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took me a couple of days but this is every last scrap of information about the history differences i could find

[ATTACHMENT: text file - all if it is written in Conner's handwriting which is made up of small uppercase letters.]

Edited Date: 2014-07-11 07:48 am (UTC)

Thank you. The offer for dinner is still available.

can i get it to go

[Secretly going to feed it to Wally.]

Of course, if you insist.

[Alfred had been hoping to learn more about Superboy, but he's certainly not going to press.]

just let me know when and where

[Maybe once he realizes that Alfred can be trusted with more than food, he'll take up an offer of food.]

Residence 27. At your convenience.

[He doesn't bother responding via text. Instead he'll just show up half an hour later and knock on the door. There won't be a giant red symbols on his black shirt but it's not the Conner Kent of Smallville.]

[It takes a moment for Alfred to get to the door. He had been expecting Superboy to drop by, but he wasn't near the door when the boy knocked.

The door opens and Alfred looks Kon over before stepping aside to let him in. If there are any noticeable differences between this Superboy and the one from his world, Alfred doesn't notice. He was more familiar with Superman than any of the other Supers, but he does take note of the lack of "uniform".] I'll have your food ready in just a moment, Conner.

[Everything was mostly good to go, but Alfred needed to finish packing the food and he did want to get a better idea of who Superboy is. He heads back towards the kitchen, leaving Kon to choose whether or not he wants to follow.]

[He moves into the house and it really doesn't look that much different from the ones he's already been in. Standard government housing, he guesses. Conner follows Alfred into the kitchen but isn't really paying attention to what the butler is doing.]

Seems like a lot of these places are identical.

[Yeah, conversation starters are not easy for him.]

Alfred? How well do your healing powers work, exactly?

[ There's an uncomfortable unspoken second question in that. ]

[There is a slight pause before Alfred answers.]

What's your location? [He trusts that if Richard can make it to him, the teen will let him know. The possible lecture can wait until after.]

I'm at home. It's not an emergency or anything, don't worry, okay?

[Because he's never heard that before. Luckily he knows where Richard lives.]

I'll be right over.

[Alfred disconnects and a few moments later there's a knock on the door.]

[ Dick had been waiting downstairs by the door, since stairs and crutches still give him a bit of a workout. The door opens almost immediately.

Cue Dick looking sheepish with his leg in a cast. ]

Told you it wasn't an emergency.

[Alfred just arches an eyebrow before stepping through the door.]

I see. And I don't suppose you might have thought to mention this sooner? [Apparently he'll need to check up on Richard more frequently.]

Might there be a story to go with the injury? [He looks over the cast as he talks. At least Richard had received medical attention for it, although he couldn't very well run around as Robin while his leg was out of commission.]

Not a very good story.

[ Dick leads him over to the living room sofa, taking a seat. ]

... It's pretty embarrassing, actually. Which is why I didn't mention it. And that was a mistake, I know.

Yes. [Although as long as Richard realizes the mistake, there's no point in driving it home with a lecture about properly caring for himself and letting his family take care of him when he needs it. The embarrassment of his current predicament is something Alfred would have been able to sense even without his new power.

Alfred sits next to him on the couch. After the debacle with Bruce and his healing powers, he has more of an idea what to expect when he reaches out and gently grips Richard's shoulder.] Hold still. [There's also actual intent behind the move and he feels the affects almost immediately. The process is somewhat draining, but nothing that he can't handle. Hopefully the healing process won't be too painful. Alfred can't imagine that magically healing a bone is entirely pleasant.

At least the bone has already been seen to, so there's no danger of him healing it wrong.]

Nngh— jeez, that's weird.

[ It's surprisingly unpleasant — not exactly painful, but strange, wroong, a little like nails on a chalkboard but inside his leg. So he distracts himself with chatter, his voice faintly strained and his hands in fists. ]

I've had a rough month. [ Bruce's arrival shaking him up, two of his teammates at each other's throats, his stupid injury, the summer camp and the kidnapping, and the whole ridiculous thing with Wally... ] But I'm doing better now, mostly.

[Alfred squeezes Richard's shoulder lightly in apology for how his powers seem to be working. Although, if the teenager hadn't been so reckless as to injure himself then they wouldn't be doing this at all. A broken leg is never pleasant, regardless of the method of healing.

After a few minutes, he no longer feels the odd pull that seems to signify his healing powers are at work, although he does feel slightly light headed. At least he's already sitting down - he wouldn't want to alarm Richard or prevent him from seeking healing assistance in the future.

His hand stays on the boy's shoulder, offering some comfort.] I find that sometimes it helps to talk things out when one has had a rough time.

[It's an offer for Richard to explain why he doesn't exactly feel "better" on an emotional level. An offer without any pressure to discuss things he would rather keep quiet, but Alfred isn't entirely keen on letting the boy leave while his emotions are tangled in such a manner.]

[ Was that it? That was... relatively painless. He wonders if it's back to normal. Can he actually walk on it again? Can he run? Can he ditch the crutch and never look back?

... oh. But first, talking. All right, he can... he can do that. Dick makes a soft noise of acknowledgment, his hands unclenching and then folding in his lap. ]

A lot of it... was me overthinking things. Or maybe just too much at once. You know how one bad thing can be fine, and two can be tolerable, but five's overwhelming? It was sort of like that.

[ Dick can't really imagine Alfred overwhelmed. He seems way too cool for that. But he's sure he understands anyway. Somehow. ]

... The kidnapping's over. My friends are safe. Everyone's back home. And I think I actually helped. So... that's good. And I talked about the rest of it with Wally, all the stuff that was getting to me, and that really helped clear my head. I'm not so worried anymore. [ But he hesitates at the end. He'd gotten too much off his chest with Wally, and that part was still tying him in knots. ]

[That was it then. It seemed like a relatively painless process compared to the break itself and at least it had gone smoothly. This was the first time that Alfred had intentionally used his powers to heal another and he admits to being curious about what might have caused Richard to do something so foolish as breaking his leg. There's no doubt in Alfred's mind that it was, indeed, some sort of recklessness behind it or there would have been less reluctance to actually share the story.

However, concerns over how exactly this had happened are set aside to address what Richard was willing to talk about.] As difficult as it may be to believe, Master Richard, even the best of us can fall prey to having taken on a bit too much at once. Even Master Bruce and myself are not infallible, although he might have you believe otherwise. And when things are too much? Well, that is what your friends and family are for. If you need to talk, I'm always here.

[It's difficult, in a way, to talk to this boy while avoiding falling into the easy camaraderie he currently had with the Richard he'd known back home. Because this Richard is still little more than a boy. And while Alfred will be there for him to the best of his capabilities, their relationship had grown since Richard was young and he's not quite certain how to reconcile that with the teenager sitting next to him.] But there are still things you're worried about.

[It's not a question - more of an invitation to expand upon his worries than anything. Even without the empathic powers, Alfred would have known that there was still something causing Richard's emotional distress.]

[ Of course there's more. And of course Alfred would pick up on it. He's sure that if he tells Alfred that he doesn't want to talk about it, he'd leave it at that. But maybe — maybe telling someone wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'd actually have some kind of useful advice. And he probably owes Alfred some honesty with all this, besides.

He makes a small, overwhelmed noise, resting his face in his hands, elbows on the table. After a moment, he spreads his fingers enough to peer through the cracks at Alfred. ]

It's nothing. I mean— it's not nothing nothing, but it's... trivial. In the big scheme of things.

[ It's not talking to him that's the problem, it's admitting to this obnoxiously teenage thing he's been coping with. He should be above it, but he doesn't know how to be. He pulls his hands back down, folding them between his knees, his mouth set in a tight line. ]

See, when I told Wally everything, I kinda... told him everything. [ A faint blush creeps up the back of his neck, coloring the tips of his ears pink. His stomach churns uncomfortably. ] That I like him. I don't know why I said it, except that I didn't wanna keep any secrets anymore, I guess. Not from him. And he— I don't think he completely hated the idea? He didn't— freak out or anything. He seemed like he was even maybe a little flattered? I don't know. But he said he needed to think about it, and then time passed, and then he went to Colorado and all of that happened, and now...

... I can't ask. It's been too long and he has too much other stuff to think about. But he gets this look in his eyes sometimes, like he's maybe thinking about it, and I can't tell if it's good thinking or bad thinking.

And I'm rambling now. So I'll stop. But, that's it, basically. The thing I don't know how to deal with.

[There's silence while he waits for Richard to either talk or express his wishes to be left alone on the matter. After he's finished explaining, Alfred makes a considering noise, moving his hand down from Richard's shoulder to rest it against his back. This particular confession does come as something of a surprise, but at the same time it's not. The two have always been close ~~and Richard does seem to have a thing for redheads~~. There were certainly worse choices than the speedster, as far as romantic interests went.]

Just because something seems trivial in the larger scheme of things, doesn't make it any less important. Your feelings are important, Master Richard. It's also important that there's balance between you and what Robin does. That's something that Master Bruce has always struggled with, and you've managed to have a much better grasp on.

[At least most of the time. None of them were without flaws, certainly, but Richard had learned to balance being a hero with having a life rather admirably. Even if that did make relationships infinitely more complicated. Alfred is certain that Richard has already considered how his options might affect the team and how it works, so he doesn't mention that for now. There is also the fact that despite all their similarities, this isn't the Richard from his world and he's yet to discover any major differences, but it isn't as though they've sat down and discussed that as of yet.]

And what is it that you want young Wallace's answer to be? Are you content for things to remain as they are? Understandably, you would want an answer one way or another, and I admit to not knowing him very well, so my insight is somewhat limited... However, can you trust him to come to you when he's ready or do you think he'll need to be reminded of your conversation?

[ Balance between himself and Robin. It's something he still isn't sure how to do. His model, after all, is Bruce, and sometimes Dick wonders whether Bruce or Batman is the one wearing a mask. Neither Dick nor Robin feels like him, sometimes, and outside of Bruce and Alfred, Wally's the only one who knows both halves of him. The only one who makes him feel like a whole person — like he doesn't have to be anyone but himself, whoever that person is.

Maybe that's why Dick feels the way he does.

Hearing that the version of him that Alfred knows is good at it, better than Bruce... something warm, sort of like hope, flickers in his chest. Maybe it's possible for him to be Robin and have a life. Maybe, maybe, maybe. ]

Honestly? I don't know. Wally's really good at ignoring things that shake up his worldview. So if he hasn't said anything by now, maybe he never will. Maybe he's convinced himself that I didn't really mean it. That it was a joke or something.

[ Dick sighs, folding his arms on the table, resting his chin there. Getting it off his chest is helping, in a way, but he still feels a little like he's taking an ice cream scoop to his insides. ]

... I hate that this isn't something I can work at until I get it right. That if he doesn't like me, maybe he'll never like me, and I have to be okay with that. I'm not— great at that. Taking "you're not good enough" for an answer. Not when it's something that matters this much.

[The problem with using Bruce as a role model for how to balance one's life is that he's simply too good at putting his worlds into completely separate categories. Bruce Wayne and Batman were completely separate entities, and it wasn't always clear which one was the mask.

With Richard, however, that line had always been a little more blurred. Robin was Richard and Richard was Robin. The identity was more a part of him than just the mask he wore. Still, it's difficult to have to watch the boy struggle to discover this. And struggle he must, since this was a realization he would need to come to on his own.

As for the situation with Wally, well, Alfred could certainly lend his support and advice on the matter, but his own romantic relationships had never quite panned out all that well in the end.]

Then you'll need to decide if you would like to remind him of your conversation or if you're content enough with things as they are.

[Alfred leans forward slightly, so he might better see Richard's face for this conversation.]

As I'm sure you've realized, matter of the heart are a bit more complex than a simple "You're not good enough." Things are much more difficult when there's another person whose feelings you also have to take into consideration. They might not always react in the way you want and, yes, that is something you would have to come to terms with, if it were to be the case.

But, remember that it will never be because you are not good enough, Richard. Do you understand?

To: Alfred Pennyworth
From: Wally West

Subject: Um

I'm not really that good at this sort of thing, and this is probably like, really way too late. Like to the point of being a jerk, late. But.

I just wanted to thank you. Rob probably already has, but like I wanted to thank you. And I mean, like it's cool if you don't do stuff for me, that's fine. If you wanna just come in and do stuff for Robin that's totally cool, don't feel obligated to help me out too.

But I'm still grateful. Also kind of amazed and/or creeped out that you somehow know when we're both out of the apartment and manage to do all that stuff in that time frame, like seriously, is that your super power? But anyway.

Thanks.

Thank you. I mean. Thank you for helping us out. ...we'd probably be a lot worse off without you. Thanks.

-Wally

boss mentioned something about hoverbikes + told me to get a hand on some specs for you if i had any in mind
still applicable?

Of course. Would you like to meet?

I bought something. Can you meet me in De Chima? Outside the Imperial Hotel. Rent a car.

Edited Date: 2014-12-02 09:24 pm (UTC)

Of course, sir. And will we be using the car to haul anything about?

Just me, Alfred.

I'll be there shortly.

[Wrapped up kind of horribly and delivered via UPS is Alfred's gift, a crystal globe paperweight with a note that reads: "I'm sorry, I wasn't really all that sure on what to get you. I hope you like this. -Wally"]

Just so we're clear, I have no idea what happened to me.

I presume you're referring to your recent blanket wearing, cutlery wielding adventure. How much do you remember?

[Clark sighs. Oh Rao, he had been wearing a blanket hadn't he?]

I didn't remember almost anything when I woke up, but the more I think about it the more I keep remembering.

I just remembered I described my skinsuit as colorful undergarments.

Indeed you did, sir.

If you have time later, perhaps you might stop by. There's something that Master Bruce and myself need to discuss with you.

Sure. I'm trying to locate everyone Paladin Kal talked to but after that I should be free.

Very good. We shall be expecting you.

I'm starting to think he isn't coming back.

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Perhaps a spot of tea will calm your nerves.

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