More mind games [RP thread for littlegrayson and arkhams_dr]

[gothams_dent]

The black town car drove past rows of neatly kept houses on the outskirts of Gotham City. In the backseat, Harvey Dent looked out the window, watching the scenery but not truly seeing it, lost in his thoughts

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[littlegrayson]

Dick was not a stupid child. Sure, he didn't fully understand some things that the grown-ups around him talked about, but he was smart enough to figure some things out. Like that it was a bad thing when someone who had called every other day, at least, to check on him suddenly didn't call and wasn't around. He also knew that if Mr. Dent were picking him up --it was always Mr. Dent, not Mr. Harvey, unlike where the female ADAs he'd spoke to were concerned--, then bad news was coming

[gothams_dent]

Harvey gave a small smile, intended to reassure. "Afternoon, Dick. How was school?" His tone was easygoing, but more than anything it was buying for time as he figured out just what he was going to say to the boy about Nadine.

[littlegrayson]

"It was okay," he answered. He looked up at the older man. "We had a spelling test today. I think I did pretty good." He still seemed a bit on edge. "I have to have a book report done by Monday."

[gothams_dent]

"Mrs. Tanner said you're a very smart kid," Harvey said. "From what I've seen, I'd have to agree." He paused. "So I'm guessing you know I didn't come to pick you up just to shoot the breeze..."

[arkhams_dr]

"Is there anyone you'd like me to contact?" Dr. Crane keeps a concerned look on his face, has just the right sympathetic tone in his voice. Nadine can trust him; it's almost as though he, too, is a prisoner here.

She knows better than to ask for the authorities, for anyone who can do anything - after all, nobody can help her except for Crane. Her look of gratitude makes that clear, the way she barely whispers the name, the way she adds the heartfelt "thank you" afterwards, under her breath, not meaning for him to hear - the experiment is succeeding far beyond his hopes.

Minutes later, Dick Grayson's phone rings.

[littlegrayson]

Dick looked at the phone, not recognizing the number. Still, it might be Mr. or Mrs. Tanner from another phone. They would probably want to be sure that Harvey had picked him up alright.

He answered the phone. "Hello?"

[arkhams_dr]

"Mr. Grayson?"

[littlegrayson]

A confused expression crossed his features.

"Yea-- Yes, sir." Then, remembering what he'd been taught, even though that was more for the home line than a cell, he supposed it fit. "May I ask who's calling?"