Is this entanglement really what they need, though? To keep the mission objective at the forefront, not the backburner while territoriality squabbles for its share of undivided attention (or else, apparently, a Robin would go boom).
Is there even a choice?]
It sounds like keeping to strict business is the way to go.
[Which brings him to,] That'll be a lot on Tim Drake's hands. It could [it will] get messy.
There's a sigh out of her nose. Five seconds is only what it is. ]
{ I won't push for the other option. } [ Not yet at least. She can't quite make her mind believe she means at all. It's a snarled up tangle pulling back from the assumption she hadn't meant in the first place, the faux pax she hasn't made with anyone in their family from another world since the second Dick.
She doesn't know if what she wants to do is push. Or it's that she wants to push for the why, but that's definitely not the kind of thing she'd press over the comms here or at home. Some things deserve a more human touch. Real faces. Real voices. Of course, she wants to know. Of course, it grates. Of course, it turns into links in a too-long chain. But. Even more. It's a worry beyond Oracle and this mission. It's a thing bigger than his place, even if it's buried deeper. Especially in the silence of the wire. ]
{ Most of us have two different comms here for both faces hitting the network, too. But if you want to work with one—we'll figure that out, too. }
[Two (or more) comm links per face, versus two (or more) faces per comm.
Here Tim had thought (and hadn't bothered to clarify) that there was some way to hack the things. He'd figured he was maybe a touch too rusty to find out how.
He's not sure he knows how to feel about all of that trust in an already crooked A.I.
But fuck it, maybe he's gone and turned into a straight-up luddite. (Gross, no.)]
I know we're amassing points on this game show but I don't think I'll be spending mine on anything but the grand prize.
[Meaning,] who do you know that won't mind a comm from their stash missing?
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Is this entanglement really what they need, though? To keep the mission objective at the forefront, not the backburner while territoriality squabbles for its share of undivided attention (or else, apparently, a Robin would go boom).
Is there even a choice?]
It sounds like keeping to strict business is the way to go.
[Which brings him to,] That'll be a lot on Tim Drake's hands. It could [it will] get messy.
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[ Or it always seems to become it. Eventually.
There's a sigh out of her nose. Five seconds is only what it is. ]
{ I won't push for the other option. } [ Not yet at least. She can't quite make her mind believe she means at all. It's a snarled up tangle pulling back from the assumption she hadn't meant in the first place, the faux pax she hasn't made with anyone in their family from another world since the second Dick.
She doesn't know if what she wants to do is push. Or it's that she wants to push for the why, but that's definitely not the kind of thing she'd press over the comms here or at home. Some things deserve a more human touch. Real faces. Real voices. Of course, she wants to know. Of course, it grates. Of course, it turns into links in a too-long chain. But. Even more. It's a worry beyond Oracle and this mission. It's a thing bigger than his place, even if it's buried deeper. Especially in the silence of the wire. ]
{ Most of us have two different comms here for both faces hitting the network, too.
But if you want to work with one—we'll figure that out, too. }
no subject
Here Tim had thought (and hadn't bothered to clarify) that there was some way to hack the things. He'd figured he was maybe a touch too rusty to find out how.
He's not sure he knows how to feel about all of that trust in an already crooked A.I.
But fuck it, maybe he's gone and turned into a straight-up luddite. (Gross, no.)]
I know we're amassing points on this game show but I don't think I'll be spending mine on anything but the grand prize.
[Meaning,] who do you know that won't mind a comm from their stash missing?