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[It isn't often that Robin uses his journal. Oh to be certain, he monitors the thing closely, keeping an ear to the town's goings-ons from the most grandiose schemes to even the pettiest birthday announcement. But lately, Robin's been mulling over some Serious Issues that lack cohesive data in any concrete ways. The necessary solution is crowdsourcing.]

I think it's safe to say most of us have a decent sense of te line between fact and fiction. So now I'm curious: how many of you have met someone here who tells you that you're not real? I'll be filtering your responses, so don't worry about airing your information in public.

[Because naturally, Robin himself doesn't count as public. That would be silly. He sets aside the stack of abused library-gained comics he's been poring over for the last week. There's been enough to unsettle him, but not anything concrete. So some Archie guy can't decide between two girls. So Iron Man and the Hulk teamed up with some guy in a Spider outfit. Even the Superman-punches-an-alien comic doesn't tell Robin much he didn't already know. The issues are too short and too out of sequence to provide any real understanding. Whose world did these things come from? Is there a portal-jumping journalist hopping between dimensions and publishing people's lives as fiction? Or is there more to it than that?]

Oh, and one more thing. Is anyone planning on taking over the pizza place? It's kind of a shame it's just sitting there.

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[Why hello there. He may not know Anita here, but she knows him - or at least, she thinks she does.]

Robin! You're here too?

.... I am.

[He knows her as Anita Fite, a recent arrival. He also knows her as one of the fiction-conscious people who had a very telling conversation with Ms Leblanc upon arrival. Except now there's the matter of how she knows him. Are you an avid comic reader, Miss Fite?]

You sound surprised.

Well, I am, to be honest. I understand if you haven't noticed me around, but knowing you, I would have thought--

[Hang on. She squints, looks past the costume and notices that something's...off.]

You're not Robin.

[But, wait. Considering how Luceti works...]

Or at least, you're not the one I know.

[No, he does not like the direction of this conversation at all.]

I'm the only Robin there is.

Then...you must be the first one?

Back home, I was friends with a Robin, like you, but he was the second to use the name.

The journals aren't secure enough for this kind of conversation.

I'll visit you in person. Where are you staying?

[Boy, that escalated quickly.]

Uh - Building 4, room 11. For now.

[It escalated at exactly the perfect speed, what are you talking about. :|]

Give me fifteen minutes.

[He'll be there in twelve. No knocking or anything. Just all up in her space. He's a lot shorter than Tim, if she cares to notice.]

[Anita was seated in a chair in her front room, waiting, with her sword baton across her lap. Once Robin is in her space, she draws and holds each blade in front of her, defensively.

She doesn't point the blades to an enemy's throat unless she knows they're an enemy.

She smiles at Robin, but it isn't particularly friendly.]

You're early. Can I get you anything?

[The show is nice, but Robin doesn't go for his own weapon yet. It would spoil the image. But bonus points to Anita for not flinching when Robin was actively trying to be a creep. He can't even get his friends to be that comfortable with him.]

You can get me answers. Start with who you are. Don't leave anything out.

I'd say I don't owe you any answers, considering you just broke into my house to psych me out...but I came to you first, so fair's fair. [She points one of her blades at another chair.] Have a seat.

[She curls her feet up onto the chair to keep the blade on her lap close to her and out of grabbing range, and runs a finger along the edge of the other as she speaks - need sharpening. She'll do that later.]

My name is Anita Fite, codename Empress. Three years ago I was part of a team of teenage superheroes called Young Justice, based out of Happy Harbor, Rhode Island. One of my teammates was Robin, Batman's protege. He was the second to carry the title. [She gives Robin a subtly critical look; just a flick of her gaze from head to toe.] You're shorter than he was.

[His teeth grit together at the height remark. It's not that he doesn't expect to be replaced sooner or later, but more that he doesn't appreciate the idea of others knowing more about it than he does.]

So you're from the future. Let's say I believe you and this Young Justice team is real. What happened to the Titans?

[What happened to the--?]

...They got older. Younger heroes took their place as the new generation, and the Titans went on to fight bigger battles.

[.... Okay that sounds really cool. The only thing left is to match her story up with the story he'd gotten from Superman.]

And if I said the name "Nightwing" to you, would that mean anything? [Like. Aside from being the most badass superhero name ever.]

Of course. He's leader of the Titans. He's--

[Oh dear gods.]

...Nightwing...?

[Well that's a better reaction than the "brandishing sharp things" one. Robin approves.]

Not yet. But I've heard a few things about the future.

[Anita immediately sheathes her swords, stands up, and goes to...touch him, or something, make sure he's real, before thinking better of it.]

You're gonna be Nightwing? Because you're - he's - because he's wow, and you're - I mean...wow.

[Pardon the fangirling, but Nightwing is kind of a big deal. She's met him before, but this is up close, so it's sort of like a cross between getting to talk to the guy who ends up being star quarterback in the future and getting to make fun of him for being a shrimp in the present.]

[That's right, Anita. Keep feeding the ego. It's a hungry little creature that's taken a beating lately.]

Good to know.

I take it you were expecting someone different? [Not bigger. Never bigger. Robin is all the tall anyone will ever need to be. THE HAIR COUNTS AS HEIGHT.]

Yeah; I was expecting the Robin I know. [She doesn't think she should be handing out names lest she, you know, alter the timeline or something.] ...I was sort of hoping anyone from back home would be here.

[As far as Robin's concerned, it means that the new guy is doing his job right and keeping his identity secret. Anita shouldn't know his real name.]

If it helps, there've been a few people who've come and gone. You've already said a few things that match the future Superman told me about. [Not that Superman really counts as someone either of them would have any business knowing from home. He's just kind of. Superman.]

Superman was here? [No offense, but Big Blue kinda trumps Nightwing.] ...These Malnosso creeps must really be something if they can keep him anywhere he doesn't want to be.

[None taken. Superman is Superman.] If they were trying to keep him here, they didn't do a very good job of it.

That's a good point...hey, how long ago was he here? Because if he got sent back, he might remember it here, right? And the Justice League would definitely be working on how to get everyone out of here.

[Hey, she can hope.]

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With OOC apologies for all the IC stalking. >>

Np~

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