[ HERE SHE GOES, TALKING OUT LOUD LIKE A CRAZY PERSON ON SOME ROOFTOP BECAUSE SHE THINKS IT'S NEAT THAT SHE CAN. and maybe because it's a little amusing that he can't talk back. at least, not immediately. heh. ]
Heya, Clark. Hope you're listening. Had a good conversation about disguises today, figured you might be interested.
And, for the record, I don't figure there's ever a ceremony. There's a debut, a few mistakes, then one day you notice you're-- [ Robin. ] --well, you know.
[He smiles, then fishes into the backpack. Post-it notes, and a pen, which get switched to his jacket pocket, but only after he's written down his measurements. He knows them; knows everything, memory sharp and clear, even if he's only seen them once at a tailor's shop, trying on suits for Chloe's wedding.]
Here.
I feel bad dropping this all on you, what with how busy you are. You'd tell me if there were anything I could do to help you, wouldn't you?
Heya, Clark. Hope you're listening. Had a good conversation about disguises today, figured you might be interested.
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Gimme measurements and a week.
[ a beat. ]
And, for the record, I don't figure there's ever a ceremony. There's a debut, a few mistakes, then one day you notice you're-- [ Robin. ] --well, you know.
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Here.
I feel bad dropping this all on you, what with how busy you are. You'd tell me if there were anything I could do to help you, wouldn't you?
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Work on the Clark act, we'll call it even.
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[But he still feels like he needs to be more of a help, and he'll find a way. Just might take some time.]
Thanks, Robin.
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[ One last cheery little smile, then she's flinging herself into space and on her way. ]
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