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You'd think you'd get used to being jerked around universes, but it just never sets in right.

[ why, what a cool and laid-back sounding newcomer this is! well, she doesn't sound all that new, but the NV signal is definitely a different one than last time. ]

We're still on 2012, right? I'm hoping not. Music doesn't start sounding good 'til at least 2025.

[ encrypted to Sherlock Holmes: ]

You talked to the last me, right? 'Cuz that so wasn't me.

[ awkward... pause... ]

And... um, hi. Busy?

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[ If it'd been weird to see the Cave, it's even weirder to see Clark. She just stares for a second, then two— and finally comes the smile, and even then obscuring mask can't dampen the warmth of it. ]

Thanks.

[ She stands up on her tree branch and steps out into empty space without hesitation. Either she lands lightly and unharmed, or he catches her. Win/win, as far as she's concerned. ]

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[ No trees, Robin. It's an old mine. Under street level. Not a tree in sight. There's no disguising Clark's pleasure at seeing her, though, stepping back and closing the door after her once she's inside.

The cave is in darkness. Even the computer monitors, usually bright, are shut down, and the case where Bruce's costume is kept is unlit too. Everything is quiet. Still. Empty. ]

Wish I could say things were great.

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[ it's the spirit of a tree branch that she's perched on, okay, by which I totally mean like a lampost or something. She's glancing around as soon as she's inside, and finding things... a little eerie. ]

How long's he been gone?