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Outside the Clocktower, New Gotham City, Friday evening
Dinah checked her watch, checked the alley, and really hoped the portal would be on time, and that Triela had remembered to catch it. Maybe she should've called?

[for an Italian gun girl]

Triela grinned. "That does sound good."

Mood lightening back up again, Dinah bounced on her toes, and waved at the camera monitoring them. "Say hi to Barbara. You're going to meet her in a minute anyway." She grinned. "We'll dump your bag here, eat, then go out looking for trouble," as the elevator doors opened.

Barbara looked up from her computer monitors, smiling in bemusement, and held out a hand to shake to Triela as the two girls walked in. "Welcome to New Gotham, Triela. I'm glad you could come for a visit. I'm Barbara Gordon, Dinah's guardian."

"I know." Triela took Barbara's hand firmly.

"I'm Triela. Nice to meet you."

"Dinah's told me a lot about you, I'm glad you could stay this weekend." She darted a glance at Dinah, who shook her head. No, she hadn't brought up brain scans yet. There was time. "Hopefully Dinah won't have to work at her 'other' job this weekend while you're here. We should have enough coverage, though."

"If you need any help..." Well, Triela was packing.

"Thank you." Barbara wasn't about to let anyone she hadn't thoroughly vetted operate in New Gotham-- but if something came up and was unavoidable, Dinah could probably keep an eye on the other girl. "I'll keep that in mind." She smiled. "Until then, I think Alfred already has dinner ready. Helena's at the Dark Horse, so feel free to start without me."

Dinah leaned in to hug her. "Don't work too hard. C'mon, Triela. Fooooood."

Sparing one last glance for Barbara's setup, Triela grinned and turned to follow Dinah. "Fine, fine. I know not to keep you from it."

Dinah ducked into the guest room to leave Triela's bag, then ducked back out to lead Triela to the kitchen. "Alfred! Alfred Alfred that smells soooo good. This is Triela. She needs feeding up."

She reached for a celery spear, and got her knuckles rapped with a wooden spoon, and a look was directed at Triela over pince-nez.

"Good evening, Miss Triela. Welcome to the Clock Tower."

"Thank you," she responded with a polite nod.

And, to be fair, she was pretty skinny.

"We have lime chicken stir-fry, along with spring rolls, I do hope that's acceptable to you," Alfred said, giving her his small, reserved smile. "Will you be having dessert, Miss Dinah?"

"We're going out as soon as we've stoked up the engines," Dinah said, sitting down and pouring water for herself and Triela. "And Barbara's doing her usual thing. You'd probably better take her a plate, or she'll forget again."

"Stir-fry is just fine." Triela smiled politely.

Alfred heaped a huge dish for her, added noodles and spring rolls, set it down along with four kinds of dipping sauce, then did the same for Dinah. Then went off to chivvy Barbara into ingesting something she might barely notice.

Dinah applied herself with gusto, and after a few minutes of eating, she tentatively said, "So, there's a concert tomorrow afternoon, at Robinson Park. Kyle could meet us there." Despite the memory of her time there with Jaime, she still liked the band area. "You up for that?"

Triela ate slowly. She wasn't that hungry, really. Even though the food was pretty good.

"That sounds like it could be fun."

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