[AND WE'RE BACK. There's been some network stalking (she didn't find much, damn >\) and some careful mental replay of their conversation, and she's got a tentative hold on a strategy.]
[That's how you're gonna play it? Little girl, Griffin has been dodging people interested in his ability since before you could walk, let alone stalk.]
Eh, it serves a purpose. It's not nearly as interesting as your hobby.
Are you seriously trying to blackmail me right now? [Oh no you did not, you little trollop. Paranoid, yes he is. But he also won't take bullying from a preteen girl lying down. ]
You're talking about me having an ability in a town of people full of abilities? Which one do you think is gonna be more damaging, if you let my identity out of if I let out yours?
["A million dollars." "Slavery for a day." "Find me a new Lair, and a nice one." These are all things Griffin is tempted to say at first. But damn if he can't find something familiar in her lifestyle, even though she chose her path and he didn't.]
You're an idiot. Just so you know.
I wasn't going to say anything. I had absolutely no reason to say anything until you shot your mouth off.
I don't know, I don't know you. [IT WAS A JOKE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Further proof that Griffin can't communicate like a normal human being, although he blames it on her being a crazy teenage girl.]
We're square, alright? I'm not someone who goes around blabbing shit just because they can.
[just. huff. she's maybe possibly a tiny bit sensitive about it after unwillingly stalk someone that hardcore, taking a joke isn't high on her list of stuff to do.]
Okay, let me see if I've got this right. You started following me. You spilled your secrets to me. You just attempted to blackmail me, although it was a pretty horrible attempt.
And I'm the untrustworthy one? You really know how to charm people, don't you?
Look, it matters. All it takes is one guy what knows too much handing off one word to the wrong psycho, and I'm dusted.
Not that you'd -- [know what it's like? care? but there's that suggestion about not pissing him off ringing in her mind again. so she settles with a muffled, frustrated little noise and leaves it there.]
[Too late. For the first time in the whole conversation, Griffin is now sufficiently angry.]
Don't get on your high horse and complain to me, alright? You brought this on yourself. You don't have to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. You don't have to be a moron and risk your neck. You choose it. If some wackjob slits your throat in the night, that's no one's fault but your own.
A name that seems pretty fucking important to you, if you're going this far just to keep me quiet. Not to mention what you look like. I've got a good drawing hand, I could post a nice, detailed description of you on the Network right now if I really wanted to.
[A short pause as he lets her stew in that. Then:] Keep your stupid spandex on, I'm not going to tell. What could I possibly gain from that? Seriously, use your head. I couldn't care any less about you if I tried.
If you end up caught or dead, it won't be my fault.
[...Man. At least with Sherlock it was just awkward, but this guy? He could do some damage.
At least Batman isn't here to see her screw things up so bad. Small blessings, right? But she's got nothing, so in a second or two more she'll just end the connection with a sigh and a load of disappointment in herself.]
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So, that ability you got. Seems pretty useful.
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Eh, it serves a purpose. It's not nearly as interesting as your hobby.
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And there's a lot of that around it, too. Subject changes.
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Bottom line-- I'll keep ziplip on it if you keep that to yourself.
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You're talking about me having an ability in a town of people full of abilities? Which one do you think is gonna be more damaging, if you let my identity out of if I let out yours?
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...So what's it gonna take.
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You're an idiot. Just so you know.
I wasn't going to say anything. I had absolutely no reason to say anything until you shot your mouth off.
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So... now that I did?
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Seriously, someone has leverage on you, you don't try to go out of your way to piss them off. No wonder people want to kill you.
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...You don't want anything, then?
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Two, quit stalking me.
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We're square, alright? I'm not someone who goes around blabbing shit just because they can.
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'N how am I gonna trust you on that?
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And I'm the untrustworthy one? You really know how to charm people, don't you?
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Not that you'd -- [know what it's like? care? but there's that suggestion about not pissing him off ringing in her mind again. so she settles with a muffled, frustrated little noise and leaves it there.]
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[Too late. For the first time in the whole conversation, Griffin is now sufficiently angry.]
Don't get on your high horse and complain to me, alright? You brought this on yourself. You don't have to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. You don't have to be a moron and risk your neck. You choose it. If some wackjob slits your throat in the night, that's no one's fault but your own.
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I know. [could she screw this up any worse? prooobably not.]
...Nevermind. Say it, if you gotta. I got other insurance. All you got's a name.
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[A short pause as he lets her stew in that. Then:] Keep your stupid spandex on, I'm not going to tell. What could I possibly gain from that? Seriously, use your head. I couldn't care any less about you if I tried.
If you end up caught or dead, it won't be my fault.
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At least Batman isn't here to see her screw things up so bad. Small blessings, right? But she's got nothing, so in a second or two more she'll just end the connection with a sigh and a load of disappointment in herself.]