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Ivy had spent the afternoon outside of the Nexus working on finding the wig she needed plus getting together what she would need at the hotel. Which wasn't much so long as she could move freely around the city at night. But right now that would be more difficult. She had to run her fingers along anything she could recognize by touch so she wouldn't get lost without her cane.

Even being without her coat was enough to have her on edge. When she got to the familiar corner of 13th and West Juniper Avenue she just haulted to listen to the sounds of Gotham.

Her Gotham had a very particular feel. As if everything was on the edge of a knife. That has her fingers anxiously twitch wanting to latch onto the end of her cane. But no she would not allow herself to compromise herself. It's too important to stay alive right now. So instead she fiddles with the wig on her head. Glad that it felt so realistic. She had been told it looked real. So for now she's a different person in appearance. Hopefully Dick will notice her. She wants to get moving damn it.

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Dick cannot sing.

This bears emphasis, since when he sees what he thinks might be Ivy, he starts sort of sing-talking his way through the Banana Splits theme song as he casually walks in her direction.
"One banana two banana three banana four, five bananas make a bunch and so do many more, la la laaa, la la-la laaa..."

He doesn't even remember all the words, but: that does sound as if it's him, and as if it's him walking towards her, and it's as obvious at a distance as spotting his face would be. Now maybe he should be stopped, before the dogs start howling.

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Ivy will try to not smile. Doing so causes her mouth to disappear into her face. Or so the street lights that are lighting the street suggest. It's almost like something out of a bad sci-fi movie.

She shakes her head letting strands of hair fall in her face. She'll just turn a half step towards Dick and tilt her head in that way Ivy does when she's listening to someone.

"You sing terribly Dick. Shouldn't quit your day-job," she comments with a grin appearing on her face.

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"Ah hah, there y'are," he says quietly, so as to emphasize that yes- she's pretty decently disguised. Back to a normal pitch of voice, then: "Yeah, yeah, I know I can't sing... so where're we going?" he asks, offering her his elbow.
"And you... have a collapsible cane with you, I hope?" he asks again, quietly. "I can go fetch you one if need be- better to be noteably a blind woman than to fall down a flight of stairs or something if the hotel catches fire."

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She nods and tucks a lenth of hair behind one ear. A habit of her when she's around people she feels more comfortable with.

"The Rosetta," she says with a nod. "It has a reputation for being discreet as all hell with their guest list." Which is just what she needs.

She pauses then nods. "Min is collapsible normally anyways. It's in my purse." Well the one she's using right now. It looks...bigger than something Ivy would normally carry. She seems to prefer keeping things in pockets. Carry a purse for her feels strange.

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"Nice place- I've been in and out of there in my Gotham. It's a lot... tenser here than back home," he adds as he starts walking in that direction.
"So I didn't see a tail- I was back down the alley a half-block down keeping watch before I came out. But just in case--"
That'd be the wrong direction he's turning the two of them in. "We're going to duck through a little plaza that's down the block, and make it rather hard for that tail to stay out of sight before we head for the Rosetta, if there is one. How you been doing, then?" he asks conversationally as he walks.

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"Yeah it's nice. I've been there for a few events." She shrugs lightly. "I haven't been to other Gothams. But sometimes I get the impression that this is like a nori or something. Just the way things feel."

She nods as she listtens to him. Letting him take the lead is a measure of trust she's giving him. "All right. And I guess I've been nervous. I don't ;like being noticed by these guys. I had planned on going unnoticed until I got out of law school. But well I wouldn't change what I'm doing anyways." If she did think changing what she did was better? Replaced by an alien, seriously.

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"I'm... not sure what a nori is, I'm afraid." The pavement changes underfoot- no longer sidewalk concrete, but poured-asphalt, the sounds of the street a little further away. "We're right near Second and Harper," he tells her- just in case she doesn't know about the park. "And you can't let people intimidate you into being something you're not, that's- it's too difficult," he decides is the right answer.

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"Like...Casablanca, Dic Tracey. Movies like that. It refres to a gener of film. Not that I've seen one in forever," she adds the last part with a smirk. And him telling her about the park is helpful. She isn't familar with it.

"I try not to. There isn't a whole lot that wuld intimidate me."

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--Ohhh, he nods. "So it's more dark, and a lot more... gritty. I get it. Yeah, it feels that way to me, too. Of course, I'm practically living in Disney's Gothamland, anymore... where I live now, there isn't any Batman. Nobody's started being a big criminal as yet- we're going left here- and it's-- just quieter. Calmer."
He sighs a bit. "I'm still trying to convince myself that there's no relationship between 'no Batman' and 'little crime'."

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She nods after her explanation gets through to him. "I only notice because I'm not native. Everyone else seems so used to it. Gang wars, mafia wars, metahuman related crimes. They're just the regular problems here."

She listens then shakes her head. "I don't see any correlation in any other cities. Heroes show up because there are problems. I just don't see Batman being the reason there are more problems. If someone gets away with something chances are? They'll keep doing it."

Dick might notice there are two men trailing them now. They look like pretty typical thugs.

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Dick may indeed notice that. "Okay, we do have a tail," he murmurs. "Two guys- nothing too fancy. I guess the wig didn't work as good as I thought it would, darnit." He unzips his jacket- his batons are tucked into a pair of interior pockets, Ivy can feel one of them brushing against her hand. "Just stay calm, we're going to see if we can ditch them first. If not, I can take 'em, no sweat."
Back to a more normal tone: "well, Batman doesn't necessarily cause it- but what if he ups the ante enough that you get more... dramatic criminals?" he says, as he heads towards a bus stop.

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The fact they do have a tail makes her a touch nervous. "I had trouble with it. Wearing it when I'm...blind is difficult." But feeling safe for a short while had been nice.

"All right. No need to panic right away anyways," she mutters.

Then in a stage fake-Scottish accent she agrees. "Aye. the coppers bring out a knife, the Mob brings in a gun, Gotham gains Batman, then the Penguin appears. Thatta appears to be the way 'o the city."

Dick might not pick up on it but Ivy had been subtelly poking fun at that Sean Connery film The Untouchables. Her accent is horrible.

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Unfortunately, it was 1987 when Dick left the world he grew up in.
Nope, Untouchables hadn't come out yet.
"Exactly," he answers. "So, do you have some mace in your bag by any chance? That's in case, when I leave go of your arm to deal with these thugs, another one turns up."
There's got to be somewhere he can play Thermopylae here- a niche he can force them to come in one by one. He's sure he can take both of them, but there's no point in taking chances.

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That really is a pity. Because her immitation was awesome he just doesn't know it.

She pauses and nods. "Yeah. Plus I have a tazer that looks like a cellphone." She has it in her purse. Juat hasn't used it before. She alo has anothher thing that she is not going to pull out. Doesn't see a need.

Up ahead there appears to be a few nooks. Things he could take advantage of.

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He heads towards those nooks- assuming the thugs will follow. "Okay- just be sure you know where they're at. If it gets really hairy, do you have a PINpoint or do you need to borrow one? I have a spare."

Turning what could get messy into Ivy's back against something that can't jump her, that seems a lot safer, yes. "So I'm heading for a chunk of rock where they'll have to come in slower- and we're going to put you with your back to it so they can't come at you without me seeing it."
He sounds pretty steely.

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She nods and pulls a PIN point out od her nurse, attacting it like a watch to her rist and pulls her tazer out. It is small and handy. Villians beware Ivy is willing to shock a bitch! "I have one."

"Chunk of rock." She blinks faintly wondering where they were heading but it didn't exactly matter. She'd keep her back pressed against the rock. "That works. I can handle fighting someone one on one if...If I don't have to worry about my back. But hopefully I won't have to worry about that too much."

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"Very large boulder?" he answers. "It's around the center of the park... and you shouldn't need to fight."
The thugs are a little uneasy- they can certainly interpret what they're looking at. Dick reaches into his jacket- and there's a whiz of displaced air as his baton's hurled, the gun one of the two flung aside by the impact.
"if you do need to be my guest, but- I think I can handle these two."
His tone is so chill, all of a sudden. Almost mechanical.

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"Ah. Boulder." She just smirks a little and puts her back against it and does what she's good at. She listens. She knows that she'll never see what Dick is doing but she had heard the fact he knew without a doubht that he could fight two Mafia thugs. The fact that she was so sure he could just by the sound of his voice? Well it impresses her in a quite part of her mind where she's trying to figure him out.

She could feel the displaced air. He had thrown something. Was it that thing that had touched her hand? Probably.

"I'm sure you can."

But the shorter more oily looking of the pair presses a thing on his watch. It's a signal that they need help taking Ivy in. After all Cassamento wanted her scared into not going on the stand. He needed Hinrich not in prison. This might get ugly.

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Reaching for the watch gets Dick's attention in ways that nobody really wants . A roundhouse kick damn near takes short-and-oily's head off his shoulders, and then Dick's tumbling across the grass. Thug Number Two- the big guy- comes after him with a yell.
Idiot. Yelling just makes it easier to know where the attack is coming from.
A hand darts out into the path of the big guy's throat, and the yell ends very abruptly, becoming a little squeaking noise.
The tumbling across the grass continues, though- he has a baton to gather. "We move," he tells Ivy abruptly, "now," as he's heading right back to her side.

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This is why they're thugs. Too dumb to fight smart. Just to follow orders. They were told to get Ivy so that was what they were goin to do. Until Dick took them down so quikly. Ivy had just flinched at the yell and the noises that followed.

"Right." She steps away from the giant rock holding out a hand. He'll ned to pull her with him. She can't easily navigate around.

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Pull her with?
Screw that, he throws Ivy over one shoulder. He knows the shortest route from where they are to the hotel in question; he tells her "hang onto the wig" as he hoists her, and then they're off.
"So we check you in, I'll sit downstairs and wait a couple hours to make sure you've lost them. And you keep that PINpoint handy- if something happens, you can get the hell away from anybody after you at the drop of a hat."

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As they ran. She thought they would be running by foot. She just holds the wing in place with heone hand and is just sddenly glad she can't see. Because she has a feeling seeing would just make this night more stressful.

"Right. Right. I'll be safe as long as I keep it on me." She thinks it's good that she decided to carryy some chash on her in case she needed it. She'll make sure to grab something from a cending machine to calm her nerves and settle down in the room once she's there. Actually...she should just stick to water. Not leave her room unless she has to.

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And all of a sudden, he's setting Ivy down on her feet. "Okay. We're at the back doors of the Rosetta," he says softly- looking her over. That was way too fast. "Your wig's a little crooked, let me fix it for you," he offers, reaching for it- and making sure that on the way to it, he's touching her arms, her neck, several times- so she knows where his hands are before he goes about adjusting it into a proper position. "Let's get you checked in," he says.

He's actually considerate about the whole 'I'm sighted and you aren't' thing, that might stand out for Ivy; he doesn't seem to take it for granted that she's aware of everything he is.

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She had nearly stiffeneed when he had touched her but relaxed. She wasn't used to people quickly doing things like that for her. Even Phoenix would have taken time to make sure it was fine but no matter. It had been fine and she isn't reacting like a scalded cat.

"Yeah. Sooner I'm checked in, sooner I may be in the clear."

It seems unusual to her. It's sticking out in her mind but it is not sending out warning bells. She didn't think it was probable for him to be an evil-clone-Dick hired by Cassamento to kill her. THAT level of paranoia from her would be too much. She touches her purse to make sure everything she had needed was in it and was releaved. And also was glad she had the forsight to send the things she abosultly needed over to the hotel ahead of herself. Now she wonders if it was bad. But then mentally decides it isn't. She had a friend take care of it.

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"Right behind you," he murmurs- aware that Ivy's hearing is probably a bit sharper than the average person's. "There's a table, about five paces in front of you four three two bank right you'll miss it..." and then someone else's voice as Dick says "Front desk."
"Welcome to the Rosetta- can I help you, miss?" the stranger asks.

No, Dick isn't Phoenix. But he's definitely better at the dealing-with-those-who-aren't-sighted than the average schmo.

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Ivy gives him a greatful nod understanding that had taken note of where the table was. She made her way over to the front desk. She srts her purse down and fishes out her wallet.

"Why yes you can. I made a reservation here. I'd like to check in." She pauses for a beat. "I also had my bags sent here ahead of me. Have you recived them?" They should have. She'd arranged everything beforehand.