stranger things | dick grayson

thirty five

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'I still don't think you should have shot that guy, El,' Dawn said and sighed as she leaned on the kitchen counter.

'I still don't think you guys should have made me switch to rubber bullets,' Eleanor grumbled and stabbed at her food with her fork. 'I got him to stop, didn't I? Without killing him.'

'Don't you just think your methods are a bit...' Dawn trailed off.

Kory finished her sentence by suggesting, 'Extreme?'

Eleanor's mouth dropped open as she squinted at Kory.

'Look, an armed dude entered the tower. I stopped him. Is that not enough for you?' Eleanor asked as Dawn and Kory laughed.

The heavily armed man who entered the tower by guessing the passcode didn't know that it was Titans Tower that he was entering, and well, that was his first mistake. When the elevator doors opened, Eleanor had stepped into view, one hand holding her gun, the other holding her cereal bowl. She had been the only one awake at the time. He reached for the gun at his side but Eleanor shot him in the wrist and the knee. Luckily for him, she had switched to rubber bullets only two days before.

He claimed he thought he had entered a really fancy bank, and Eleanor didn't know whether to thank him or be insulted by the fact he thought they lived in a bank.

'Are you ever gonna come back on a gig with us? You haven't since that bombing in the Mission district,' Dawn said, reminding Eleanor of many of the problems she had been avoiding. 'Didn't Bruce give you a new suit as well?'

'Mm,' Kory hummed with a smile. 'The Sparrow. You know, you people really have a thing for birds.'

'Yeah well, it's not happening. I don't know what I'm doing... I kind of miss my detective work if I'm being honest,' Eleanor admitted out loud for the first time. 'I'm going to see what I can do about a transfer when I go back to Detroit next week.'

'You're going back?' Dawn asked in confusion.

'I still have nieces and nephews to see you know? Besides, I'm gonna pack up my apartment and move my stuff here.'

'Ooh, are you gonna sell?' Dawn questioned as she washed a mouthful of food down with a large sip of her drink.

'No, uh, Bruce owns it actually, so it's up to him what he'll do with it.' She looked down at her food, avoiding their intense gazes. 'He'll probably keep it in case any of us needs it.'

Kory frowned. 

'Haven't you lived there since you left Gotham though? That's a hell of a coincidence that Bruce owns it.'

'No, uh, he helped me out once I quit Crusader,' she muttered and took a sip of her drink.

'How did that happen anyway? How did you quit so easily? Did you just put your guns down and call it a truce with Batman?' Kory asked her. 'Throw Floyd in jail and was done with it?'

'Oh no, I was there and it was messy,' Dawn said and raised her eyebrows, causing Eleanor to gently throw a scrunched-up napkin at her. 'Eleanor got her ass kicked. It was not a good night for her.'

'Oh yeah? Talk about not a good night, what about those pictures of you and Hank that time you were stuck on that crane for a day and a half? As if that wasn't the most embarrassing thing to happen to anybody ever?' Eleanor asked as Dawn groaned in annoyance.

Kory laughed and leant back on the bench, 'Oh, do tell me more.'

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'What's wrong?' Dick asked as he laid down alongside Eleanor on his bed, a place she had begun to spend more time in than her own.