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It hasn't been an exceptionally busy night. Robin's stopped a couple muggings, a robbery, and even returned a runaway dog to his owner, and "he" is now considering having one more loop around this section of the city before turning in for the night. Which would have been a perfectly nice and doable idea if it wasn't for the fact that the city just stopped being Gotham. She's ground-level in a much smaller city instead, surrounded by people who apparently have not noticed or do not care that a Robin just popped into existence.

Someone walks through her while she's trying to get ahold of Oracle or Bruce or Alfred or anyone, without even apparently noticing, which is. Fine. It's not like that's a recurring nightmare or anything. Tim's just going to start looking for anything she can use to gather some information about what's going on and where she is, dodging anyone in her path because no, she has no desire to be walked through like a ghost again, thank you.

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"That's a very good idea, we are usually supposed to do these sorts of things quickly." Honey agreed checking her phone once more. This time it was silent and she smiled in appreciation.

"The bloggers have been calling our team "Big Hero 6" though I'm not sure what inspired it other then our being heroic and having six of us. We'd only just barely started defending the city before I came here to join the effort."

Walking and talking, two of Honey's favorite not science related things. They turned onto the street and she let out a little squeak as a pair of children ran through her obliviously.

"Ahem...anyway a member of my team came here with me but she's been sent back which happens it seems. Meanwhile another friend of mine who is the older brother of our team leader appeared which was...well a miracle."

She would however refrain from explaining exactly why it was that. That was Tadashi's story to tell.

"How do you two know each other?" She added and then corrected herself "Or at least your universes versions of one another?"

Your universe's versions of each other. That would make sense. Tim spares a moment to wonder if Cassie's Tim is actually male or just never got around to explaining. Hopefully the former. The latter's a little awkward and wouldn't bode well for their friendship.

"A mutual friend, initially, but we've been on various teams together for a while." And she did not miss that, Cass. "Anyone I already know, or am I about to be introduced to these childhood myths in person?"

"When we started working together, I was fourteen and wearing a wig and goggles to hide my identity," Cassie says with a chuckle as she drifts between Honey Lemon and Robin. This Robin probably doesn't like being surprised in front of strangers any more than the one back home.

"Little of both," she says. "Bunny and Jack are there, but so is mostly everyone else. But Nightwing's there too, a couple of members of the Legion of Superheroes, and a version of Superman. Harley Quinn's on our side, too." She takes a deep breath to center herself and lets it out, glancing over at Robin. "And Superboy."

Surprise?

The sled came into sight exactly where they'd left it and from the sounds of that last part, Superboy must have some significance to the two of them.

Part of being a good friend is knowing when to talk and when to fall silent, so as Honey reaches the sled she politely makes a point to look at her phone in case this is something that needs discussion.

Surprise.

She's absent-mindedly cataloging the list of names at first. Legionnaires, Superman, Dick, those will all be helpful. Harley Quinn less so. And. And.

"He's alive? He's here?"

"Yes," Cassie says simply. "From his and my perspective, he's been back awhile. Kid Flash too, though he hasn't shown up here yet."

They might not be this Robin's Kon and Bart, but if they came back, hers (his?) might come back too.

"Oh gosh." Honey could help herself looking surprised.

"I had no idea he'd...died." She honestly felt a little guilty having not heard that with how much she tried to socialize.

"I mean I knew that...there were others." She had to catch herself from saying his name out loud and outing Tadashi as a member of the recently deceased.

"Does that sort of thing happen often in your world? Superheroes coming back from the dead?" She had an inkling it might if only through memories she had of Fred telling her about the entire history of some of his favorite comic book characters.

"Sometimes. Not everyone," she says, sounding a little far-away. Kon and Bart are alive. There's no way she's going to let herself react to that in the presence of someone she doesn't even know. Her face smooths out under the mask, shifting back into Robin mode.

The sled is also a helpful distraction.

If Cassie had known that the new arrival was a Robin (even a variation on the Robin she knows), she'd have snagged Nightwing or Superboy instead of Honey Lemon for just that reason.

She hops into the driver's seat again, gathering the reigns up in her hands.

"It's not really something we talked about much," she says to Honey Lemon. "Like I said, from his and my perspective, he's been back awhile. And like Robin said, it happens, but there's no guarantee."

She glances back at Robin. "Better strap in, this thing goes fast. The belts are fresh and new and everything, apparently Santa's used to riding with people who aren't afraid of falling out."

Honey was already making a point to strap herself in. While she had developed a taste for adrenaline and danger since becoming a superhero she was no where near as daring as some of the others.

"Well we're just fortunate then to have this opportunity." She mused in her ceaselessly bubbly way. "I'm sure the sooner we get back the sooner there can be talk and...while that might end up being a little uncomfortable it'll turn out for the best in the long run."

For a scientist, she was putting a lot of that out there on good faith.

Tim accepts the usage of seatbelts gracefully, because she has no desire to fall out of a sleigh. At least, not without a plan in place for not doing at the end (although she does, as always, have her grapple).

"I'll assume you have experience driving."

Is driving the right word? She'll stick with that. And it's probably a better topic right now than talking about people dying.

"Not a lot yet, but it seems to stress the Yeti out less when I take the sleigh instead of flying off on my own," Cassie says, cracking the reigns over the backs of the reindeer. "Yahh!"

'On Dasher, on Dancer' isn't necessary to get things moving, but boy do these reindeer move. Cassie's not the speed-junkie Bart is (no one could be), but she does get a bit of a kick out of being in charge of the flight. They take off almost fast enough to leave the jingling sound of the bells on the harnesses behind.

Wind in her hair Honey can't help but laugh with giddy delight at the sudden rush of speed. She had an adrenaline junkie in her life as well and she thought perhaps she might have caught a bit of the addiction if only by proximity and superheroics.

"We also sometimes travel by magical snow globe portals." She laughed delighted at just how utterly strange her life had become. "I'm still trying to quantify the cells of magical energy it uses."

"Of course you do," Tim mutters. "Because why have a single method of transportation that makes sense?"

All right, that's a little unfair. After all, the first team she was in had the Super-Cycle. God knows that didn't make much sense. "Any luck with it?"

"Better get out your equipment then, Honey Lemon, because we're about to hit portal altitude!"

Cassie gathers the reins in one hand so she can rummage through the bag at her feet with the other. She pulls out a snow globe and gives it a shake, tossing a grin over her shoulder at Robin and Honey Lemon.

"Everybody ready? All right, let's go -- the Pole!"

The snow globe glows in her hand and she pitches it out ahead of them with the excellent form she'd kept up since her days as the star pitcher for the Holliday School For Young Ladies intramural baseball team. It vorps into a hole in reality, surrounded by a glow like the northern lights and showing snow-covered mountains and glaciers on the other side. The reindeer know their home when they see it, and Cassie barely has to steer them into it at all.

On the other side of the portal, she brings the sleigh around to give them a view of the enormous wooden lodge build into the side of a mountain.

"It's not a building shaped like a giant 'T', but it's still pretty cool!" Cassie calls back over her shoulder.

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