JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"Am I interrupting something, Garfield?"

How long has Raven been standing in the doorway? Long enough.

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Long enough for Bette to come up behind her. She doesn't shove Raven out of the way, but instead moves around her. "Of course you are. No big deal, though. We're always tripping over each other around here." The Californian blonde looks like she's about to dive tackle her friend on the couch.

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Garfield tries to cover the wince that comes with the brief burst of shame and embarrassment. Sure, he's been steadily mutating and...degrading, physically since he was eight, but it never gets easier. Ears snapping back against his head, Beast Boy puts on an enormously fake smile, trying to covertly cover his foot with a gloved hand.

"Just, uh, went a little hard on the ol'powers tonight." Beast Boy doesn't lie, but it isn't the truth either. He quickly tries to stuff his foot back into his boot, and Raven might pick up on a flash of a pink haired girl looking horrified. "Turns out having your very own arch-enemy isn't as cool as Nightwing made it look, heh!"

"...speaking of which, Rae Rae, you see our girl Bette here taking on the Clown himself?" Beast Boy's smile is more genuine, now, because how often do they get a shot at the a-list? "She was all, backflip, and hi-yaw, and 'oh no you didn't just hand me a bomb!', it was awesome."

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Bette tackles Gar. There is a couch there, so they'll both be fine. Well, they should both totally be fine. It isn't like she hasn't done this before or anything. "Dude. The Joker touched me and I lived. I'm still alive and stuff. That's totally amazing.

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Vic was hanging back with Raven, watching Bette and Gar.

"Try not to tear up the place too much in your excitement."

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Raven folds her arms over her chest.

"How many times to have to tell you not to call me by that name, Garfield."

She walks into the room, lowering her hood as she does so.

"While I did not see Bette "taking down" the Joker, I did see something that I must discuss with the three of you. And Koriand'r, if she is around."

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"Ack! Pffth! Woman, I was-" Beast Boy struggles, sort of. "-I was being deep! And I haven't had my shots!"

Beast Boy looks up at Cyborg, and looks contrite. "Aw...baby, you know you're my number one boo! Come on, give pop pop some sugar-" Beast Boy shifts into a rabbit, hops off of Bette's head, and lands on his chair, shifting back to human form. He winks obnoxiously at Raven. "As many times as it's gonna take to convince me you don't secretly like it.~"

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"You hadn't had any shots when you lived with me, either, green jeans." Bette is left behind, reaching up to brush at her hair, after the bunny has bounced on her head.

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"Come on now, Gar, not in front of the girls," Vic said as he walked into the room. He took his seat and looked at Raven.

"So what's up?"

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Raven takes her seat next to Vic.

"It is about Rose." She sighs. "At the club I saw her use...aggressive force on a member of the group that we fighting."

Raven rubs her temples.

"She was facing the one called Risk, I think. I believe he said something that made her 'snap'." Another sigh. "She...cut off his arm. I intervened before she made any..further errors."

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Thump.

Beast Boy shouldn't have been leaning back in the chair. Picking himself up off of the floor, Garfield wipes his face off, but his expression is still locked in shock. "Rosey? She-" What did Slade DO to that girl?!

You know what he did to her, you've just been pretending it didn't happen. "Shit." Beast Boy breathes out, sitting back down-properly, even.

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Risk used to be a Titan.

If there was any amusement around Bette, there certainly isn't anymore.

"We should find him. I doubt he'll want our help after that but we should offer."

Bette looks down at her hands for a moment, "As for Rose, if we're serious about this rehab thing with her, then, let's get serious. I will not be on a team with someone who thinks chopping off arms or worse is okay."

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Vic rubbed a hand over his face. This was juuuuuuuuuuuust great.

Great great great great great.

"Where is Rose now?"

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"I told her to stay in her room while we figured things out."

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"The hell was Risk doing with those 'Terror Titan' kids anyway?" Beast Boy scowled, crossing his arms so that he doesn't have to look at the gloves he ruined ripping into Gemini.

"We're going to help her, right?" It's not much of a question, to Beast Boy. People in this room have done worse when losing control of themselves-well, okay, HE has, everyone else had a legitimate excuse.

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The door creaks open and Kor'i slips in, quickly taking her seat at the table.

"I am sorry for being late, I was held up elsewhere. Did I hear correctly that our newest Titan has cut someone's arm off?" Her brow is creased slightly with concern.

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"Yes, you did, Kory," Vic responded.

"It's not a matter of if we're going to help her, it's more a question of how. We have a lot of blanks to fill in with this girl, it's about time we got some answers out of her, for starters."

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"To be honest, I'd love to try to reach her but all she seems interested indoing with me is talking about how to get into my pants." Bette shrugs a little bit, "I'm more than willing to try to reach out to her through it, though."

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Beast Boy looks a little surprised at Flamebird. "Well, ho yay aside, I thought it was pretty clear she picked that little habit up from the ol'defense mechanism store."

"No one can pity you for your evil dad using crazy drugs to make you a killing machine if you're feeling them up, see." Garfield explains, being something of an expert at using deviant behavior to dissuade sinister conversations or character development. "I mean, not that I'm saying DON'T make out with her, if that's your plan..." See?

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"I was having a hell of a time seeing past the 2x4 she was using to hit on me with." Bette's first reply is a little defensive but she backs down and sounds almost sheepish with the follow up, "I should have seen it, though."

A hand reaches up to scratch the back of her neck, feeling a little ashamed, as it is a mechanism she's rather familiar with herself. "Still, I don't know if that makes me a better or a worse candidate to try to reach out to her."

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Raven leans onto the table, placing her chin into her hands.

"I sensed that she felt a little more connected to me. If I talk to her, she may listen. I also may be able to get some answers as to why she did what she did to Risk."

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"Well, like I said, I'm happy to try. I just need something of a plan. What do we doe in response to the arm thing?"

Bette looks at those assembled in the room, before shrugging.

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"I would also be willing to speak with her. She and I may have some similarities, both with family and in other ways."

She shifts in her chair, brow furrowed with concern.

"As for Risk... I am hesitant to dismiss what happened, but it was a stressful situation. Accidents will happen."

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"The way I see it, we've got two options." Beast Boy observes, "One, we admit we've all got experience losing our shit at exactly the wrong time, and take turns checking up on the kid so that she doesn't think we're pulling a Big Brother on her but we also get some notice if she's having a particularly axe-murderery week..."

"Or!" Beast Boy raises a veridian finger, looking serious. "Or. You three could wrestle for babysitter privileges. I can judge, if you need an objective eye."

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"I do like that second option..." Vic almost looked like he was giving it some thought. "But I think its best we all deal with her.

"Someone should also go check up on Risk. Any volunteers?"

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Raven narrows her eyes at the two boys.

"There shall be no wrestling."

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