Dinner at the Beehive—after sneaking past the door guards & not aiming for getting dressed up—hadn't been all that exciting an affair. Getting a rundown on who he'd already bumped into, what they'd already told him, and then filling in the gaps—without the nuisance of needing to repeat anything unless Dick, himself, asked for her take on something. Batman Jr. and Sr., both, and the very different versions of Jason here. An overview of missions and work she'd already done for family.
Barbara had hoped that a door or a portal or something would show up once all the missions she'd spotted had been fulfilled. Some inane checklist completed. But like so many of the other short and extended missions, it appears they are going to be her a while, which is how they end up at the only place that even has rooms for the night. She's vaguely grateful the place has as much until she's staring at the haunted-looking place, wondering if it'll be its own mission, too.
There's only ONE (1) room with ONE (1) bed available at the late point they check in (with notes that are invited to revist the concierge desk tomorrow midday after checkout hours for a second room to become available). Which seems par for the course, but Barbara is tired enough that she rolls her eyes & takes one of the two keys. Then, it's showers, which she lets Dick hit first. He's been through far more in this day than she has, even if she's glad enough for her turn when it comes.
When Barbara comes out—in the most ridiculous nightgown (again, sue her, she packed one set of extra clothes, her costume, and her laptop)—she's towel drying her hair over one shoulder. "Why? Are you going to offer to take the floor after your rousing game of wack-a-mole with a giant, followed up with hours of running a high-level multiversal obstacle course?"
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Barbara had hoped that a door or a portal or something would show up once all the missions she'd spotted had been fulfilled. Some inane checklist completed. But like so many of the other short and extended missions, it appears they are going to be her a while, which is how they end up at the only place that even has rooms for the night. She's vaguely grateful the place has as much until she's staring at the haunted-looking place, wondering if it'll be its own mission, too.
There's only ONE (1) room with ONE (1) bed available at the late point they check in (with notes that are invited to revist the concierge desk tomorrow midday after checkout hours for a second room to become available). Which seems par for the course, but Barbara is tired enough that she rolls her eyes & takes one of the two keys. Then, it's showers, which she lets Dick hit first. He's been through far more in this day than she has, even if she's glad enough for her turn when it comes.
When Barbara comes out—in the most ridiculous nightgown (again, sue her, she packed one set of extra clothes, her costume, and her laptop)—she's towel drying her hair over one shoulder. "Why? Are you going to offer to take the floor after your rousing game of wack-a-mole with a giant, followed up with hours of running a high-level multiversal obstacle course?"