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Dick Grayson is an idiot. Some times more than others, and right now? Way more than usual. This is proven by nothing else than his physical appearance as he stumbles into the bar in dirty jeans and a hoodie. His brace is gone ( back in the alley, broken, gone ), and his leg ( already hurt, he's an idiot, why did he go ) is bleeding enough to leave a significant amount of the ripped jeans. It's admirable he's even managing to stand up, but he doesn't keep this admirable tactic up for long. Just flops down into the nearest chair and attempts not to break something as a way to take his mind off of the pain.

Okay. This boy? Needs -help-.

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She hops up on the table, the purple streak of her hair falling down on her shoulder. "We're all idiots sometimes." She bites her lip. "I'm not going to force you to tell me, but I'm more than happy to listen anytime. You know that."

Dick shakes his head. "You won't like this one. At all."

"I hear a lot of things that I don't like." She shakes her head. "Sithspit, I've -written- things I don't like."

"Have you ever gone patrolling without armour?" He asks, quietly.

"I have to say, Dick, that I've never been patrolling." Yet. She raises an eyebrow, though. "That might fall in the realm of 'stupid', though." Granted, her husband's a fighter, and doesn't even -own- armour, so she's perhaps not the right one to ask.

"It falls in the realm of 'completely stupid in an unrepairable way.'" Dick shakes his head. "And I think this just proves it."

"Your leg will mend, Dick. Pride, well, can't do much about that." She pauses. "And might I ask why you were patrolling sans armour anyway?"

Dick shakes his head. "I'd tell you if I knew myself." Well, he had glimmers and hints of it. He just didn't want to admit to them. And therefore, the handy sense of denial repressed it all.

Val just sighs. "If you say, so, Dick." There's a deep concern in her eyes.

"It's just stupid timing." Dick bites his lip. "I was going to get things started soon."

Of course, this doesn't necessarily mean anything to that.

"Perhaps it's the multi-verse's way of saying that you shouldn't get things started right now. Perhaps it's a cosmic hold sign." She shrugs. "Or perhaps it's something else."

Dick shakes his head. "I can work it to my advantage. It can help me get into the family better." He's not quite making sense, is he?

No, he's really not. "Alright, Dick? I might be a Wiggin, I might be able to follow Peter at his most incoherent, but I don't know what the frell you're talking about." She raises an eyebrow. "What the frell are you talking about?"

"I'm infilitrating a mob family in New York, and working my way down to Gotham from that." It was the easiest and best line of offense. "This'll help. I think."

"Oh, ok. See? That makes sense." She pauses. "There was a book I read once where the First Lady's sister was married to a hit man for the Mob. But that has nothing to do with this. Really." She pauses. "Why, though?"

"Because I can't just go up to Black Mask and take him down. I need to get in his organization and get him to trust me. Then I can dig out all the information I need to give to the feds."

Val nods. "Makes sense. I had about four different identities on various boards at one point. All were trying to draw attention to Demosthenes in different ways." She pauses. "Just... be careful. One slip, and everything's gone."

Dick nods. "I've done it before." Not to this extent, not for as long as he needs to do this, but... he's done it. He's been trained for it. "You'd be surprised some of the things I've had to go undercover as." He laughs slightly.

Val raises an eyebrow. "Ok, I think it's storytime." She grins. "Do tell, oh sneaky one."

Dick laughs again. "Name the most random thing you can think of," he challenges her.

"Um." Perhaps you shouldn't ask a Wiggin-Skywalker that. Really. "Nerf milk milkshake." She pauses. "Bar gave me one the other day. It was -nasty-."

Dick blinks, then grins. "Something that would be in my world, dear."

Val giggles. "Ooops. Sorry. Too many 'verses." She's grinning, rather like a teenager for some reason. "Alright. We'll stay in the same general idea. Strawberry milkshake."

Dick pauses, then snickers. A lot. "Oh, I'm not sure you want to hear that story."

"Oh, I think I do." Her eyes twinkle. "You have to tell me."