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batgirl_babs) wrote2020-08-14 10:14 am
batgirl_babs) wrote2020-08-14 10:14 am
Roomies [Open to mayday_parker]
Life moved fast, she reflected. A few weeks ago, there hadn't been a portal connecting one version of New York to another version of Gotham. And yet, there it was, quite literally joining bridges. Nobody was entirely sure yet who had caused it or perhaps what - and a weird sort of pride had sprung up around trying to claim a weird yet undeniable achievement as either part of New York or Gotham. But there were also practical considerations, and she honestly loved seeing that side of Gotham coming out.
The logic was simple: there was a vast city just sitting there, eager for novelty and a whole Gotham to provide it. It was an opportunity. And so the tourism had started flowing. Then a couple clever entrepreneurs had realized that Gotham's housing prices were slightly lower than New York's, and now people were moving in. It was the spirit of both cities at their best. Weird portal joining bridges from two different realities? Sure, yeah, but apartments were cheaper, so.
So it was full of strangeness and incongruities, but here she was getting a roommate out of it. One who knew who she actually was, which made it even stranger but...better. By far. May was a genuinely fun person to be around, she found, and it made such a change for her. She was, by far, the most light-hearted of the Gotham crime fighting set. And while she loved her surrogate family deeply, difference was nice.
When it had become apparent that May was struggling to afford a place on her own, an offer had made perfect sense. It was a two-bedroom, after all. It was impulsive, sure, but there was no way she could be worse than the last roommmate, and it meant helping her friend. Which is how she came to be carrying the last of May's boxes, plonking it down on the floor and brushing off her hands, a bit theatrically.
"Ta-da, all done."
The logic was simple: there was a vast city just sitting there, eager for novelty and a whole Gotham to provide it. It was an opportunity. And so the tourism had started flowing. Then a couple clever entrepreneurs had realized that Gotham's housing prices were slightly lower than New York's, and now people were moving in. It was the spirit of both cities at their best. Weird portal joining bridges from two different realities? Sure, yeah, but apartments were cheaper, so.
So it was full of strangeness and incongruities, but here she was getting a roommate out of it. One who knew who she actually was, which made it even stranger but...better. By far. May was a genuinely fun person to be around, she found, and it made such a change for her. She was, by far, the most light-hearted of the Gotham crime fighting set. And while she loved her surrogate family deeply, difference was nice.
When it had become apparent that May was struggling to afford a place on her own, an offer had made perfect sense. It was a two-bedroom, after all. It was impulsive, sure, but there was no way she could be worse than the last roommmate, and it meant helping her friend. Which is how she came to be carrying the last of May's boxes, plonking it down on the floor and brushing off her hands, a bit theatrically.
"Ta-da, all done."
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She gestured at the food with pointy fingers.
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“Yes, food it is!” she said, plopping back down on the ground and picking her food back up and shoveling some of it into her mouth.
“You ever think about how nice it would be to have a huge place where you could have like... a headquarters or something I. The same place?”
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"Oh, I don't have to think about it. I see it every time I'm in the Batcave. Holy schlamoly, it has every single toy. They you take the elevator aaand comfort."
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"I am trying to be happy for them that they have that and not jealous but I'm a little jealous," she admitted. Still, simple pleasure in life like food with your bestie were the important things in life, right?
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"But yeah, this is better. I wouldn't know what to do with that much space, were it mine."
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"Are you sure that doesnt come with strings? I feel like that comes with strings," she said, trying to look as thoughtful about it all as possible. Batman WAS super generous but May was a little hesitant to rely on people outside the Spider-Fam. Maybe she should branch out a bit though?
"Sorry, just... that is so out of my wheelhouse it doesn't compute."
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"You'd be using it to help the vulnerable and the innocent, which is all he does. I know he's got a...reputation. But...yeah. He'd see you were trying to help in a second. And then you'd be one of us. I think he'd be grateful to know there was someone else out there he could rely on."
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"Okay, I'll think about it. I'm just not used to having those sorts of resources," she admitted. Sure there was fancy technology and things like that some of the Spiders had but it wasn't like they used funds to buy stuff to help with the street level hero-ing.
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"I know. But we have to have them - some of us can't walk up a wall like it's a cartoon and look good doing it."
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“Nope, some of us look good no matter what you’re doing,” she said, sticking a tongue out at Babs. She did like the compliment though, liked it a lot, and was going to file it away in her brain to replay over and over.
“What’s your favorite gadget that you carry on your person?”
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She sighed, stretching out like a cat.
"Hands down, the grapple gun. Bet you'll say much the same but - jumping out into space like that, swinging from building to building...that's just the freest I've ever felt. Graceful."