[video] It's how she says hello
[ Cass is still not sure how she feels about being so far away from home, and the people she knows. True, she'd just moved to Bludhaven back home, but at least she could go visit easily, and call Babs if she needed help. Here, she is on her own.
Well, for now.
She decides to greet her new teammates with a video. She doesn't look like she could be much older than 17 or 18 at the most, and while she has the cowl of her new uniform pushed back so her face is visible, it seems to be all black, and there's the top of a potentially familiar logo on her chest. When she speaks, her voice is soft and her words are slow and deliberate. ]
Hello. I'm Batg--. [ a beat, and she squares her shoulders slightly ] I am Batman.
[ Most likely no one expected to learn that Batman was a small asian teenage girl. ]
Where can I find the... training room?
Well, for now.
She decides to greet her new teammates with a video. She doesn't look like she could be much older than 17 or 18 at the most, and while she has the cowl of her new uniform pushed back so her face is visible, it seems to be all black, and there's the top of a potentially familiar logo on her chest. When she speaks, her voice is soft and her words are slow and deliberate. ]
Hello. I'm Batg--. [ a beat, and she squares her shoulders slightly ] I am Batman.
[ Most likely no one expected to learn that Batman was a small asian teenage girl. ]
Where can I find the... training room?
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Who are they?
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Random strangers on the internet, I don't know. That's kind of the whole point of the "anon" bit. They're all crazy invested in our lives, though.
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Why will they care? People don't think Batman was... real.
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[He's guessing the latter part, but it seems likely. One, these people will write smut about anything and anyone, and two, she's fairly hot.]
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She frowns, clearly not entirely happy, but focuses on the part that confused her ]
What is... smutty fan fiction?
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[He even lifts his shades just so he can make sure those pretty red eyes are fully visible when he winks.]
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I'm not programmed for love.
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[The straightest face possible, except for one brow arching up over the rim of his shades.
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I didn't know they could... sit in chairs.
[ WHY IS THIS HERE? WHAT PURPOSE DOES IT SERVE? WHAT MESSAGE DOES IT CONVEY? ]
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I... did not know that.
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Jesus. Okay, has anyone given you the normal Talk first? Like, birds and the bees and the miracle of life shit? Gotta know what kind of a knowledge base I'm working with here.
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Cass does not know any of these metaphors for having a conversation about sex with a child. ]
...What?
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[Someone please stop him.]
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Okay?
... no, this has to end.
[ His hands are quick, and the signs each end abruptly rather than neatly flow into each other. Joe doesn't want to butt in, but he doesn't like the assumption that the girl's ignorant nor the idea of correcting the assumed ignorance with hand drawn diagrams.
He actually thinks the metaphors aren't translating properly. It seems likely. Why do so many people dance around the topic? ]
To be clear, he's referring to sex.
You are a hero, Joey. Truly.
OH. I know what... sex is.
thank god
Well, that answers that question.
[He tosses the pen and paper aside unceremoniously.]
Anyway. Smut is a porny story usually without any decent plot to redeem it, and fanfiction is amateur shit people write based on existing fiction and, in this case, superheroes.
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Porny... like-porn, so... about sex? For... [ gestures a little, vaguely ] imagining sex when you're alone. Right?
[ a beat while all those definitions sink in, and she makes a face ] They write sex stories? Without asking?
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Okay. Again, I'm sorry to interrupt. You're right though - the story he's reading you isn't typical.
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[ Not typical is far too kind for this kind of ridiculousness. ]
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