A very spiritual meeting and questions

“Day two of being a woman,” Dixie muttered as she got ready for the gym.

Her dream had been of meeting Jason for the first time, how he acted like a little shit, and was hitting on her. Clearly it was a memory from Dixie’s time line. Dixie also looked at the things on her bathroom’s vanity mirror and recognized more and more of them. She shook her head.

*

Dixie had done her exercises and had breakfast, then dressed in the outfit that Alfred had laid out for her, at Bruce’s request and then went to join Bruce in the office. Dressed in a white turtleneck, ankle length circle skirt, and some sandals, making a modest look for her.

“Ah, come in… You know my ward Dixie Grayson?” Bruce called, “Dixie, this is Mr Chaim Lavon of the Herzliyya international school.”

“Hello,” the man held out his hand for Dixie.

Dixie shook his hand while looking him up and down. He was clean shaven, but with long black hair, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, a Tzitzit, black shoes and a black kippah. His had a look of wisdom in his brown eyes and power in his muscular frame.

“Hello,” Dixie smiled and shook his hands.

“Let’s have a seat,” Bruce said, “The Wayne Foundation will be giving the school a sizable grant.”

“Ah, good,” Mr Lavon smiled as he sat down and pulled a scroll out of his bag, “Sorry, wrong item.”

He kissed the scroll and put it back into his bag and then pulled out a bound journal with a similar spine to the scroll’s cover.

“Here is the most recent IDF briefings on the League,” Mr Lavon.

“Thank you,” Bruce reached over and took the bound journal before passing it to Dixie.

Alfred came in with a rolling cart and a white with a light blue trimmed tea set.

“Tea?” Alfred said, “I have even gotten out the special Kosher Set.”

“Thank you, but sadly it is a fasting day, so I can only drink water,” Mr Lavon smiled.

Alfred paused for a second, then smiled.

“No problem at all, let me get a fresh pitcher,” Alfred smiled.

Everyone was silent as Alfred walked out of the room.

“He is not ok with that, is he?” Mr Lavon said.

“He may try to kill you,” Dixie noted.

“Well, the thing about powers from a covenant with the Lord,” Mr Lavon said, “I have to obey all of the laws of the covenant, or I lose my powers until the next Yom Kippur.”

There was a knock at the door. Dixie and Bruce turned to see who it was. Cassie stood with the door open.

“Dixie, Help? Please?” Cassie muttered quietly.

Mr Lavon furrowed his eyebrows at the half Chinese Girl.

“It is alright,” Bruce smiled, “Cassandra is another ward, she was doing field operations before I took her in. She has my complete trust.”

“Miss Cassandra,” Mr Lavon smiled and nodded at the girl.

Cassie waved back. Dixie got up and went to hand the book back to Bruce.

“Take it to Tim and have him scan it in as is,” Bruce said, “I will read it later. See how off the translator programs are from the written text.”

*

Dixie sat with Cassie working on her Black Bat utility belt. It wasn’t that she really needed help, but it was clear that Bruce had asked her to ask Dixie for help so Bruce would have an excuse to speak with Mr. Lavon alone. Lucius Fox had secured a slightly newer armor that was lighter and thinner that the previous generation, so Dixie, Cassie, Stephanie and Barbara would need to adjust their belts slightly as well. Cassie was jumping up and down as the elevator opened.

“Ah, how is it now?” Bruce asked exiting the elevator.

Cassie gave two thumbs up and smiled.

“Why don’t you go shake your ass in front of Tim, I am sure he needs a distraction,” Dixie pointed at the boy in the Zogger cage.

Cassie’s smile took on a naughty glint as she strutted off. Bruce arched an eyebrow as he walked over towards Dixie.

“So, I am hoping you are going to let me in on what that was about and who that actual was,” Dixie said.

“The point was Dick nor Dixie had ever met Chaim in person,” Bruce said, “He knows Robin and Nightwing by reputation, but never met you in person either. Besides the charitable work and passing of info, this meeting was to see how he would react and if he had memories of you not being you.”

“I am still confused on a few things, like how do we know this guy?” Dixie asked.

“He is Seraph,” Bruce said.

“Seraph… Seraph… Wait, Global Guardians? The Jewish SHAZAM guy?” Dixie asked, the memories sparking, “Mose’s Mace, Soloman’s Seal, David’s Yamaka and all that?”

“I don’t think he would like that comparison, but yes,” Bruce said.

“How do you know him?” Dixie asked.

“I worked with him on a few occasions,” Bruce said, “Ra’s people recruit a lot of folks out of the Palestinian camps in the neighboring countries so there is a lot of hostility in the League towards Israel. A few times when I went in to investigate them, I had to work with Chaim.”

“Did he throw you a BAT-mitzfa?” Dixie asked unable to resist the pun.

“Do hand stand push ups,” Bruce groaned, “Now as far as your condition, he had nothing to say about it and didn’t seem to have any memories of Dick Grayson…”

Dixie got out of the chair and went to a hand stand and realized her skirt was now covering her face instead of her panties.

“Get going, I have seen a lot more from way too many people and you know it,” Bruce said as he went to his seat by the Computer Terminal, “He did have a few concerns he raised about your recent appearances in Vogue and Cosmopolitan Magazine.”

“I was in Cosmo?” Dixie snapped with excitement.

“Yes it seems you and Selina appeared together to advocate for the more general use of Latex Clothing by women,” Bruce sighed, “And Chaim being a very conservative man did not approve.”

Dixie did one pushup and tried to think of the wittiest response.

“Don’t bother, do three more,” Bruce said, “If we extrapolate, the people you have worked with will realize you are not the previous you, but others on the fringe who haven’t worked with you prior, will not even consider it.”

*

Dixie leaned over the railing over looking Gotham City Center from the platform of the Wayne Clock Tower. She felt Barbara come up behind her and wrap her arms around her in a warm hug.

“What are you thinking about?” Barbara asked.

“Not much, just wondering,” Dixie said.

“What are you wondering?” Barbara asked.

“If I could go back, should I go back?” Dixie mused.

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Barbara said.

“I just wish I could speak with Hera, Zues, Deadman’s boss or someone who knows what is going on beyond our world to let me know what the fuck and why the fuck this is happening,” Dixie said, “And who was that bold and silver woman.”