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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:44:00 GMT -8
Originally posted by: Oracle Date: Jul 3, 2006 2:07 AM Involved: Oracle, Nightwing, Hyperkid, Batman, Commissioner Gordon, SandiMaking her way out to the patio, Barbara set a bowl of chips on ice, making sure it, as was everything else food related was covered. Placing plastic plates and dinnerwear in a few standing cups she copped her hands over her head to shield herself from the sun. She saw a streak of... something, before a slight wind. She knew who it was. "CHRIS!" she called out as the streak went past a second time. She fingered for him to come. "Can I speak with you a minute?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:44:33 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jul 3, 2006 10:43 AM
Dick's motorcycle pulled up near the area where the small celebration was being held. He hoped he wasn't too, too late. As he and Barbara had began heading over, some idiot had to hijack a car right in front of them, so he just let her go then ran off to go play hero.
Pulling his helmet off of his head, he ran a gloved through his hair. He had made sure to leave his suit in the hidden compartment in his bike. So he merely wore a pair of jeans with a motorcycle jacket and gloves. He looked up at the looming figure of Wayne Manor, where the entire event was being held, and wondered if Bruce would actually show up for a party at his own house for once.
He jogged up to the back patio, where he'd seen Barbara getting some stuff ready, to no one's surprise. She was always the one to do those things....guess she was Oracle for a reason. His jog fell short just as he reached her. "Hey, there darlin'." he greeted. He looked at the stuff she was handeling. "Here, lemme help you with that."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:45:59 GMT -8
The Bat
Posted: Jul 4, 2006 12:52 AM Batman took off his cowl and cape and set it on the console of the Cityscope and crime lab equipment in the cave. He had driven far last night in order to acheive the task. It was a bloody job. He removed his blood stained gloves, the guy who caused this certainly didn't offer him much help to not make it a mess. Batman stepped into the shower and cleaned up and Bruce Wayne, Billionaire, emerged. He retrieved a wheeled cart from the wall and pushed it over to the front of the Batmobile. A grim smile crossed his face as he opened the storage compartment and viewed the contents. There, packed in a cooler, were the freshest, most sought after slabs of ribs from the best slaughterhouse in New York. True, the guy was no help getting them loaded. Probably scared out of his mind, how often does Batman show up for ribs. Bruce pulled them out and loaded them onto the cart and headed up to the patio are for the party. He allowed himself a smile as he thought what Dick was probably thinking, "Another party hosted by Bruce and he is nowhere to be seen". The elevator door opened and flooded the compartment with warm sunlight and he stepped out to the patio. He smiled at Barbara and went to fire up the massive grill.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:46:59 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jul 4, 2006 2:53 AM
Barbara turned the moment she heard Masks's familiar voice. She was most pleasantly surprised to see that he had turned up. She gave him a warm smile and motioned to the rather large ice chests sitting along side the tables. "All drinks are in the chests over there." she pointed out.
"Bottled water and some forms of alcohol are in the opened tub there and there. Wine and 'the other stuff', " she motioned to the inside, "Are right in there.
"It's so well to see you've showed up, Mask. Is Blue here with you? I'd love to see her. She still owes me a dinner date." she grinned.
Feeling a small breeze push passed her, she took notice to Dick's now lingering form.
Where the hell did he come from?
Se blinked, having to remember that the bat clan WAS infamous for their sudden appearances and disappearances. "Hello yourself." she greeted, allowing him to take the bowl that was in her hands. "Do you think you can run inside and grab the plate of cookies I baked last night? I forgot to bring them out."
Barbara's eye caught Bruce's for a moment as he started to make his way out to thr grill. Oh... this was going to be fun. She reached around for her camera and took a few snapshots.
"These are so going into the scrapbook."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:47:26 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jul 4, 2006 6:51 AM
"Sure thing, darlin'. I'm on it."
He turned and headed towards the entrance to the massive house, nodding to Mask as he went. "Fine, everything's been going great lately." He said in a cheery voice as he headed towards the house.
A grin crossed his lips as he saw Bruce emerged holding the massive ribs. He merely shook his head and said. "Anything for an entrance, eh Bruce?" He chuckled and went past him, grabbing the cookies off of the table. He spun on his heel, and headed back out. Dick wondered who all would be attending. It'd be nice to see everyone without the terms of saving the world or something like that.
As he exited the house, he set the cookies out with everything else, and helped Barbara set up. "So how's life been treating you lately, Mask?" Dick said with a smile, trying to start conversation.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:48:06 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jul 6, 2006 2:09 AM
"Hello, Blue. It's wonderful to see you." she hugged her back gently, her eyes watching her. "I'm so glad you could make it. I know how busy you can get sometimes..."
She maneuverered herself over to the tub laced with ice, alcohol, and water and grabbed a water bottle, snapping the op off and taking a drink. It was too early for any sorts of alcoholic drinks. This she knew.
She made her way back over to the shade and parked and watched as Bruce and Blue wondered off to the separate grills. She was definitly sure at this point that there was going to be more than enough food for everyone, that and that some might even be able to take some of it home with them.
She cringed watching the mini mushroom cloud of smoke appear. Immediately she thought it was Bruce... only because he was notorious for pulling stunts like that. "BRUCE--!?!?"
She bit her tongue, only realizing that this time... it really WASN'T Bruce at all. "Blue, darling?!" she called out. "Are you alright?" she made her way from the comforts of her shady rest area.
She could tell.
Today? Was going to be a woth while day.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:49:02 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jul 6, 2006 9:29 PM
Dick watched....he really wasn't too sure of what to think, in all honesty. He had met Mask only once, briefly. He had never even come across paths with Blue. Dick was no magician...and the magic thing....just wasn't his dig. It was hard enough coming to terms with Chris' multidimensional....whatever it was. Dick always proffered to be grounded in reality. The whole magical thing....as Mask and Blue obviously portrayed....was indeed real...but he just couldn't get his head around it.
He sat down slowly in one of the chairs, running his gloved hand through his hair. He then rubbed his arm lightly feeling through the motorcycle jacket the spot where a bullet grazed him two days ago. It was too close...but at the same time...not close enough. Besides: A bullet never slowed Dick Grayson down. Barbara could vouch for that. He would meerly ignore the wound's existence and allow for time to heal the wound...slowly...but surely. Afterall....Dick was no magician.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:49:32 GMT -8
Hyperkid Posted: Jul 8, 2006 5:16 PM
*Suddenly, with a very loud bang, Hyperkid finally appears right behind Barbara's chair, his arms filled with assorted fireworks as he looks around through his gold tinted goggles, a somewhat puzzled look on his face.*
"Did someone just shriek my name at the top of their lungs?"
*He continues to look at all the guests (most of who he has never even met, nor heard of) but then decides to shrugs and drops the fireworks on the nearby table, smiling and licking his lips as he stares down on them and rubs his hands together.*
"Alright! Whose gonna help me light these bad-boys up?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:50:14 GMT -8
Commissioner James Gordon Posted: Jul 13, 2006 10:28 PM
-Jim's car pulled up to Wayne manor, aside Dick's bike. The police commissioner climbed out, and locked the door, looking at the paper Barbara had given him. It was a small invitation to the little celebration.-
"I'm not too late..." -He said quietly-
-He'd planned on arriving on time, but he had to sit with the fire department as they used a firetruck mounted ladder to untie some carjacker who had been apprehended by Nightwing. He was lucky though that it had been Nightwing and not Batman....Batman always hung them too high.-
-Walking around to the back, he'd seen everyone noting in his head each individual. There were some he didn't know. As he scanned the small crowd, his eyes stopped on Dick. Dick...? But....-
"I thought you were dead...?" -Jim blurted out loud-
-He shook his head quickly, realizing what he had just said, and corrected himself.-
"I-I mean...I heard you were in an accident. Good to see you're..uh..not dead."
-As he turned to Barbara, he smiled and pulled up a chair beside her sitting down, he said-
"Sorry I'm late....had to untie Nightwing's pinyatas. You'd think that sooner or later they'd run out of rope..."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:50:44 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jul 15, 2006 5:43 AM
Barbara smiled back to Chris, her head shaking. "Can you try not to do the... ya know...." She motioned with her hands. "...the WOOSH thing? Especially not by the pool." She brushed his cheek gently. "I wouldn't want you slipping and hurting yourself on the edge."
Hearing a sudden -fwipp!- with a small crackle, she took notice to Mask lighting one of the rockets. She grinned. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, completely amused.
Hearing an all too familiar voice she turned with a smile. "DADDY!!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. She was definitly glad that he made it. "I'm so glad you're here!" The smile on her face with generally filled with copious joy.
"Your'e not too late. Not at all." She raised an eyebrow to that looking over to Dick for the moment. "Nightwing's... pinyatas?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:51:11 GMT -8
Hyperkid Posted: Jul 16, 2006 1:08 PM
"Uh-oh."
*Quickly realizing that this is not a "costume" party, Hyperkid ducks back inside the Clocktower, and before anyone can even notice he was gone, he comes back out minus the Hyperkid costume, now sporting jeans, a button down black and red shirt, opened to reveal Chris' T-Shirt, black with the comment "Im like a Super-Hero, with no powers or motivation, still holding the fireworks in hand.*
"So, do we eat first and then blow crap up, or blow crap up then eat?"
*Thinks for a moment.*
"Hey! We could probably use these bad-boys to get our own food outta the sky. I wonder if Golden Eagle is out and about."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:51:29 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jul 17, 2006 9:24 PM
Dick grinned as he saw Chris two seconds later in his 'civilian clothing' as Babs called it. He chuckled, and held up his hand, gesturing for him to come over to him. "Let's see what you got there, bud." He said. He and Chris were going to have fun, he could see it coming.
As Jim arrived, Dick turned his sights to him and Babs with a grin. Dick had always liked Jim. He was one of the few good cops in this city, and did what he could against the opposition, which was one of the attributes he admired. He held out his hand for Jim to shake with a smile. "Oh, I'm glad I'm not dead as well." he said with a light laugh.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:51:56 GMT -8
Hyperkid Posted: Jul 19, 2006 1:27 PM
*Chris smiles and sets the box down on the table, opening it up and revealing dozens upon dozens of fireworks.*
"You name it, I got it. I pretty much cleaned out this guy at a fireworks stand. Nice guy. Doesn't know a single word of english. Kepts calling me a 'Ben-Day...something.' I dunno."
*He shakes his head then spots Commissioner Gordon.*
"Ru-roh!" *Leans in and whispers to Dick.* "Will we be able to set off these bad boys with the...you know...F-U-Z-Z standing right over there?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:52:27 GMT -8
Commissioner James Gordon Posted: Jul 21, 2006 10:15 AM
-Jim smiled lightly, and stood to shake Dick's hand-
"I would imagine so."
-He'd known how turmoiled Barbara had been with Dick's death. He'd seen how happy he made her, so nonetheless, the boy was a good charm to have around. As he sat back down, he turned his eyes to Chris, looking him over. So, this was the boy he'd heard so much about? Apparently Barbara and Dick had adopted him, she had already told Jim how she felt of the boy, like a son. Jim could tell with the way she acted around him. So, supposedly....that made Jim a prodigal grandfather....this should be...interesting.-
"Oh, you don't have to worry about me, as long as you don't blow someone up." -Jim said jokingly-
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Post by Oracle on Aug 8, 2008 13:57:53 GMT -8
Hyperkid Posted: Jul 21, 2006 10:34 AM
*Chris smiles up at Gordon. Although they have never met before, he knew more about Gordon then maybe he knows about himself, learning through the comic books. He jokes about Gordon being "The Fuzz" but in reality, Chris had all the respect for Gordon in the world, and if he is to be his grandfather, then Chris knows that he is beyond lucky.*
*The way that statement comes out of his mouth, however, comes out in a very different say.*
"Thanks gramps." *Chris lets out a soft giggle as he picks up a couple of bottle rockets.* "Anyone got any matches?"
*A sudden shiver goes down everyone's spine. For whatever reason, the idea of Chris plus fire equals pure fear.*
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