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"And you're just telling us NOW?"
"That seems like pretty pertinent information!!" Sam and Tucker clamored over each other, staring at Ellie with wide eyes, snack wrappers and their general cleanup utterly forgotten.
Ellie glared at them before pointedly side eyeing the train car, where a handful of sleepy train passengers were glaring at the kids sudden outbursts. "Can we not right now?" She hissed, ducking her head some to try and avoid further scrutiny. "The last thing we need right now is attention. ...Plus, we have to figure out if we need to discreetly shove this one," she pointed at Danny's head where he was slumped, drooling all over her shoulder, "...ew... anyways, this one, back into the soup or if we can get him to be lucid enough to get a taxi."
"I vote for the soup." Tucker said, seemingly getting over the shock of learning where exactly that taxi was going to take them. At least he was, before pausing halfway through putting his computer up. "...Holy shit. Tim Drake lives there. Holy shiiiittttt... Sam. Sam. Sam. Half of my computer parts were designed by him. Sam."
"Huh?" She blinked, looking over to him from where she had been staring blankly, "...Yeah I know, you're a nerd." She rolled her eyes at him before throwing a wrapper at his face. "Now clean, nerd."
Ignoring the immature tongue sticking out at her as Tucker went to finish cleaning up, Sam went back to watching Danny, zoning out some again in thought. "It might be better for him to be out and absorbing more ecto... but there is the wound to worry about..." She muttered under her breath, mulling over what to do. "I know you said we can trust this Alfred guy Ellie, but what about the Waynes? Not to mention they might recognize me from, eugh, those awful galas. And trust me we do not want them telling my mom. Nevermind the fact we're on the run, her shrill scream will have everyone up our ass."
"Well;"
"There's no way they'll recognize you without all the pink and bows Sam. Also, why the H haven't you ever invited me!? I could have gotten an exclusive interview with Tim!" Tucker looked up from his bag, cutting Ellie off.
"I mean;"
"You know my mom would never let you come, she barely lets me hang out with you guys as it is! ...And now she definitely won't ever let me near you guys if she finds out." Sam cut her off, glaring at Tucker. "Besides, you can interview him later when we get there. If things go well."
"Oh yeah;" Ellie cut in before Tucker could go on another long rant about the advancements and technobabble of Wayne Enterprises high end tech and their creator.
"Guys! I swear. It's like talking to two rambunctious yorkies."
"Yorkies?" Tucker muttered, insulted, earning a glare from Ellie.
"I don't know if you two doofuses have noticed, but we're here." She pointed around to people slowly getting up and grabbing their bags. Gotham was the final stop for the train thankfully, so they hadn't missed it. They'd been slowly loosing people as the train continued, with a vast majority getting off in Metropolis.
"...oh."
"So... soup?"
Ellie shook her head, "There's too many people around. I mean, Gotham's pretty weird, but we don't want to attract attention. Besides, do you want him to be souped when we're on Wayne property? It's not like we can let him out in the taxi."
Tucker snorted at that, imagining the poor taxi drivers face.
"Well, I guess we should get him up then..."
They stared at their blissfully unaware friend, wincing at the thought of trying to get him up. Unsouping and getting him to sit on the train was hard enough, though it had been worth it for him to rest and get some much needed energy. They've all heard the stories of how cramped being souped was, and they didn't want to put him through any unneeded stress if they could help it.
"Should I give him a swirlie then?"
"ELLIE!?"
"NO?!"