-...

"I don't do hats unless they're collector's items...or unless they've got a beer can on either side of my head."

He nods.

"And, uh, by 'when' I was also kinda wondering like, 'when' you're here from? I popped into here right after my, uh...my dad died. The big fight up in Opal with the Shade, well, not with the Shade, but...yeah. That. You?"

"You could always stick beer cans on it. Except that'd make you easier to find." Unless it was the 'drunk Waldos' issue.

"Oh. That." Dick frowns. "That was... awhile back." What to say, what to say? He's not well versed in the mechanics of 'the bar screwing with timelines' yet. "I'm sorry." For his dad.

He nods.

"Happens."

He grins.

"But I should go get Teddy, man. Show him around a bit with people who'll, you know, know him when we get home. One of my neighbors is watching him right now and I've got the baby monitor here, but I was gonna head out for a flight after a burger or something, but I can go get him."

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