26 - Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[Byron Gordon does, of course, look notably different from Barbara Gordon, but there are certain striking similarities; the piercing blue of his eyes, the red waves of his hair. He carries himself with the same quiet confidence, although he seems a bit more relaxed.

He doesn't look particularly fussed over the flood. As the Barge goes, this is all very tame.]

For any of the new women who need clothes - my counterpart has plenty. [Insert sizes here, because all I know is she's 5'11.]

I've got some male clothes, too. [Insert Dick Grayson's sizes here.] He's a nice guy, he wouldn't mind.

[Private to...his Inmate]

Are you the Emperor or the Empress?

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[private, video]

[heisrisen]

Which one were you expecting?

[private, video]

[bodilesswarrior]

[Huh.

He lets the surprise show, mild and rueful.]

Empress, actually.

[It's funny, what changes and what doesn't.]

[private, video]

[heisrisen]

I actually wouldn't have minded this one. Typical, really.

[private, video]

[bodilesswarrior]

Isn't it? [The words are light, and wry. This is - strange. But not in a horrible way.]

Maybe next time.

[private, video]

[heisrisen]

What's she like?

[private, video]

[bodilesswarrior]

[He's quiet, for a moment.]

Brilliant. Arrogant. Driven. Lost.

Are you alive? [Did he make the same choice?]

[private, video]

[heisrisen]

For the last three months. Her?

[private, video]

[bodilesswarrior]

Two. [Interesting.] Can I ask how you decided?

[private, video]

[heisrisen]

[It seems like - random variation, inevitable discrepancies. Except that so much, with barge counterparts, holds steady, improbably resonant.]

I was crashing. Zane thought it would help. A sign that I was trying.

[private, video]

[bodilesswarrior]

...So Zane convinced you. [His gaze shifts, slightly, becomes more piercing.]

She decided on her own.

[private, video]

[heisrisen]

He asked.

Convince implies it took persuasion.

Do you think she regrets it?

[Quiet, this. He doesn't - not quite, not really, not given the inevitable alternative. But he resents it a great deal, struggles with the consequences, is bitter in a way he tries not to let anyone see, but Babs probably has. Certainly in the aftermath of burning his room, the sheer exposure - and his listlessness about requesting a new one - must have tipped her off, even if she's been kind enough not to press it. Perhaps hoping, as he has hoped, that he'll adjust.]

[myresponsibility]

Better hope he doesn't come back looking for them in the next forty eightish hours.

[bodilesswarrior]

Nah, he's not here. [And he manages not to sound too achingly wistful about it.] These are from home.

...Some of them really shouldn't see the light of day, though.

[diealone]

Sounds like you lucked out.

[bodilesswarrior]

So far. [His brow furrows, a little, as he peers at her. There are familiarities, but none that he can place, not yet.] How's it treated you?