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Post by Oracle on Jan 31, 2012 12:43:52 GMT -8
With a cup of coffee in hand, Barbara Gordon sat at an unoccupied corner of the patio at the local cafe. She really wanted to sit indoors, but the server who worked for the place somehow convinced her that it was a wonderful day to be outside.
She shivered just slightly before attempting to inch herself closer to the nearby heat lamp that was conveniently perched outside.
Sipping her steaming mug, she hopped that the liquid would further warm her body a bit faster than what the heat lamp was attempting to do.
Scowling at the piece of metal, she fussed with the knob to see if it would increase the flame to increase the heat.
At least her father was coming to join her for the afternoon. Maybe she could somehow convince him to go to the Gotham Galleria. At least they would be indoors.... and warm.
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Post by Jim Gordon on Jan 31, 2012 17:13:58 GMT -8
By the time Jim Gordon parked his car, he had already spotted his daughter sitting on the cafe patio. He'd know that red hair anywhere
It had been some time since Jim had been able to spend an afternoon with his daughter; one of the two of them was always burried with work, it seemed. He found himself thinking about days past, wondering when things had gotten so hectic and came to the conclusion that really, they always had been.
Walking quickly, Jim made his way to his daughter, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and smiled at her.
"It's a little chilly to be sitting outside, isn't it Barbara?"
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Post by Oracle on Jan 31, 2012 19:35:49 GMT -8
Still struggling with the heating lamp, Barbara continued to give the thing a stare that could melt ice.
"YOU better cooperate with me." she grumbled to the lamp in a low tone. Of course, she knew she was speaking aloud to it. That didn't bother her. The fact that lamp wasn't giving her enough area heat within the short time it had been turned on was giving her grief.
A sudden assuring touch suddenly snapped her out of her mini fight with the modern marvel. Her scowl faded immediately when she turned to meet with her father's eyes.
"Daddy--!" she smiled, greeting him warmly. "I uh..." she thumbed inside of the cafe. "It's HIS fault. He talked me into coming out here."
She smirked. "Can I wave that guy down for you to grab you a cup of coffee?"
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Post by Jim Gordon on Jan 31, 2012 20:06:32 GMT -8
Jim sat down next to his daughter and looked in the direction of the young waiter she had pointed out. He was busy speaking to one of the waitresses and didn't seem to be paying attention to much else.
"I'd love some... if you think you'll be able to get his attention off of that young woman he seems so enamored with."
Gordon pulled his overcoat tighter around his body and made himself more comfortable in the chair. He felt glad to be in Barbara's company. Whenever things seemed to be wearing on him, his daughter always seemed to lift his spirits and bring things back into perspective. It was one thing about his life he knew he would never take for granted.
"So, how are you, Barbara? Bring your old man up to speed."
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Post by Oracle on Jan 31, 2012 20:25:39 GMT -8
Barbara's eyes peered over her shoulder to the attendant. Sure enough, her father was right. "Oh.. now isn't that cute. How about I roll over his big toe?" she grinned devilishly, looking back to her dad for an approving glance.
She offered her cup of coffee toward him for the meantime, while she attempted to flag down the guy in the cafe. Leaning back she outstretched her arms and gazed back tot he heating lamp. It seemed that the thing was finally starting to do it's job. "If it's too chilly out here for you, dad, we can go inside. I don't mind either way. Wherever you're most comfortable."
She paused a moment before she spoke. Even telling her father a simple 'I'm fine.' never seemed to work well. But that was usually the answer she went with. "Well..." she inhaled. "I'm.... doing... fine." Ahh yes. The trademark response. The same response she always seemed to give when she was holding back information.
She couldn't exactly just come out and say she was doing anything less than fine. Not if she wanted to cause him to worry. And that was one thing she really didn't want to do.
"I'm trying to look for an apartment.... I need to tour of some of the places a bit later and see what works and.. what doesn't. Which are more... accessible." And ones that left room for 'slight modifications'.
"How are YOU doing, daddy? Not working too hard, I hope?"
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