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Hello Dick, it's Kal. I just wanted to check on you and the team, I hope all of them are doing alright. Things are getting kind of crazy lately so I'd like to hear about all of you?

Thanks.

Hey.

We're doing alright. Working out a game plan for our own investigation.

How about you?

I could be better, but I've been through this so often it's kind of second nature.

The rest of the team is alright as well then?

Yeah. Still recovering from the spectres, but we're fine otherwise.

Is something wrong?

[Kyle's laughter is deliriously happy, and his words are slightly slurred; he's been drinking.]

Dick! Dick. You won't believe this. Well - I didn't believe it, I don't actually know if you will.

[He takes a few deep breaths, laughs again.]

There's a universe out there where they all live. [He falls silent abruptly, and then laughs again.] They're alive, Dick. And I get my ring. And—

[I never thought that would happen, that the day would come.]

How awesome is that! No, no, wait. I'll tell you! It's the most... awesomest!

[Then he dissolves into laughter that, occasionally, sounds like he's trying not to cry at the same time.]

[Kyle Drunk Dialing Him is pretty low on his list of Things Dick Thought Would Happen Today.

At least it's good news? Though... Dick wonders about how true it is.]

That definitely is the awesomest. Who told you?

Shayera. Her universe.

[He coughs.]

It sounds pretty similar to yours... even better!

[Dick strongly doubts that they're from the same universe. But no way in hell he's raining on Kyle's parade. One universe was enough. 'A spark of hope in the 52 worlds.']

Maybe it'll work out the same way where I'm from.

So if you're happy, why are you drunk?

[He never quite got that with adults.

And he's slightly worried. He can't quite pinpoint why.]

Oh, it will, Half Pint. 'Specially when they'll be forewarned.

[You won't let me down.]

I'm not drunk! M'totally fine.

[No pressure or anything. But he has a plan. And a contingency plan for that plan. And contingency plans for his contingency plans.]

I know. I just hope you'll get to be a GL too.

[Amused:] Right. I think you'll say something different when I replay this for you tomorrow.

Apparently I do. Same rank n'all.

[He laughs again, and then there's a noise that does sound like a choked sob.]

Crap. What d'you know, blood-alcohol level is way above regulation.

['but this is the best news I've had in a long time']

Don't tell John.

[He hears it. It's not that Dick's never dealt with drunk adults before, but Kyle is way different from some wasted rich guy at a Wayne Enterprises function.]

Hey, maybe you'll actually join the League in my world. It's a lot cooler than the one in yours, trust me.

[He'll keep it light, even if he's a tad worried. Kyle deserves happiness. Even if Dick thinks it's a bittersweet kind of happy.]

Your secret's safe with me. If you need something for the headache, I've got some 'aspirin'.

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Hey, we have some good times. [He coughs.] Thanksgiving dinners. Don't let 'em talk you into babysitting for speedsters.

[A pause.]

You could leave it on the window. M'at home now.

Oh trust me. I know better.

[He's... actually not entirely good with kids anyway. Not bad but, well, having a short childhood makes it hard to relate to them.]

Do you want company?

I'm good, I'm good.

[Lucid enough to know he doesn't want Dick to see him like this.]

See you... in the morning...

Alright. I'll leave them at your place in a few. Remember to drink a lot of water.

[He's never been hungover but it always seemed rather uncomfortable.]

[It was funny. All the times Zatanna had stared at that little communication device Batman'd given her, and it never dawned on her that she might actually be able to use it to call anyone else. When realization hit her, she actually smacked her own forehead. Duh.]

[Of course, that didn't mean she was completely sure as to how, leaving her voice slightly less confident than usual when she eventually turned it on and held it up to her lips.]

...Robin? Are you there?

[He doesn't get a lot of calls on his Bat-cell, to be honest. If the others needed to talk to him, they usually just found him.

So, he's surprised to hear it ring and even more surprised when he hears who it is.]

Yeah. What's up, Zatanna?

[It worked! Finally. She would kick herself later. First things first.]

Are you free to meet somewhere right now? I want to ask you something.

[Sounding concerned:]

Yeah. Where?

[The concern doesn't escape her. In his defense, she could understand why: calling him, out of the blue, on the batcell?]

Relax, Robin. Nothing's wrong.

Or do you really think I need to have an emergency as an excuse to see you?

No, it's just... you never call me. So I assumed--

Anyway, when and were?

Special Occasion.

['Also, I'd sort of forgotten about it until now.']

Just outside my apartment. [Secluded enough that they could still have some privacy while away from the potential of certain individuals invading said privacy.] Say...twenty minutes from now?

[He has no idea what she's talking about.]

I can do that.

[Of course he doesn't.]

Then I'll see you in twenty.

[Zatanna woke up to one of the greatest headaches of her life. A dull, aching throb that seemed to spread across her entire head. It was enough to want to get her to call in sick for the day. Well, figuratively speaking. There was really nobody to call in this situation. Which would have made the whole situation almost bearable, had it not been for one major detail:]

[The headache? A side effect of more than thirteen months' worth of memories suddenly coming back to her in a flash of mental pictures and aural memories.]

[When the realization hit her, she sat up with a start. Gasping.]

Oh, no...

[AUDIO]

Dick? It's me.

I...I remember now. Everything. I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad. I don't--

[A pause on her end. She sounded close to tears there for a moment. Which might explain the lack of video function.]

I'm in my room. Call me back when you're awake. Please.

[After this, there's a note tacked to Dick's door in Kyle's handwriting.]

Room has been sealed with forcefield for protection until she wakes up. Hangover cure in kitchen but would prefer she learns lesson.

- GL 2814.4

[At the door, there’s a crate, glowing a faint green, the Corps insignia emblazoned on it. When touched it emits a quiet whirr, that of a scanner, the AI announces VERIFIED. GRAYSON, RICHARD., and promptly floats into the living room, where the glow vanishes. Inside, there’s rows of bottles with variously coloured liquids. Juices!]

[Attached is a note:]

Thought you might want to try some. If you find any you like, I'll make more. I've got a lot of the stuff.

- GL 2814.4

Thanks for the juice. Are you playing Santa early?

[He's teasing.]

Who's playing? ;)

If you're not wearing a Santa hat right now, I'm going to be really disappointed.

[Is that a challenge because hi, here's a Santa in a slightly different colour scheme, with the hat.]

[Now he has to turn on the video to applaud.]

Still don't think you can fit down any chimneys.

Nooooooot really planning to, Half-Pint. [A wink.] You take care. I've got more of these to deliver.

See you later, then. Remember to disarm my traps if you're going to be Santa-ing through my window.

Roger, wilco, and out.

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