[ Dick nods once to Bruce and quickly sweeps the room to once again take count of the exits (one into a service hallway, a few large operable windows that'll be too obvious to escape through, another into an alley, and a fire exit directly outside, hidden beneath thick drapery).
he'll post himself toward the entry into the room, and he starts to step away before a last note to Bruce. ]
Don't be shy to call for help if you need me, okay?
[ He spares Dick a wry smile before slipping away into the crowd to catch the woman before she could make a break for an exit. She likely did not want to draw too much attention to herself, considering she took the tether and did not bother to report what she'd found to Luthor or his security.
Luthor must have something she wants as much as Bruce does.
When he catches up with her, he pulls her in close, tucks her hand under his arm as they walk together and they speak in low hushed tones. She smiled at him and offered him... nothing before turning to make her way to the exit where Dick's set up.
He taps the ear piece to open the comm line with Dick. ]
[ Dick watches the exchange from the corner of his eye, noticing that smooth way Bruce always has about him in this role, the natural way he just sets her arm in the crook of his and dips his head so gracefully to speak.
Dick turns before Bruce’s voice is even in his ear and his posture sharpens just a little more than before. he’s bracing for something, but she walks right up to him like it’s nothing, so poised and composed with the faintest smile on her lips. she stops just close enough to reach both him and the comm. ]
You’re quite good at your job.
[ the words catch Dick off guard for how smoothly she says it, just as an observation, not a compliment. before he can respond, she steps in closer, brushes past with practiced ease and slips something into his palm. he spares but a glance down, but when he looks up again, she’s gone.
he blinks and darts to the door as it shuts behind her, pushing through only to catch the glimpse of her dress and heel disappearing into a black car.
fuck. ]
She’s gone, Bruce.
[ he turns over his hand. a card. ]
I think I got her number, though.
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[ He could hear her voice in through the comm and knew the second she opened her mouth they'd lost her. Damnit. He would never have another opportunity like this. If they didn't recover that drive, his lead on the White Portuguese would dry up.
He glances back at the party, at the stairs leading to the server room. It'd been a risk the first time. A second attempt wouldn't be wise. It would take too much time. He would have to come back with the suit. Alfred is in his ear telling him as much. Their only chance would be to find that woman.
He slips back into the crowd, cutting through smoothly until he's close to Dick again. ]
[ damnit. tension pulls through Dick's jaw as Bruce approaches him, weaving through like crowd like it's not there at all. to anyone else, Bruce's displeasure might be invisible, but Dick sees it loud and clear.
he tucks the card into the pocket of his pressed trousers, folding in his hand after it. ]
I couldn't stop her. [ the apology hangs just on his tongue. ] Do you know her? How'd she pull that by both of us?
[ It wasn't Dick's fault. Not really. He wasn't trying to blame him. There'd just been something about that woman. Something Bruce hadn't quite figured out and it intrigued him. ]
No. I've never seen her before.
[ As for how she pulled this off? Bruce didn't have an answer. Frustratingly enough. ]
[ Dick doesn’t say anything to that. Bruce is clearly intrigued, he would recognize that frustrated curiosity anywhere.
and Dick isn’t sure how to really feel about it.
the car rolls up and they slip into the vehicle. Dick is already running footage on his device, pulling camera angles with Bruce watching over his shoulders until he facial recognition catches onto something. ]
[ They leave the party and Bruce doesn't have much to say. He's glad to be out of there and he begins pulling his tie free the second they're out of sight of the other partygoers.
Dick gets his attention and watches him as he runs through the security footage. He sees the woman through it all and watches her as she takes the tether and puts it in her purse. He sees her when she locks eyes with him and then makes her way toward the exit. It annoys him greatly.
He's glad there's a hit in the facial recognition software. ]
Diana Prince. She's a curator at the Louvre. There's going to be a showing at the Gotham Museum in a few weeks. I wonder if our mystery woman will make an appearance.
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he'll post himself toward the entry into the room, and he starts to step away before a last note to Bruce. ]
Don't be shy to call for help if you need me, okay?
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Luthor must have something she wants as much as Bruce does.
When he catches up with her, he pulls her in close, tucks her hand under his arm as they walk together and they speak in low hushed tones. She smiled at him and offered him... nothing before turning to make her way to the exit where Dick's set up.
He taps the ear piece to open the comm line with Dick. ]
She's heading your way. She still has the tether.
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Dick turns before Bruce’s voice is even in his ear and his posture sharpens just a little more than before. he’s bracing for something, but she walks right up to him like it’s nothing, so poised and composed with the faintest smile on her lips. she stops just close enough to reach both him and the comm. ]
You’re quite good at your job.
[ the words catch Dick off guard for how smoothly she says it, just as an observation, not a compliment. before he can respond, she steps in closer, brushes past with practiced ease and slips something into his palm. he spares but a glance down, but when he looks up again, she’s gone.
he blinks and darts to the door as it shuts behind her, pushing through only to catch the glimpse of her dress and heel disappearing into a black car.
fuck. ]
She’s gone, Bruce.
[ he turns over his hand. a card. ]
I think I got her number, though.
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He glances back at the party, at the stairs leading to the server room. It'd been a risk the first time. A second attempt wouldn't be wise. It would take too much time. He would have to come back with the suit. Alfred is in his ear telling him as much. Their only chance would be to find that woman.
He slips back into the crowd, cutting through smoothly until he's close to Dick again. ]
Let's go. I want to look at that card.
[ But not here. Back at the cave. ]
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he tucks the card into the pocket of his pressed trousers, folding in his hand after it. ]
I couldn't stop her. [ the apology hangs just on his tongue. ] Do you know her? How'd she pull that by both of us?
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No. I've never seen her before.
[ As for how she pulled this off? Bruce didn't have an answer. Frustratingly enough. ]
But, I'll figure her out.
Oops totally lost this one
and Dick isn’t sure how to really feel about it.
the car rolls up and they slip into the vehicle. Dick is already running footage on his device, pulling camera angles with Bruce watching over his shoulders until he facial recognition catches onto something. ]
Here we go.
[ he looks up at Bruce to catch his reaction. ]
No worries!
Dick gets his attention and watches him as he runs through the security footage. He sees the woman through it all and watches her as she takes the tether and puts it in her purse. He sees her when she locks eyes with him and then makes her way toward the exit. It annoys him greatly.
He's glad there's a hit in the facial recognition software. ]
Diana Prince. She's a curator at the Louvre. There's going to be a showing at the Gotham Museum in a few weeks. I wonder if our mystery woman will make an appearance.