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[batricide]

I make my own fate.

[ crumpling it up and grabbing his takeout dish, sitting on the floor because good god kate your apartment blows. ]

[fledges]

[It isn't her fault she's broke! She sits down beside him, opening her own cookie.]

"Use your head, but live in your heart." Cute.

[batricide]

[ A scoff. ]

That's apt enough for you.

[fledges]

Is it?

[She digs out a pair of chopsticks and pokes him in the shoulder with them.]

That's okay. We balance each other out, right?

[batricide]

Someone has to protect you from yourself.

[ he tolerates it. look at that. ]

[fledges]

My knight in shining...

[She pauses, plucking at one of his sleeve panels.]

Vinyl?

[batricide]

[ waving her hand away. ]

It's fire resistant.

[fledges]

Thinking ahead, huh? What were you going to tell me, anyway?

[batricide]

[ munches down on a wonton. ]

The guy that stabbed me was in the ring tonight.

[fledges]

He was?

[That's sketchy.]

That seems like a stupid place to track you down.

[batricide]

Not really.

[ nom nom nom nom nom ]

She clearly knows who we are. She knows how we fight. Someone wanting to redeem themselves and get paid is just killing two birds with one stone.

[fledges]

[She clicks her tongue, opening a box of lo mein.]

But you said someone is pushing things in your direction. Throwing the fights?

[batricide]

Maybe.

[ He stabs into a ''''''chicken'''''' ball. ]

I just noticed I'm getting a bigger paycheck and seeing familiar faces in the crowds. [ annoyance flickers across her face. ] I offered to train her men before she slunk off. Maybe she figures they'll learn a thing or two from a beating.

[fledges]

That's shady. I don't like it.

[She twirls the noodles around her chopsticks, frowning over at him.]

Maybe I should start coming with you.

[batricide]

No. I'll be distracted.

[fledges]

What? Why?

[batricide]

My attention will be divided on ensuring you're safe.

[fledges]

I can take care of myself. You don't need to worry.

[Although it's sweet that he would.]

[batricide]

I do when I need to map out an escape route for two people. I can handle myself.

[fledges]

Will you ask me for help if you need it?

[batricide]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

I won't need it. [... ] But in some inexplicable instance that I would, yours would be the first number I call.

[ because, to be frank - he doesn't trust jason or dick to remain objective. ]

[fledges]

[She smiles at that, genuine and fond.]

Good. So what's your plan?

[batricide]

Keep an eye on her while she keeps an eye on me.

[fledges]

Just be careful, okay? I don't want anything to happen to you.

[batricide]

It'll take a lot more than one stuck up CEO afraid to get her own hands dirty to take me down.

[ Which is Damian for 'I'll be fine, don't worry' probably. ]