Hey, call it whatever you want, Boy Wonder. [There's totally avoidance there, he knows how this works!!] I still don't see what the big deal is, though.
[So one of the benefits of dating Robin is that Zatanna can actually get into his apartment without nearly getting herself killed now. Of course that means going in through the window, but hey. A little levitation magic is a small price to pay to see her boyfriend.
Of course, the tricky part is what she wants to do after she gets in, which is to take him out. Today marks four weeks since they started making out on a regular basis seeing each other, and she thinks that deserves something special. The first step is convincing him to actually leave the apartment though. So Zatanna makes her way in, avoiding the spots he's warned her about while trying to find her boyfriend.]
Robin? [It doesn't take too long. Turns out he's got his face planted in a book, and Zatanna shakes her head as she realizes he must have fallen asleep while he was working.] You really are kind of hopeless, aren't you?
["Boyfriend" is such a weird word. Robin doesn't like to use it. It sounds like commitment and putting down roots. Why would anyone want to do something like that?
He's not in any condition to argue with her presently. His desk is overcome with journal pages, all the written discussions dealing with the new discovery in the tunnels. They're heavily annotated in marker, notes scribbled in every available margin. If Zatanna cares to comb through them, the word "Slade" appears several dozen times on the first page alone. They'd been given a wealth of new information, but how much of it could be trusted? Could any of it? Was it just a distraction to keep them busy while the hydra grew its head back?
Even now, he's still got a pen in his hand, though the other is curled under his cheek in the form of a makeshift pillow. And though he's a light enough sleeper that the sound of her voice makes him stir, he could easily sink back into unconsciousness if she didn't make another attempt to get him up.]
[Clearly it's because Zatanna's a silly girl who lets her feelings get in the way.
She's debating whether she should try to wake him up or just pull a blanket over him as she walks over to the desk. If he's that tired, then lunch is definitely out. But waking him up even to get him to go into the bed might mean he refuses to go back to sleep. For a kid, Robin's a pretty bad workaholic; Zatanna's known that for awhile, and she shakes her head as she starts trying to clean up around him a little.
But even obsession has its grades, and as she shuffles the papers together she can't help but see the same name written over and over again. "Slade," scrawled out countless times, and her focus shifts from cleaning to reading as she looks over Robin's notes. Accusations and questions cover the entries, all of it pointing to this single person. And that's just on what's been revealed over the past few days. Just how far back does this all go?
One way to find out. Leaving Robin to sleep for a bit longer, Zatanna starts to dig a little deeper into his research. She tries to be quiet about it, given how light a sleeper Robin is, but she's not exactly a master of stealth. Between the shuffling papers and the opening of drawers as she keeps looking, she could very well wake him up that way.
Or maybe it's the way she starts muttering in disbelief, even going so far as to read some of the more outlandish queries under her breath.]
[The ideas get quite outlandish indeed. The neighboring room is a gallery of clippings he thought came closer to "the big picture," which varies quite a bit from the idea of Luceti as it's understood by most people in the enclosure. Signs lead to "the Malnosso" organization as a group of hired thugs who pull heroes from their worlds on a paid basis. They're left like lab rats for examination and experimentation and spoonfed a crime drama to keep their attention occupied away from finding the truth and using it to return home. Villains are invited to watch their intergalactic zoo and laugh as the heroes fall over themselves to solve solutionless problems.
Then there's the VR theory. What if none of this is even real? What if after the Terra incident (there's no notes about who-or-what "Terra" is), he was rendered severely wounded and brought back to Slade? What if he was lying on a slate somewhere while his subconscious was kept busy with this vision? Or even worse, what if his body was being manipulated while his mind was locked here? It wouldn't be the first time.
The comic book issue is huge as well. What do the comic books signify? Why do people keep implying he's fictional on their worlds? What does that mean? Why do so many aspects of Luceti want to convince him that his fate isn't his own to control? Everything here is trying to force him into calming down, accepting things as they are. It's malicious. He won't submit.
Sometime around the period where Zatanna shuffles through some pages detailing the arrival of Cyborg, a friend from home who's an obvious plant designed to gain information from him, Robin rests a hand on her shoulder, giving her an accusatory stare even without allowing her to see his eyes.]
[She almost stops reading at a few points, when the ideas keep getting more and more nuts, but she can't quite make herself quit for the same reason. Is this really what Robin thinks about the world they're in? And worse, about the people in it. She's just started on the part where he talks about someone who should be a dear friend to him when she feels the heavy weight of his hand on her shoulder, making her gasp in shock as she turns around.]
Oh my god, you scared me! [Which is problematic all on it's own; Zatanna knows the score. Letting people sneak up on her because she's gotten so engrossed in something? Not good. But the question he's asked sinks in, and she glances down at the papers still in her hand.]
Trying to figure out what's going on inside your head. [She holds the stack out to him, leveling him with a look of her own.] You really don't think any of this is real?
Probably because I just got to the part where you thought one of your best friends was a plant.
[Although that just scratches the surface; Zatanna's not just upset. She's worried about Robin, all the effort he's putting into this only to end up with some insane results.]
Is this really what you spend all your time doing?
Then you missed the part where I was right. [Cyborg "went home" shortly after his attempts to connect with Robin failed. Couldn't have been a coincidence.] What are you doing reading those notes, anyway? They're old. [The ones in her hand date back a year, and there are some that are from over a year before that. People born in Luceti who grow giant wings aren't the only ones who lose it after a while.]
What? How can you be so sure? [Which is really what it boils down to, in the end. He seems so certain that everything must be more, must have something to do with what or whoever Slade is. Sure, it'd be dumb to just trust everything they're told, but there's a limit.
And the news that what she's found is old doesn't make her feel any better.]
How old? [She glances at them again before looking back to Robin, worry evident in her eyes.] How long have you been doing this?
If he was himself then he would've stayed to help me. [Aang and Katara are still here. Jason stayed.] He was only here long enough to try getting under my skin. It's the first and last time something like that's been tried.
[He's sure because it has to be Slade's fault. Everything is.Even if he's the only one who's still thinking to look in Slade's direction.]
I've been keeping notes since I got here. Some of them have been lost during experiments, but most of them survived. [So why are you looking at him like that, Zatanna?]
But we don't have a choice in when we stay or go. [That Zatanna is sure of. Otherwise? She and Artemis would've both been back home ages ago.] And some people aren't here for that long at all. You see it all the time on the journals. Besides, maybe he was a different Cyborg than yours. Maybe he was like me--from a universe that's got a lot in common, but that isn't actually the same. Or he was from a time when you two weren't all that friendly. I mean, there's a bunch of possibilities.
[Maybe it's because of how Robin had changed.]
Since you've been here... [Zatanna shakes her head slowly, thinking that over. Robin's been here a lot longer than her, but still.] So what's Slade supposed to mean?
He tried to tell me he was from our future. Told me a bunch of things that didn't make sense. But none of it matters because it's over now.
[It's also how he chooses to remember the experience because it's a lot easier than admitting that he misses his friends. That's personal. It's kept close to his heart and never expressed. As far as he knows, his teammates all died the day he came to Luceti.]
I've been here a while. [He finishes the sentence for her, and then grows stiff and tense as she keeps prying.]
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