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Post by whiteraven on Apr 29, 2008 19:01:49 GMT -5
Raven could scream. The Buerou of public care said they needed help badly, that the situation was desperate, that lives could be lost if help wasn't found. They convieniently fogot to mention that it was a day-care for children from dysfunctional famlies.
The floor was crawling with dirty, screaming, crying, pooping, bad tempered, babies. And better yet, they were short-staffed. Being the suger coated way of saying, Raven was all on her own.
A little girl, no older than five, tugged on Raven's cape.
"Miss." She said in an annoying little girl voice, "I gotta go pee pee, and I wanna cookie, an' Cane and Able are be'en mean again, and I really gotta go bad, and my head hurts, and all the cookies are gone, and..."
Raven toned her out as best she could.
*Azar, let me die.* she thought to herself.
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Post by Dick Grayson on Apr 29, 2008 19:12:54 GMT -5
Dick Grayson had heard about Raven and her predicament through the grapevine. Needless to say the detective was tickled pink when he entered the facility and saw Raven almost at her wits end. He wasn't in his Nightwing persona today.
Today he was just plain old everyday Dick Grayson.
"Need a hand", he said with a slightly sinister smile as he too tugged suddenly at Ravens cape. He was pretty good with kids, and he had to take pity on his frustrated friend.
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Post by whiteraven on Apr 29, 2008 19:18:39 GMT -5
Raven glared furiously down at Dick, it took her a second to recognise him being out of costume and all. He tugged her cape in a similar fashion as the girl who hadn't stopped talking to breath yet.
When she did recognise him, though, a tiny bit of her fury melted into relief. Kids loved him, he liked kids, it was a match made in heaven. One that Raven would have happily gotten out of... except she had promised to help out for the afternoon.
"Yah." She said, "a hand would be useful."
On the other side of the room a baby started screaming ferociously. Raven swept out of the child's grip and over to the baby. Picking it up gingerly Raven was hit with the smell of dirty diper. She looked back at Dick helplessly,
"What do I do with it?"
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Post by Dick Grayson on Apr 29, 2008 19:25:50 GMT -5
Dick smiled contagiously as Raven took the time to recognize him. His face minus a domino mask wasn't exactly a common site.
"I figured as much", he said as he patted the head of the little girl who had been annoying Raven.
Dick couldn't help but laugh when a panic-stricked Raven looked back at him with a screaming baby in her arms. He stepped forward and shook his head while smiling.
"You change the diaper, Raye..."
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Post by whiteraven on Apr 29, 2008 19:43:48 GMT -5
Raven glared back at her ever helpful friend before sweeping the child off to one of those little diper changing stations that lined the wall. She lay the squalling baby down gingerly and began to carefully change the diper.
"Not what I signed up for," She muttered under her breath, "Not what I signed up for, not what I signed up for!"
But in the end she got the baby's diper changed, gave it a pacifier, and left it happily cooing on the floor. She looked over to see the girl looking adoringly up at Nightwing, telling him all about her large collection of Cabbige Patch Dolls.
"Better you than me." She muttered when she walked past him to get more dipers. Seriously, what were babies but poop machines and breachers of the hoover dam? Another chorus of wails filled the air and raven shuddered, she could feel a headache coming on.
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Post by Dick Grayson on Apr 29, 2008 19:57:27 GMT -5
Dick leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and a toothy little grin on his face. This was quite a comedic turn of events. He nodded carefully as the little girls told her all about her fascinating life. It was quite easy to make a child think you're paying attention.
"I'm not having and problem here", Dick said with a tiny laugh as he gathered a group of children together and set them to playing Duck, Duck, Goose.
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Post by whiteraven on Apr 30, 2008 15:54:25 GMT -5
Raven made a face at Nightwing's back as he set the willing kids to playing a game, duck duck goose or something.
"Show-off." She called, handing a couple of kids carrot sticks and apple slices to keep them occupied. "How come they'll do anything for you?" She rolled her eyes, "Aside from your dashing, heroic demenor of course."
Two boys, probably six or seven, started fighting in the far corner of the room. Raven rushed over and pulled the two apart, talking quietly to each one before sending them to opposite corner of the room.
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