Dick knows, acutely, the pain of losing parents, especially at that young an age. Sometimes he wishes he could tell someone, just so they wouldn't feel so alone. So some good could come of it, instead of just this awful understanding that he can't even express. ]
. . . poor Garfield. I didn't even ask — I was too caught up in everything else.
I don't think he's ready to talk about it. His memory of it was really ... ignored.
But it's-- It's a moot point here, anyway. I just ... need you to know. If I had the choice now, I wouldn't let her. My own sacrifices don't outweigh his mother's life.
[ It's a damn good thing this conversation is voice-only, because M'gann isn't sure she wants anyone seeing her crying face right about now. Or nearly so. ]
I'll ... I'll think about it. [ She sucks in a sigh. ] But that just- makes me sound like an awful person. It was his mother, Marie, I knew her, I ...
[ Robin, for his part, sounds... whelmed. He gets it, at least on a purely factual, encyclopedic level. He knows it matters to M'gann. He knows it must be even more important than he'd realized, if she'd let herself be blackmailed. But still— ]
Okay. But... you're still the same M'gann, no matter what.
[ And if he sounds surprised, it's only because she'd felt the need to hide it for so long, when no one on Earth really understands. ]
I know it's ... silly to think it means so much on Earth, but. All Earth's history about racism, about any person of colour-- That's what it's like on Mars. The Red and the Green martians ... They're normal. White martians are - not normal.
I couldn't chance rejection from you. From any of you.
[ And he gets that. He does. Maybe not the same way, because he's— he's lucky, he guesses. Because he doesn't look any different. Because the only people who really know are Bruce, Alfred, and Wally, and no one who'd care would twice about Bruce Wayne's ward. Dick hasn't heard his second language since he was nine years old, but he still winces at the word gypsy. ]
Plaj plajeça ći maladol, rrom rromesa. [ His accent is clumsy at best, his tongue stumbling over words he's only heard his father say, years and years ago. Sorry, dad. Still, he hopes the sentiment counts for something. ] Romani. It means... mountains can't meet, but people can. You're from Mars, I'm from Earth, but we're not all that different.
[ If it's a secret about Robin, it's a secret about Dick Grayson, too. But it might be one she needs to hear. ]
[ She sniffs and listens and it's unfamiliar, but it doesn't seem to matter. It's Robin revealing a part of himself to her, and she's found herself feeling torn. Romani; is that what he was? Or is. She may not know the intricacies of all Earth's countries and people, but she knew at least that Romani didn't sound entirely Caucasian. ]
... You'd still probably be freaked out if you knew what a white martian looked like. [ ........ ] But, Robin--? Thanks.
My point being — okay, it might take a little getting used to. I'll take your word for it. But all that stuff we like? The total sweetness, the way you've always got time for us, the baking — the stuff that makes you you? That's all still the same, no matter what you look like.
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[ okay. no. deep breath. just because the team is imploding a little doesn't mean you can't keep it together, robin. ]
... Okay. That's— [ he exhales slowly. ] ... okay. We've all got your back. No matter what it is.
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I don't know how long it lasts for back home, but... At some point, Queen Bee plays a hand in killing Marie Logan.
[ And putting their main connection now between them and QB; M'gann is the only viable choice. At least that they know of, yet. ]
If- If it's because of me, I ...
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Dick knows, acutely, the pain of losing parents, especially at that young an age. Sometimes he wishes he could tell someone, just so they wouldn't feel so alone. So some good could come of it, instead of just this awful understanding that he can't even express. ]
. . . poor Garfield. I didn't even ask — I was too caught up in everything else.
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But it's-- It's a moot point here, anyway. I just ... need you to know. If I had the choice now, I wouldn't let her. My own sacrifices don't outweigh his mother's life.
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S-She's not here, though.
[ She's terrified, but there's resolve cracking, splintering under the fear of it. Funny how one's death can do that to a person. ]
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But I also know what they can do to a team. And you know what they can do to other people.
... Just think about it.
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I'll ... I'll think about it. [ She sucks in a sigh. ] But that just- makes me sound like an awful person. It was his mother, Marie, I knew her, I ...
I'm a white martian.
[ Wait. ]
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[ Robin, for his part, sounds... whelmed. He gets it, at least on a purely factual, encyclopedic level. He knows it matters to M'gann. He knows it must be even more important than he'd realized, if she'd let herself be blackmailed. But still— ]
Okay. But... you're still the same M'gann, no matter what.
[ And if he sounds surprised, it's only because she'd felt the need to hide it for so long, when no one on Earth really understands. ]
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I know it's ... silly to think it means so much on Earth, but. All Earth's history about racism, about any person of colour-- That's what it's like on Mars. The Red and the Green martians ... They're normal. White martians are - not normal.
I couldn't chance rejection from you. From any of you.
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Plaj plajeça ći maladol, rrom rromesa. [ His accent is clumsy at best, his tongue stumbling over words he's only heard his father say, years and years ago. Sorry, dad. Still, he hopes the sentiment counts for something. ] Romani. It means... mountains can't meet, but people can. You're from Mars, I'm from Earth, but we're not all that different.
[ If it's a secret about Robin, it's a secret about Dick Grayson, too. But it might be one she needs to hear. ]
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... You'd still probably be freaked out if you knew what a white martian looked like. [ ........ ] But, Robin--? Thanks.
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But just for the record? I'm pretty hard to freak out.
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Unless you've got really weird mask-skin, I doubt it's that bad. I've seen your eyes before.
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[ maybe he should shut up. ]
My point being — okay, it might take a little getting used to. I'll take your word for it. But all that stuff we like? The total sweetness, the way you've always got time for us, the baking — the stuff that makes you you? That's all still the same, no matter what you look like.
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... You're going to make me cry again.
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