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*Death by the waterfront, skipping small stones in the water for the Squid to skip back to her. She's got a bottle of spiced rum by her side, and she takes a swig before holding it out to Raph as he wanders up, not turning around.*

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*Takes the bottle and swigs*

Ain't the waiting I'm worried 'bout.
It's the idea that ... well he could use me to hurt her.

*takes a second drink before passing the bottle back*

*She takes it, and takes another sip, shifting her weight.*

How do you figure?

Isn't that how they do things? They just influence mortal folk?
I got enough problems controllin' my anger. I don't need some god pushing my buttons cause he can't take no for an answer.

If he does, in this bar? He'll be in deeper shit than you can imagine.

Heh, well here's hopin' it don't come to that.

Missed you kiddo.

Yeah, huh? I don't want to have to have to come beat up some God of War... *she takes another small sip, and grins sidelong at him*

Missed you, too, turtle-boy.

Bet we could sell a butt load of tickets for the show though.
*smirk*

So...just work?

*Another swig, and this is a definite swig, and she makes the requisite face afterward.*

More or less. *she passes the bottle back*

What is it that you've gotta fix?

*Raph raises an eyebrow at her method of drinking, and maintains the "uh huh" look while he takes another drink*

Oh nothin' big. Just time.

Oh, is that all? Shouldn't be too much've a problem.

OH yeah, just a zip out and back.
no problem

*he flops back on the ground behind him*

*she looks over her shoulder at him, and pokes him in the ribs*

Hey.

It'll be alright. You'll see.

*winces when she pokes*

Hey, careful there. I fought Batman today.

He's eight years old.

Ah, poor Bruce...

Eight year olds are dangerous. Trust me, I was eight once.
Little bastard bit me

Kid's gonna have it rough, that's for damn sure.

He bit you? *she grins*

Don't mess with th' Bat.

Rough, psychopathic, brutally determined... Not a life I'd wish on anyone. But then, it's his...

*partially removes the bandage on his arm. There is a clear bite mark*

Damn humans and their thin skin. Musta happened after he kicked me, cause I didn't feel it until I saw it.

*sees the grin*
Oh yeah, it's a laugh riot.

Well, well, well. I guess milk teeth can be sharp.

You really shouldn't've tossed him in the lake, Raph.

Oh, you had a better idea? Funny how I didn't hear it.

*snags bottle and takes a long pull*

Like he would have wanted to hear anything I had to say at that point?

Might've listened to you, though.

...of course, taking into account the way he was kicking, you weren't really in a mood to talk to him....

...but somehow, I don't think that's what's eating you.

Hey, in my defense, I tried talking to him. He wasn't havin' it. 'Sides, he needed to cool down. Was gonna walk in with him, 'til he started in with the kicking.

*raises an eyebrow*
Oh please, do tell. I'm always up for a good "What Raph is thinking" theory.

Bruce isn't what you'd call the most reasonable guy in the world. At any age, I suppose.

And, honestly, I don't have much of a clue. I don't know what's been happening while I've been away.

Aww you're just sayin' that cause he grows up wanting to be vengence in a bat costume.

No offense, but I'm kinda glad. It's a little too noisey in here as it is.
*he taps the side of his head*

As for the goings on, let's see.
*makes a show of scratching his chin in thought*
Got some new folks. Lost some regulars.
Your brother is tormenting a kid cause he pissed of Snow.
And uh....i got a girlfriend.

*There's a pause. And a slow smile. Not a trace of sadness. She ruffles his hair*

That's my boy.

Who's the unfortunate kid?

*bats her hands away, playfully*
Her name is Penny.

...

Oh you meant the one that Snow is picking on by proxi.
That's Andrew.