Gotham. One week after the events with Light.

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He'd stopped by to see Alfred, and dropped off some oatmeal raisin cookies Barbara made. He'd had to dodge some local paparazzi before he doubled back to his planned route. The Gotham media's been hounding the Wayne and Grayson homes looking to get news of the health of the Wayne family's newest heir since the epidemic broke, and it gets old fast.

He's got another small package to deliver, and it's with that in mind - and a host of other, more complex emotions tugging him every which way of late - that he finds himself at the door of Selina's apartment. The distinctive bike he rides is well hidden a few alleys back.

Ding, dong.

Hopefully she's home.

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And there'll be a familiar rising of eyebrows into his hairline in response.

...what?

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Selina chuckles before she makes her way over to him.

"There are a lot of things that Bruce and I need to talk about. I don't even know if I'm moving in ... or... anything." She puts an arm around his shoulder as Miu twines between their legs.

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His trademark grin returns with a vengeance.

Well, I was always complaining to Alfred that the place needed a few animals...

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"They're going to break something. I love them desperately but they all go everywhere. And they have expensive taste, you know."

Selina smiles, hugging him.

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He returns the favor.

Gee, that doesn't sound like anyone -I- know...

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"I wouldn't have any idea who you're talking about."

Selina doesn't do well at innocent.

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Fingers tap the ring on her hand, as he wordlessly pulls away. The grin is most definitely a smirk at this point.

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"/That/ wasn't my choice."

Selina chuckles softly, grinning a bit.

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I don't hear you complaining.

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"Please. As if I could give it back."

There is a pause, "It is heavy, though."

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You and Charlie Brown have something in common, he quips, as his hands find their way back to his jeans pockets.

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"We do...?"

Selina is not the best source for pop culture.

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He grins, and reaches over to steal one of the cookies.

You got a rock.

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"Okay...."

Selina is apparently still lost.

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He chuckles at her lost expression.

Don't worry. You'll get a bellyfull of that show soon enough.

A bite of the cookie.

If that offer to watch Mary's still good, that is.

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Selina looks up at Dick, reaching to take a cookie of her own, "You think so? I mean... still? I.. I know nothing about children."

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You managed okay with me, didn't you?

Another bite. Good cookies.

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"You managed yourself. I was just there for scenery."

Selina grins at him and leans against the counter. "And maybe helping with bowties."

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He chews thoughtfully, watching her.

You really want to know why I liked you that night?

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Selina looks at him in silence for a few moments.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

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Easy. You treated me like a person. You didn't look down on me or think I was stupid because I was just a kid. And you didn't care who my guardian was. You spoke to me, Dick Grayson. Not Bruce Wayne's ward.

Beat.

That's why.

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"Of course. Just because you're young doesn't mean you're not a person. I wasn't much older than you were then when... everything went to hell."

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It was refreshing.

A sympathetic smile.

So now you know.

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"Thank you."

Selina looks over at him, smiling in memory, before she leans over and ruffles his hair.

"So. Let me know when and I'll let your little girl run me around the room."

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The gesture brings back a host of memories for him.

Sure.

He polishes off his stolen cookie, and chuckles.

She needs to work on the walking thing first.