Silence is the New Riddle

【17】

Ridley's P.O.V.

I had been so tired from my excursion and what had happened that I completely ignored Selina's worried fussing and Jon's lecturing, walking right past them and upstairs to my room where I promptly passed out.

I didn't wake up until well into the afternoon the next day. Yawning, I wandered over to one of the trash bags and pulled out a shirt that said "You know what's odd? Numbers not divisible by 2". Digging out a pair of yoga pants, I put my clothes on before heading downstairs. I made a mental note to unpack my things later.

Entering the kitchen, I saw Edward and Jon standing by the stove. For once they weren't arguing. I didn't see Selina anywhere, so I assumed that she either wasn't coming by today or she got caught up in something.

"Good after- Oh, I like the shirt," Edward smirked when he saw what was on my shirt.

"Huh?" Jon said, peering over at me. He read my shirt and frowned, "I don't get it."

"Of course you don't." Edward snorted.

I gave him a shy smile before going over to the refrigerator and opening it. Calling the Rogues by the names they were known as had been a barrier between me and them in a psychological sense. Now with that gone, I worried about what would happen. I would most definitely get closer to them, but was it such a bad thing? To some, it might be.

Grabbing a container of mixed fruit, I shut the refrigerator door and sat down at the small wooden table in the middle of the room. I'd never been much of a big eater, and only ate a lot when I was with Bruce because both he and Alfred would bug me about it. Picking up a strawberry, I popped it into my mouth and started chewing.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" Edward asked. "Wouldn't you like some toast or something?"

I'm fine, I signed, my mouth still full. Ah, one of the many upsides of sign language.

Edward looked doubtful but didn't say anything else about it.

"Edward filled me in on what happened yesterday, at least from his perspective," Jon said leaning forward on the counter. "So tell me, how was your little bit of freedom?"

"In no way was Jon implying that you won't be able to go out in the future," Edward added hastily, glaring at Jon.

Jon rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to know what she did before you found her that's all!"

Nothing much. I signed before eating a grape. I ran, literally, into someone, or rather they ran into me.

"Someone ran into her." Edward translated.

"Who was that?" Jon asked, looking semi-interested.

The commissioner's daughter.

Jon looked at Edward for translation.

"She ran into the Barbara Gordon."

"You ran into Barbara Gordon?" Jon asked in disbelief. "How'd she not recognize you? She's heading your case!"

I know that. I signed. She told me. Obviously, I was lucky she didn't recognize me or I wouldn't be here right now.

Edward translated for Jon and he rolled his eyes again.

"Obviously I know that! Do I look stupid to you?"

Yes.

Edward chuckled before asking me a question: "She dragged you into a coffee shop. What did you two talk about?"