“And that would be…what? Friendship?”
“Sure.” Slade smiled.
His eyes narrowed slightly and he glanced back to Slade. “…Right. Good then. Because that’s all it is.”
“We… talk. It’s nothing. Though-” he went on, more slowly, “I could ask about you and Kid Flash.”
“You don’t just talk. I know you guys have kissed. Several times at that,” he deadpanned, then shifted and glanced away. “…And what about me and KF?”
Slade smiled, “I’m not blind, Dick.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Slade.” He stubbornly kept his gaze averted.
“It’s okay, you know.”
“What is?”
“Whatever’s going on between you and West.”
“And that would be…what? Friendship?”
“We… talk. It’s nothing. Though-” he went on, more slowly, “I could ask about you and Kid Flash.”
“You don’t just talk. I know you guys have kissed. Several times at that,” he deadpanned, then shifted and glanced away. “…And what about me and KF?”
Slade smiled, “I’m not blind, Dick.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Slade.” He stubbornly kept his gaze averted.
“It’s okay, you know.”
“What is?”
“We… talk. It’s nothing. Though-” he went on, more slowly, “I could ask about you and Kid Flash.”
“You don’t just talk. I know you guys have kissed. Several times at that,” he deadpanned, then shifted and glanced away. “…And what about me and KF?”
Slade smiled, “I’m not blind, Dick.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Slade.” He stubbornly kept his gaze averted.
“We… talk. It’s nothing. Though-” he went on, more slowly, “I could ask about you and Kid Flash.”
“You don’t just talk. I know you guys have kissed. Several times at that,” he deadpanned, then shifted and glanced away. “…And what about me and KF?”
Slade cut across him, flatly. “And if he doesn’t then they win. Look… let’s call it a back up plan. Okay?”
He glared and threw his gaze to the nearest wall. “…Fine.”
One of the best things about Batman- he’d drilled the urge to obey orders into Dick. “Good. Going back there, talking to him, it might have made your memories fade faster. Not something we can risk.”
Slade had a point, but Dick still wasn’t entirely happy about his plan being rejected like that. Still. If his memories returned, then it didn’t matter which plan they used, he supposed. “I guess,” he muttered. “So when’re we going to see the guy? Where is he anyway?”
“Calculator’s… a private person. I’ll contact him, he doesn’t know you, and he doesn’t like new people.” Or, he knew Dick as Robin and would be very suspicious if he wasn’t forewarned.
Though once he was there wouldn’t be any problems. He couldn’t really complain about how Slade treated young heroes.
“So…how long until we can meet him then?” If Calculator didn’t like new people, then would he even help in the first place? Dick supposed he would just have to trust Slade on this.
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Slade cut across him, flatly. “And if he doesn’t then they win. Look… let’s call it a back up plan. Okay?”
He glared and threw his gaze to the nearest wall. “…Fine.”
One of the best things about Batman- he’d drilled the urge to obey orders into Dick. “Good. Going back there, talking to him, it might have made your memories fade faster. Not something we can risk.”
Slade had a point, but Dick still wasn’t entirely happy about his plan being rejected like that. Still. If his memories returned, then it didn’t matter which plan they used, he supposed. “I guess,” he muttered. “So when’re we going to see the guy? Where is he anyway?”
Slade matched his stance- crossed arms, stern look. “We have a history. And it’s more likely to work than your plan.”
“You don’t know that.” Dick’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t magic do this to me in the first place? So who’s to say science might help? That kid might be able to give us some important information!”
“Calculator, last time we spoke, had tech from Apokolips.” he stood, “And Damian Wayne would not help.”
“And who’s to say he’d even use it to help? Or that it might even work? And I can make that kid help! I’m a way better actor than you think! I can make him believe me!”
Slade cut across him, flatly. “And if he doesn’t then they win. Look… let’s call it a back up plan. Okay?”
He glared and threw his gaze to the nearest wall. “…Fine.”
Slade matched his stance- crossed arms, stern look. “We have a history. And it’s more likely to work than your plan.”
“You don’t know that.” Dick’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t magic do this to me in the first place? So who’s to say science might help? That kid might be able to give us some important information!”
“Calculator, last time we spoke, had tech from Apokolips.” he stood, “And Damian Wayne would not help.”
“And who’s to say he’d even use it to help? Or that it might even work? And I can make that kid help! I’m a way better actor than you think! I can make him believe me!”
