The Third Sunday

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The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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[holykleenex]

I can't argue with that.

[He's good-humored enough as she sets out everything they need to dig into the cake samples, watching with some interest. It occurs to him, after a moment, that he doesn't really know where to start.]

Can I call you Selina?

[catlady]

Flavors are written underneath the little plates, so anything we really like, we'll just set aside.

[ What kid can turn down cake? This is absolutely one of those things Selina is using to her advantage, but what kid can turn down cake? It's fine. Just trying to get the kid to warm up to her a little, bribe him with an insane amount of cake. ]

Here, at home, when masks are off? I'd prefer it. But what would you like to be called?

[holykleenex]

[Not this kid. Dick's staring at all the options, trying to read all the options before he picks one.]

Dick. My name's Dick. [He doesn't care if it opens him up to all the obvious jokes--he can't imagine being called anything else, except by Alfie.] I don't really get a mask right now. Damian would lose his mind if I tried to keep being Robin.

[He already halfway is, occasionally giving Dick a skeptical glance, like showing up in the future was something he planned just to ruin Damian's life. After much consideration, he reaches for the sample of vanilla cake with lemon filling.]

Do you still steal things?

[catlady]

Dick, then. We'll keep it nice and simple. If it gets real confusing, we'll just give the other one a dumb nickname, hmm?

[ Selina goes for something a little more adventurous: pink champagne with a raspberry mousse filling. Probably not a great option for the actual wedding cake itself, but hey, treat yo'self. She grabs a fork and digs in, a contemplative hum on her lips as she tries to decide whether or not she likes this particular flavor combination. ]

Yes. But I'd say I've been fairly well-behaved lately.

[holykleenex]

Deal.

[He's grinning as he says it, setting aside the vanilla-and-lemon in favor of one with the baffling description HUMMINGBIRD written under it. It turns out to be spicy, with chunks of pineapple and a creamy frosting whose flavor Dick can't quite place.]

Because of him?

[catlady]

[ She cuts into another bite of cake, more of a thoughtful pause before she places it back into the box. Maybe she doesn't like that flavor after all. ]

Yes and no. I'm trying something new, I guess is the best way of putting it. Trying to use my skill set for something different. I can't promise that it'll stick or that I'll just stop stealing things, but...