@thestrawberrybat

thestrawberrybat:

diableret:

Diableret turned to face her, quickly grabbing the woman’s fore arm. She had expected her from the shadows. This after all was her theater. She controlled what happened her. She spent night after arguing with Jason here, she patched up her wounds here, practiced fighting, weapons and moving in shadows here. She quickly lead her behind the thick red velvet curtain of the confessional box. What was to be said had to be as silent as possible and there was no place more secretive than the old confessional. It was worn down, but hide any shadow of them and the thick curtains and stone construction acted to silence whispers that may otherwise be over heard.

“Forgive me Batsy for I have sinned” she smirked with sarcasm, before turning to a more serious face.

“Look, I dont call people to this place usually… please for the seventh circle of hell… don’t tell anyone about this place. The only people who know you can find me here is the my girls, the Fates. They don’t disturb me or speak a word. they are still in Scotland but they know when they need me again this is where we meet…” she was rambling slightly but she wanted to be sure things stayed between them before she got down to the issue at hand. 

Barbara had to bite down on her lip to stop the sneeze that wanted to escape the moment Dia pushed her through the musty old curtain and into the confessional. The box was small, barely fitting both of them, but it stopped their words from echoing through the old church. “Well now it can be our place.” In an unusual show of affection, Barbara grasped her hand. “It can be where we go to talk about our boys and think of ways to help them.”

The redhead wouldn’t betray her trust, not when it could mean actually being able to reconcile the wayward birds. “So tell me about this plan. What’s happened to our boys now?”

The woman before her made things like this sound so girly. She had never discussed boys with anyone, not even Angel who kept pushing her to do so, but she had a feeling the context was more direct in its meaning despite how air headed it had first appeared.

Diableret, took a seat on the small confessional bench, freeing up a bit more room in the cramped box so as the two women weren’t forced into each other in the tight space.

“Jason had plans to play dress up again. He wants to create a new Batfamily, one that plays to his rules. He wants me to be his batgirl and Scarlet to be his Robin. He wants to start by destroying the asylum and its inhabitants as a strong message to Gotham. I don’t want to send him back to Arkham, or hurt him… but this is insanity. It’s not just criminals in that building and some that are in their are like I was… nothing more than a lost soul trapped in that place… we need to stop this before it starts, and before Dick finds out. You know where he will send Jay. Whats more you know how Jay will react….”

deadrobinreturned:

diableret:

“He tried to kill me and left me with a scar so I would never be able to forget him”

“What a asshole.”

“Nothing wrong with your powers of observation then…” she smirked