the sound and the fury

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Beverly was still worried about Jill, two days later, and she'd spent most of her free time looking for Dick Grayson, which was easier said than done. Particularly considering no one was going to be lying out on the beach in this weather unless they were crazy.

Nightwing sent me.Fine. But if he had done that to her, or was protecting the person

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After two days of fussing over Tim like a mother hen, Dick finally goes out. Stretches his legs. Trains. Grabs a hot shower in the Compound instead of cold here in the Treehouses.

Tim's fine when he stops in to check on him. More than fine. Shooing him out. He's on the suspension bridge when he sees a splash of color on the landing and takes stock.

The body posture's tense but female. Creeping closer, he identifies Beverly and smiles grimly. He's been expecting this.

Dropping down behind her, Bat-light, he notes a weight in her pocket. Weapon. Hm. "Door's open."

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Beverly turned, looking over her shoulder, on guard but not ready to shoot by any means. "My grandmother taught me you don't just walk in without invitation," she said, but opened the door anyhow, seeing as he'd given one.

"D."

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"Bev."

If she's going to shorten his name, he's not standing on formality. Especially not with her bringing a weapon to his door. It's a risk, letting her in, but instinct says she won't shoot him.

"Welcome to Exiles Treehouse."

dear god, I finished this last night and apparently never hit enter. *sighs* I wondered why you weren't tagging back.

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She wasn't planning on it, but necessity was the mother of invention, and Starfleet protocol basically wrote off anyone who was moronic enough to go into a potentially dangerous situation without defense.

Thirty years was a long time, too long to break the unwritten code.

"Thanks," Beverly said, and stepped inside. "This isn't a social call."