off-com logs;
FOR RIVELATA
22/03/09 - Dick & Schrodinger
Takes place after this whilst Schro is en route to Jenny's & Jack's.
Dick: *snugs for the kitty*
Schrodinger: :<
Dick: *ruffles*
Schrodinger: *leans in and sighs*
Dick: No going for the jugular, okay *skritches*
Schrodinger: *closes his eyes and tilts his head*
Dick: I don't see what the problem is. We have a lion for Christ sakes. Do you know how much a Lion needs to eat? ...well, actually you probably do. sighs *skritchskritchskritch*
Schrodinger: *rests his head against Dicks side, quietly* I made Edvard cry.
Dick: Edward? ... the blond kid?
Schrodinger: *shaking his head* the little red head... She is one of mein Unit...
Dick: Oh. *soft laugh* That's the real kick in the shins I was telling you about.
Schrodinger: *nods, but doesn't look up*
Dick: You like her, hah, pal?
Schrodinger: She is mein comrade. ...family...I guess...
Dick: She's just worried about you.
Schrodinger: Jah... It's wery strange...
Dick: What? Strange to believe that someone could care about you?
Schrodinger: ...Jah...
Dick: *chuckle* You're not that bad.
Schrodinger: *looks down at the floor* she said that too...
Dick: The way I look at it? Everyone deserves a family. No matter what you've done or what you might hold yourself accountable for. You gotta remember, you might think that they're better off without you, or that they don't need you, but that's kind of selfish, isn't it? To dictate what someone else doesn't need. *sighs sinking lower into his seat* You can't go through life having everybody hate you, it doesn't work like that. Someone, like Edward, will always come along and throw a spanner in the works.
Schrodinger: *shaking his head, shoulder shaking just a little* Not Edvard. Martel.
Dick: Hm?
Schrodinger: *voice is starting to crack a little* Martel vas... She vas beautiful. Und pure. Und she said I vasn't evil. Und...
Dick: ...What happened?
Schrodinger: *very very very quietly* She died. In the flood.
Dick: *soft* I'm sorry.
Schrodinger: *leans against heavily, wiping at his face NOT CRYING SHUT UP!*
Dick: *Pft. MANLY CODE. it'll never be mentioned!* I didn't realise you'd lost- I mean, you never said anything.
Schrodinger: *shaky laugh* Vhat vas I to say? That the voman I-
Dick: It helps when you can finally say it...
Schrodinger: *doesn't say anything for a long time, just sits there breathing hard*
Schrodinger: *very very quietly* I loved her.
Dick: *nods and gives him a squeezing*
Schrodinger: *breaks down completely, bending double from the force of his crying*
Dick: *gives him a moments space but putting a comforting hand on his back. doesn't say anything because right now there's nothing that can words can do*
Schrodinger: *leans into the touch because he's not used to any of this and he's scared and hurting and Dick's hand on his back is the only thing not scary or painful right now*
Dick: Schodinger... *he's not expecting a response he's just...being there* It's alright. Let it out. *makes bigger soothing circles on his back*
Schrodinger: *turns without really thinking, all he's really concerned about is getting away from the fear and the pain, so he goes back to leaning heavily against Dick, his face hidden against his shoulder*
Dick: *initially he's a bit taken aback, but quickly it goes, and he wraps his arms around Schrodinger*
Schrodinger: *he's still scared and he's still hurt, but the sobbing is coming a bit easier* I'm scared.
Dick: *he's curious but he keep it out of his tone* What of?
Schrodinger: *he doesn't look up but he gestures a bit with his hands* Of this. Of vhat's happening to me. It's scary. *more softly* It hurts.
Dick: *soft amused sigh* You're grieving. It will hurt.
Schrodinger: Vhy?
Dick: *pauses - how to explain this without sounding like you were stating the obvious* You've lost someone you care about. It's a pain that won't really ever go away, but it gets easier with time. I promise.
Schrodinger: *pressing a hand to the approximate location where he is FAIRLY certain the Dok put his heart* Vhy can't it be gone now?
Dick: I know. But it's a process you have to let yourself go through, so you can remember all of the good things.
Schrodinger: *looks up and no, you don't see tear stains and wet cheeks, what are you talking about* It doesn't hurt all the time, jah?
Dick: *only when you think about it* No. It will get better.
Schrodinger: *leans his head back down to rest against Dick's shoulder, because it feels nice and right now he'll take whatever he can get.* I see. That's good
Dick: *nods and comforts* Just let yourself feel for now.
22/03/09 - Bruce & Dick
Takes place a little after the above log and this thread.
Dick: confining him isn't trusting him.
Dick: it's keeping him captive. He's changed.
Bruce: He can operate under the Queen if he behaves himself.
Bruce: Other killers before him have.
Dick: he has behaved himself.
Dick: He was created for war, Bruce, to kill, but he's- coming to terms with the fact that he can't do that here.
Bruce: What other choice do we have? Let him run free? Galatea is strong, Nightwing. As formidable a woman as I've ever met, and that includes Diana. Her allies are likely no weaker. He's not accustomed to fighting at less than full power. He won't survive.
Dick: Then we offer him our protection. Not imprisonment. And in the meantime we talk to Galatea. I'm sure she's capable of reason.
Bruce: He wheels free, Nightwing. You know his protection can't be maximized under those conditions.
Dick: If we explain the situation to him he might reconsider... *sighs. okay your way might be better* He won't like being cooped up.
Bruce: I'm not forcing him to do this, Dick. The risks are his to take if he doesn't want to do it this way.
Dick: But if you think the Claymores will hunt him down, then it's in his best interests, isn't it? *rhetoric* I'll talk to him.
Bruce: Galatea works for the Queen.
Bruce: Him being in her custody will at least give her pause.
Bruce: If we have to.... If they decide to kill him... we'll break him out.
Dick: We'll have to keep him under 24 hour surveillance.
Bruce: *stares. This is BRUCE. How was that not a GIVEN?*
Dick: *Had to fill the silence by stating the obvious otherwise he might hit something?* I'll take the graveyard watch.
Bruce: That's our busiest time of night.
Bruce: *pause, then, slightly quieter* I'm sure he'll appreciate the company.
Dick: *silent thank you for not going there. then slightly sardonic* It's all part of the job.
01/04/09 - Dick (as a 12 yo Robin) & Jilly (as a 15 yo hooker & addict)
Takes place during the 2 day suddenly!children event.
Robin: *whut. he has no other clothes. he drops his journal down on the table next to Jilly. this is his impersonation of an adult by the way* We need to talk.
Jilly: *had her head on the table on her arms because hellooooo hang over/early withdrawal symptoms. She looks up glaring a bit at Boy Wonder* About what?
Robin: *oh woah hey, you don't look too good* I've been reading through this thing and based on where we woke up... I think we might like... live together. *just putting that out there. no speculation. nope. none at all*
Jilly: *resting her cheek on her palm and raising an eyebrow* And? So what are you, like my pimp?
Robin: *staaaaares. then okay, fixes his face and shakes his head,* That'd kinda be a step in the opposite direction for me, wouldn't it? *sighs8 Okay, look, here *he points to several entries from the both of them* I think we're friends.
Jilly: *that grin that doesn't quite work as a real smile* Yeah I guess it would be, huh? *looks down at the entry* ...Oh... *losing her cool for a minute because what? she did those drawings and a grown up Robin was actually her friend?* So... so what?
Robin: So I'm trusting you with a lot here.
Jilly: *a little annoyed, but hey her head is killing her and she needs a fix or a drink or SOMETHING like yesterday.* Spell it out for me already, Wonder Boy.
Robin: Well *he's 12 okay and Batman hasn't let him interact with girls yet 8| he is however, naturally charming~ |D and to the point -.- * I think there's the possibility that we're going out. Maybe... *edgy* What do you think?
Jilly: *Still a hooker, still used to charm meaning sleaze or the asshole's too rough or won't use a condom, but that IS one heck of a suggestion and she's trying the best she can to mull it over* I dunno... *running a finger lightly over one the sketches the future her supposedly drew* What do you think? Of me, I mean?
Robin: *I did say he was to the point, right?* You need to dry out. *but in a less offensive way, he looks at her with a half smile* From what I've read you're alright. Although... I'm having a hard time believing that's you *shrugs. sorry*
Jilly: *Empty smile* You think you're having a hard time believing it. Christ, kid, try being that person. *She not looking at him, only at the sketches, tracing them, trying to figure out how they came from her hands*
Robin: *yeah, he can only imagine. his older self doesn't seem all that different from how he sees himself now. girl troubles, aside* You okay?
Jilly: *places her hand flat on the drawing, covering it up so she doesn't have to look at it anymore. Million answers come to mind, but the one she gives is simple.* No.
Robin: *tries a reassuring smile, not that she's looking* It's gotta give you hope though, right?
Jilly: *Head down, hand curling into a fist and suddenly she's sweeping the journal off the table and onto the floor.*
Robin: Shoulda seen that coming. *sighs and goes to pick it up* Jilly- I... *he puts the journal down, away, outofherreach!* Things'll get better, you'll see.
Jilly: *head still down, shoulders shaking, but she's not crying* How? How am I supposed to get there? How do I even know that I'm not being used just the fucking same?
Robin: *he packs a mighty punch of believable determination for a lil guy in green knickers* Because I wouldn't let that happen to you.
Jilly: *looking up and standing up and hey bright side, an actual emotional response! Downside it's all anger, confusion and frustration though not at Robin* Why?! Why even fucking bother?! Damn it, Wonder Boy, LOOK AT ME! I'm a fucking whore and a junkie! Do I look like someone worth saving to you?!
Robin: *he might've flinched slightly, but otherwise he just watches her closely, a little wide-eyed. he's pretty sure he didn't sign on for this. and yes, he's aware the question was rhetoric, but still* yeah, you kinda do.
Jilly: *She' back down in the chair, landing heavily with head in her hands becuase she just yelled at some kid who never really did anything to her and everything was just so fucked up and she felt brittle and stretched out*
Jilly: *head still in her hands and not looking up at Robin, talking very very softly and kinda hoping he doesn't hear her* 'm sorry.
Robin: *bat-ears in training?* Forget about it.
Jilly: I wish I could. I really wish I could.
Robin: You know you come out the other side of this somewhere along the line. *smiles and puts a hand on her shoulder*
Jilly: *frustrated sigh* I can't see it, Robin. I mean it. I don't know if I can be that person.
Robin: You obviously get there somehow *ever the optimist* And...Jilly?
Jilly: *looks up, a little tired now that all her anger's gone* Yeah?
Robin: It's Dick.
Jilly: *opens her mouth to make a comment, then stops, hello realization* ...Oh...
Robin: *shrugs and smiles* It'll work out, promise.
Jilly: *really not sure what to do with this kid, talk about a ball of sunshine* Yeah... Sure, Won- Dick...
Robin: Just not in front of other people, yeah? *he hops up on the table. he's a ball of sunshine that does not sit still*
Jilly: *sighing and laying her head back down on the table* Hey, you think we'll remember all of this? I mean when we go back to being the way we're supposed to be?
Robin: I don't know. Maybe. Since we're only getting older. Who knows? *doesn't really think it maters either way* Kinda weird to think I won't be going back to Gotham, though.
Jilly: *not looking at him and not saying that she won't really miss the part of Newford her current self is familiar with, fidgeting and full of awkward* Can you promise me something?
Robin: Sure! *says the boy bundled up in a very tight ball*
Jilly: *ducking her head because this is really freaking ridiculous and she can't seriously be about to say this and what the heck is with this sudden fidgeting* When we go back... to being our normal ages... *Coward. a sigh.* Never mind. It's stupid.
Robin: *untangles his arms and legs and cocks his head at her* No, what? Come on, tell me *he'll bug her until she gives in or goes psycho kinda tone*
Jilly: *Seriously? Okay fine! All at once like a band aid* When we go back to being our normal ages again and we're back to...whatever the hell we were... a couple or whatever, will you hold me? *head-meets-table and not looking up thanks*
Robin: *that's actually not such a strange or awful thing to imagine, coulda been a lot worse. and he's pretty sure he'll manage to keep that promise. whatever they are when they're older. and just to prove it- something to her? he crouches - yup still on the table top - putting one hand on her shoulder and the other on the top of her head.* It's a done deal.
Jilly: *Bright red, she can't even remember a time she blushed like this. And it's so stupid to ask and it probably sounds like such a simple thing, but it's taking a lot not to react badly to the way he's touching her now. But she's keeping this to herself and her head down on the table* Thanks.
Robin: *pet pats her head and moving back to the centre of the table* You're welcome. *then to the edge of the table, then into the air and now he's flipping, then landing. I'd give it a 9/10, personally*
Jilly: *back to the street punk face and any blushing you see is completely in your head! looking up in time to see the flip and the smile it gets is a little closer to having something behind it.* You're a weird kid, Dick.
Robin: *over his shoulder* Guess that makes two of us.
Jilly: *head back to table becuase she's used up all her energy* Who me? No way, I'm a text book case.
Robin: Depends on the subject. *lil smile to show her he's only teasing. oh hey. she looks kinda beat.* Here *detaches his cape and drapes it over her shoulders*
Jilly: It's not a very interesting one. *bit of a surprised twitch when the cap touches her, but then the almost there smile comes back a little* Gee, what a gentleman.
Robin: Who says chivalry's dead? *hops back up on the table. content this time to just sit there and swing his legs* I dunno. I think you're interesting.
Jilly: *settling down with her head on her arms* Not really... There's not that much to me.
Robin: *shrugs. doesn't believe that's the case. at all* if that's what you wanna think.
Jilly: *eyes closed, a sigh* There's hundreds of kids who get screwed over by the system and hundreds of kids who end up on the streets peddling whatever they can to get by or get high. Really, Dick, I'm nothin' special.
Robin: *yeah he's familiar with the system, didn't like it much. the nuns were way cooler* You make it out. That's something.
Jilly: *a sigh* No. Not entirely. I made it out because I ran away. This is where it got me.
Robin: I meant like, eventually. *sunshine smile* Maybe you should write a book or something. Hey you could illustrate it, too.
Jilly: I think not. *eyes closed again, pulling the cape closer around her shoulders*
Robin: You tired? *he scootches a bit nearer*
Jilly: Not really.
Robin: Liar.
Jilly: Mmm.
Robin: *nudges* you'll hurt your back if you sleep like that. Trust me, I know.
Jilly: *turns her head enough so she can look up at Dick without lifiting her head* You make a habit out of sleeping on tables?
Robin: *answering smile~* Bat-Computers
Jilly: *stifling a groan* Bat-Computers. Right. Gotcha.
Robin: *chuckles* in the Bat-Cave, with the Bat-Car and the Bat-copter.
Jilly: *okay, fine have a groan* Yeah, yeah, right on down the line to the Bat-coffe cup.
Robin: Do they make those? *ttly grows up and owns the whole range, right down to Bat-boxers and Bat-handkerchiefs*
Jilly: *Oh god, Dick, you nerd!* I think you're outta luck around here.
Robin: *he's always been Batman's Poster Boy, what can I say?. he laughs* you might be right about that.
Jilly: *bit of a soft, sleepy laugh, reaches out impulsively and ruffles his hair* You really are a weird kid.
Robin: *nflsnglsnlg Robins and Ruffles. and yeah, okay, he'll pretend not to like it and solider on!* we've established that. Now will you get to bed before I have to carry you.
Jilly: Yeah yeah *muttering, but getting up and wandering over to the bedroom*
Robin: *he's waving* G'night!
Jilly: *pause to look over her shoulder and then the almost a smile* Good night, Dick.
05/04/09 - Dick & Tim's inner monologue
Takes place during the 2 day suddenly!your thoughts aren't just your own anymore! event.
Tim: *Running home. Top speed.*
Dick: * at the door with catcher’s mitts at the ready.*
Tim: oh very funny Dick maybe I just oughta skip it and go right past *muttermutter dodging you, slower pace in the house*
Tim: not like I have a ROOM here anymore just gonna be on the roof or something no wait people can see dammit there's gotta be someplace
Dick: Tim. *follows.* Tim. *lil louder* Tim *and catches by the wrist* Calm down. Look, if it's too crowded here, you can come stay with me and Jilly. She already knows about me so- she's probably already done the math, alright?
Tim: leggo leggo like it'd be any better in front of you-- *twisting twisting* I'll deal with it, I'll find a place, s'fine, jus'-- leggo!
Dick: *releases, keeping the mental ow from his face because that wouldn't exactly be very helpful to Tim* Basement?
Tim: ... he probably gets it right it wasn't like I meant- I just can't deal with- he oughta know- there's too much with him and Babs and Cass and-- Yeah.
Tim: *turning running!!* D|
Dick: *let's him go, sympathetically watching his retreating back* Let me know if you need anything!
Tim: *just gonna be curled up in the basement muttering.* >_<
Dick: *Sometime later! Wafts the ever-so tempting pizza smell down the flight of stairs* Figured you might be hungry.
Tim: oh man that smells good almost like home on the really good nights aw hell Thaanks. *strained.*
Dick: Don't worry, I won't ask you how you're holding up. *half-smirk and props the pizza box down beside him*
Tim: too late you might as well have this sucks and why's he gotta care anyway it just makes it *loudly* Appreciate it, Dick.
Dick: *chuckles* Oh boy. There's gonna be a lot of questions tonight. I guess I'll leave you to it, huh?
Tim: it's not funny just go away there's already lots of questions I probably screwed it up on the journal already Schro will figure it out Yeah. just. yeah. if I don't find my journal I'll borrow somebody's, gotta see what I gave away and how I can salvage it
Dick: You didn't screw anything up. And even if you had it's not like anyone would blame you. So don't worry about any of that, okay? And for the record? Schro knows how to keep his mouth shut.
Tim: *curling up, hands over his ears* I always screw something up-- can't trust Schro even if you do-- don't know who ELSE is out there-- don't worry's easy for you to say -- okay deep breaths, calming down, could be worse, right?
Tim: just cover your ears, everything he says you react to, it's always something new and you just gotta redirect, calm down, you can control this, it's just your own stupid mind.
Dick: *very, very hard for him not to want to reach out and reassure him somehow, a hug, a touch, something, but knows this isn't his Tim and he knows he sometimes crosses the line with this one. it's just. hard. to watch.* Tim. Tim *puts his hands over yours and lifts at least one of them from cupping your ear* Eat. Then try and get some sleep.
Tim: oh god he cares he needs to stop that I'll end up liking him better than the one I already know *pulling away!* like I need another Alfred to make sure I get my vegetables I just need to be- okay I don't want to be alone but it's no good I can't pull it together if I keep telling him things-- have to calm down. *hissed breath, getting angry.* This sucks and it's bullshit and I can deal with it. On my own.
Tim: Go away, Dick.
Dick: *the knee-jerk reaction is the answer. tell him he's not trying to replace anyone and that tim can't afford to think that way. that he doesn't think that way, that this is just his mind rambling. it doesn't mean anything. but. this was painful enough for the kid. he didn't need any more aggro. so he stands, taking with him a slice of pizza.* no hard feelings kay, buddy? *and leaves*
Tim: *looong siiiigh, and maybe, faintly, as he leaves, Dick can hear* okay. Okay. ... Oh hey. Pizza.
Dick: *aaand just like those night-terrors of Tim's he witnessed, it'll never be mentioned. ever*
Tim: *... it would be the worst thing ever if he had a nightmare like this.*
Dick: *oh shi- ttly guards the door from ANYONE going down there while Tim's sleepin'*
Tim: *ttly would appreciate it so hard if he knew.*
Dick: *pft. anytime, bro, anytime*
07/04/09 - Bruce & Dick
Takes place after:
Sho: http://community.livejournal.com/rivelata/1426769.html?thread=56255825#t56255825 *sees you*
Belltrap: XD
Belltrap: You know it's true
Sho: the worst part? is him thinking 'batman would WANT me to for the... experience. self awareness. yeah' *facepalm*
Belltrap: FFFF
Sho: 'masturbation for justice!' idk
Bruce: *Bat!facepalm*
Dick: *it didn't happen so he can clearly talk about this unashamedly. or something* oh. like you wouldn't.
Bruce: I didn't.
Dick: *eyebrow*
Bruce: *glares back evenly*
Dick: *matches that. and folds arms*
Bruce: Unlike you, I don't consider that vitally important.
Dick: *oh EYEBROW* No, you'd put it down to science and experimentation.
Bruce: No. I don't need to know. It isn't and won't be relevant to any mission I have to undertake.
Dick: *you know the_dark_cat's Batman and Sons where bitty!batman IS masturbating whilst crying out 'my mission!' ? well. Dick is imagining that.* I thought you were all about being prepared for everything.
Bruce: I am. That doesn't help me prepare better for anything. That just wastes time that could be spent on something more productive.
Dick: *grins* like actually having sex.
Bruce: -_-
Dick: *winnar!*
Bruce: No.
Dick: *pfft Bruce* You know, you might want to do something about that before you get too old.
Bruce: *folds arms* With who? *that's the million dollar question, bucko*
Dick: *you sure raised him well* Someone. Anybody. Nise said it himself; it's a good stress reliever. And if anybody needs... well, it's you.
Bruce: No. It'd make them a target: *and it would hurt Giselle, and, really, he CAN'T do it with her, pretty obviously*
Dick: *that is an awkward thought. thank you for it!* Then have someone as Clark or Bruce Wayne. It never used to be a problem for you.
Bruce: You actually think I slept with any of those women?
Dick: *ngh. childhood trauma, GO!* well, yeah, You must have. The playboy title didn't come from just going up for coffee.
Bruce: Smoke and mirrors. Like the rest of the Bruce Wayne persona.
Dick: *not completely buying it, because that's just- damn. you're lonelier than he thought* So you never slept with any of them?
Bruce: No. Patrol was more important. Still is. *one night of passion would equal how many lives lost?*
Dick: *FHDJSLHFLJ one NIGHT! oh B, a quickie would do ): and Dick is lost for words. this is verging on very uncomfortable!* Bruce. Get laid.
Bruce: *the LOOK. Because it is not his place to tell Bruce that. EVER.*
Dick: *oh he knows. he just- HOW does the man still function?! Dick just shouldn't give advice. ever. especially not about relationships* Or... continue to work yourself to death. Whatever makes you happy.
Bruce: It's not about what makes me happy. You know that.
Dick: *long suffering sigh* I know. But if you were ever going to... *neck rub* We're not in Gotham anymore. I'm not saying you have to stop, just...take an hour off. Have dinner with Giselle. Do something.
Bruce: Giving her hope when we both know I'm emotionally bankrupt would be cruel.
Dick: You know, I think by now she probably gets that, too. ...She's still here though.
Bruce: That's just because it's safer for her here. *Denial IS just a river in Egypt. No. Really. It is.*
Dick: *oh B you need Bat-Slapped* Because she feels safe here. And I wonder why that is.
Bruce: Because there are a number of highly trained martial artists and strategists here.
Dick: ...... *flat stare. srsly. does he want DROWNING in said river?* You know why.
Bruce: ... *Glaaaare. Oh. FINE. Be that way.* .... She wouldn't be happy. Besides, there's the risk she'll never belong again in Andalasia again if we contaminate her too much.
Dick: Would you listen to yourself! Contaminate? You're not a plague, Bruce. *hair.tearing.out.almost*
Bruce: She's a fairytale princess. And I'm about as far from virtuous as our kind comes.
Dick: Our kind? *he knows what you mean, doesn't mean he likes it* So she's fallen for the dark knight instead of prince charming, big deal. She wants you.
Belltrap: Brcue: She doesn't understand what that entails. It wouldn't be what she thinks it would be. *Making decisions for other people? It's what Batman does best.*
Dick: *knows that, also. the frown is for you, B* Why don't you let her make up her own mind?
Bruce: Because what she'd pick would only hurt her in the end.
Dick: That's for her to decide.
Bruce: So I don't have a choice in this, either? *arches eyebrow*
Dick: We both know you'd protect her no matter what. It's a question of whether you really want this or not.
Bruce: *a pause for a long moment* I don't want this for her. This life. She deserves better.
Dick: :\ Yeah, well you can work on those self esteem issues of yours over dinner. Ask her, Bruce.
Bruce: *crosses his arms* No.
Dick: You know, they do a nice linguine down by the water front. Nice place, too.
Bruce: Dick. *Danger, Dick Grayson, danger!*
Dick: I'll swing by on my way to work, get you two a table. Say for about 7?
Bruce: No.
Dick: *shoulder slump* Oh, come on, Bruce. Treat her to something nice, even if it's just as a thank you for doing all the housework around here.
Bruce: *You know, Dick, this would have gone much better if you had started with this tactic from earlier on...* ... Maybe.
Dick: *what can I say? He enjoys their extended chats. also. thank god for that* So table for two at 7, yeah?
Bruce: Maybe isn't yes, Dick. *next week, maybe. Probably.*
Dick: Why? What're you doing tonight? Don't say patrol because I think Tim, Cass and I can manage.
Bruce: You never know when Rogues might show up.
Dick: Oh for the love of- *hand through hair. argh* Just take her to dinner!
Bruce: *Just. Even stare.*
Dick: *exasperated! sigh*
22/03/09 - Dick & Schrodinger
Takes place after this whilst Schro is en route to Jenny's & Jack's.
Dick: *snugs for the kitty*
Schrodinger: :<
Dick: *ruffles*
Schrodinger: *leans in and sighs*
Dick: No going for the jugular, okay *skritches*
Schrodinger: *closes his eyes and tilts his head*
Dick: I don't see what the problem is. We have a lion for Christ sakes. Do you know how much a Lion needs to eat? ...well, actually you probably do. sighs *skritchskritchskritch*
Schrodinger: *rests his head against Dicks side, quietly* I made Edvard cry.
Dick: Edward? ... the blond kid?
Schrodinger: *shaking his head* the little red head... She is one of mein Unit...
Dick: Oh. *soft laugh* That's the real kick in the shins I was telling you about.
Schrodinger: *nods, but doesn't look up*
Dick: You like her, hah, pal?
Schrodinger: She is mein comrade. ...family...I guess...
Dick: She's just worried about you.
Schrodinger: Jah... It's wery strange...
Dick: What? Strange to believe that someone could care about you?
Schrodinger: ...Jah...
Dick: *chuckle* You're not that bad.
Schrodinger: *looks down at the floor* she said that too...
Dick: The way I look at it? Everyone deserves a family. No matter what you've done or what you might hold yourself accountable for. You gotta remember, you might think that they're better off without you, or that they don't need you, but that's kind of selfish, isn't it? To dictate what someone else doesn't need. *sighs sinking lower into his seat* You can't go through life having everybody hate you, it doesn't work like that. Someone, like Edward, will always come along and throw a spanner in the works.
Schrodinger: *shaking his head, shoulder shaking just a little* Not Edvard. Martel.
Dick: Hm?
Schrodinger: *voice is starting to crack a little* Martel vas... She vas beautiful. Und pure. Und she said I vasn't evil. Und...
Dick: ...What happened?
Schrodinger: *very very very quietly* She died. In the flood.
Dick: *soft* I'm sorry.
Schrodinger: *leans against heavily, wiping at his face NOT CRYING SHUT UP!*
Dick: *Pft. MANLY CODE. it'll never be mentioned!* I didn't realise you'd lost- I mean, you never said anything.
Schrodinger: *shaky laugh* Vhat vas I to say? That the voman I-
Dick: It helps when you can finally say it...
Schrodinger: *doesn't say anything for a long time, just sits there breathing hard*
Schrodinger: *very very quietly* I loved her.
Dick: *nods and gives him a squeezing*
Schrodinger: *breaks down completely, bending double from the force of his crying*
Dick: *gives him a moments space but putting a comforting hand on his back. doesn't say anything because right now there's nothing that can words can do*
Schrodinger: *leans into the touch because he's not used to any of this and he's scared and hurting and Dick's hand on his back is the only thing not scary or painful right now*
Dick: Schodinger... *he's not expecting a response he's just...being there* It's alright. Let it out. *makes bigger soothing circles on his back*
Schrodinger: *turns without really thinking, all he's really concerned about is getting away from the fear and the pain, so he goes back to leaning heavily against Dick, his face hidden against his shoulder*
Dick: *initially he's a bit taken aback, but quickly it goes, and he wraps his arms around Schrodinger*
Schrodinger: *he's still scared and he's still hurt, but the sobbing is coming a bit easier* I'm scared.
Dick: *he's curious but he keep it out of his tone* What of?
Schrodinger: *he doesn't look up but he gestures a bit with his hands* Of this. Of vhat's happening to me. It's scary. *more softly* It hurts.
Dick: *soft amused sigh* You're grieving. It will hurt.
Schrodinger: Vhy?
Dick: *pauses - how to explain this without sounding like you were stating the obvious* You've lost someone you care about. It's a pain that won't really ever go away, but it gets easier with time. I promise.
Schrodinger: *pressing a hand to the approximate location where he is FAIRLY certain the Dok put his heart* Vhy can't it be gone now?
Dick: I know. But it's a process you have to let yourself go through, so you can remember all of the good things.
Schrodinger: *looks up and no, you don't see tear stains and wet cheeks, what are you talking about* It doesn't hurt all the time, jah?
Dick: *only when you think about it* No. It will get better.
Schrodinger: *leans his head back down to rest against Dick's shoulder, because it feels nice and right now he'll take whatever he can get.* I see. That's good
Dick: *nods and comforts* Just let yourself feel for now.
22/03/09 - Bruce & Dick
Takes place a little after the above log and this thread.
Dick: confining him isn't trusting him.
Dick: it's keeping him captive. He's changed.
Bruce: He can operate under the Queen if he behaves himself.
Bruce: Other killers before him have.
Dick: he has behaved himself.
Dick: He was created for war, Bruce, to kill, but he's- coming to terms with the fact that he can't do that here.
Bruce: What other choice do we have? Let him run free? Galatea is strong, Nightwing. As formidable a woman as I've ever met, and that includes Diana. Her allies are likely no weaker. He's not accustomed to fighting at less than full power. He won't survive.
Dick: Then we offer him our protection. Not imprisonment. And in the meantime we talk to Galatea. I'm sure she's capable of reason.
Bruce: He wheels free, Nightwing. You know his protection can't be maximized under those conditions.
Dick: If we explain the situation to him he might reconsider... *sighs. okay your way might be better* He won't like being cooped up.
Bruce: I'm not forcing him to do this, Dick. The risks are his to take if he doesn't want to do it this way.
Dick: But if you think the Claymores will hunt him down, then it's in his best interests, isn't it? *rhetoric* I'll talk to him.
Bruce: Galatea works for the Queen.
Bruce: Him being in her custody will at least give her pause.
Bruce: If we have to.... If they decide to kill him... we'll break him out.
Dick: We'll have to keep him under 24 hour surveillance.
Bruce: *stares. This is BRUCE. How was that not a GIVEN?*
Dick: *Had to fill the silence by stating the obvious otherwise he might hit something?* I'll take the graveyard watch.
Bruce: That's our busiest time of night.
Bruce: *pause, then, slightly quieter* I'm sure he'll appreciate the company.
Dick: *silent thank you for not going there. then slightly sardonic* It's all part of the job.
01/04/09 - Dick (as a 12 yo Robin) & Jilly (as a 15 yo hooker & addict)
Takes place during the 2 day suddenly!children event.
Robin: *whut. he has no other clothes. he drops his journal down on the table next to Jilly. this is his impersonation of an adult by the way* We need to talk.
Jilly: *had her head on the table on her arms because hellooooo hang over/early withdrawal symptoms. She looks up glaring a bit at Boy Wonder* About what?
Robin: *oh woah hey, you don't look too good* I've been reading through this thing and based on where we woke up... I think we might like... live together. *just putting that out there. no speculation. nope. none at all*
Jilly: *resting her cheek on her palm and raising an eyebrow* And? So what are you, like my pimp?
Robin: *staaaaares. then okay, fixes his face and shakes his head,* That'd kinda be a step in the opposite direction for me, wouldn't it? *sighs8 Okay, look, here *he points to several entries from the both of them* I think we're friends.
Jilly: *that grin that doesn't quite work as a real smile* Yeah I guess it would be, huh? *looks down at the entry* ...Oh... *losing her cool for a minute because what? she did those drawings and a grown up Robin was actually her friend?* So... so what?
Robin: So I'm trusting you with a lot here.
Jilly: *a little annoyed, but hey her head is killing her and she needs a fix or a drink or SOMETHING like yesterday.* Spell it out for me already, Wonder Boy.
Robin: Well *he's 12 okay and Batman hasn't let him interact with girls yet 8| he is however, naturally charming~ |D and to the point -.- * I think there's the possibility that we're going out. Maybe... *edgy* What do you think?
Jilly: *Still a hooker, still used to charm meaning sleaze or the asshole's too rough or won't use a condom, but that IS one heck of a suggestion and she's trying the best she can to mull it over* I dunno... *running a finger lightly over one the sketches the future her supposedly drew* What do you think? Of me, I mean?
Robin: *I did say he was to the point, right?* You need to dry out. *but in a less offensive way, he looks at her with a half smile* From what I've read you're alright. Although... I'm having a hard time believing that's you *shrugs. sorry*
Jilly: *Empty smile* You think you're having a hard time believing it. Christ, kid, try being that person. *She not looking at him, only at the sketches, tracing them, trying to figure out how they came from her hands*
Robin: *yeah, he can only imagine. his older self doesn't seem all that different from how he sees himself now. girl troubles, aside* You okay?
Jilly: *places her hand flat on the drawing, covering it up so she doesn't have to look at it anymore. Million answers come to mind, but the one she gives is simple.* No.
Robin: *tries a reassuring smile, not that she's looking* It's gotta give you hope though, right?
Jilly: *Head down, hand curling into a fist and suddenly she's sweeping the journal off the table and onto the floor.*
Robin: Shoulda seen that coming. *sighs and goes to pick it up* Jilly- I... *he puts the journal down, away, outofherreach!* Things'll get better, you'll see.
Jilly: *head still down, shoulders shaking, but she's not crying* How? How am I supposed to get there? How do I even know that I'm not being used just the fucking same?
Robin: *he packs a mighty punch of believable determination for a lil guy in green knickers* Because I wouldn't let that happen to you.
Jilly: *looking up and standing up and hey bright side, an actual emotional response! Downside it's all anger, confusion and frustration though not at Robin* Why?! Why even fucking bother?! Damn it, Wonder Boy, LOOK AT ME! I'm a fucking whore and a junkie! Do I look like someone worth saving to you?!
Robin: *he might've flinched slightly, but otherwise he just watches her closely, a little wide-eyed. he's pretty sure he didn't sign on for this. and yes, he's aware the question was rhetoric, but still* yeah, you kinda do.
Jilly: *She' back down in the chair, landing heavily with head in her hands becuase she just yelled at some kid who never really did anything to her and everything was just so fucked up and she felt brittle and stretched out*
Jilly: *head still in her hands and not looking up at Robin, talking very very softly and kinda hoping he doesn't hear her* 'm sorry.
Robin: *bat-ears in training?* Forget about it.
Jilly: I wish I could. I really wish I could.
Robin: You know you come out the other side of this somewhere along the line. *smiles and puts a hand on her shoulder*
Jilly: *frustrated sigh* I can't see it, Robin. I mean it. I don't know if I can be that person.
Robin: You obviously get there somehow *ever the optimist* And...Jilly?
Jilly: *looks up, a little tired now that all her anger's gone* Yeah?
Robin: It's Dick.
Jilly: *opens her mouth to make a comment, then stops, hello realization* ...Oh...
Robin: *shrugs and smiles* It'll work out, promise.
Jilly: *really not sure what to do with this kid, talk about a ball of sunshine* Yeah... Sure, Won- Dick...
Robin: Just not in front of other people, yeah? *he hops up on the table. he's a ball of sunshine that does not sit still*
Jilly: *sighing and laying her head back down on the table* Hey, you think we'll remember all of this? I mean when we go back to being the way we're supposed to be?
Robin: I don't know. Maybe. Since we're only getting older. Who knows? *doesn't really think it maters either way* Kinda weird to think I won't be going back to Gotham, though.
Jilly: *not looking at him and not saying that she won't really miss the part of Newford her current self is familiar with, fidgeting and full of awkward* Can you promise me something?
Robin: Sure! *says the boy bundled up in a very tight ball*
Jilly: *ducking her head because this is really freaking ridiculous and she can't seriously be about to say this and what the heck is with this sudden fidgeting* When we go back... to being our normal ages... *Coward. a sigh.* Never mind. It's stupid.
Robin: *untangles his arms and legs and cocks his head at her* No, what? Come on, tell me *he'll bug her until she gives in or goes psycho kinda tone*
Jilly: *Seriously? Okay fine! All at once like a band aid* When we go back to being our normal ages again and we're back to...whatever the hell we were... a couple or whatever, will you hold me? *head-meets-table and not looking up thanks*
Robin: *that's actually not such a strange or awful thing to imagine, coulda been a lot worse. and he's pretty sure he'll manage to keep that promise. whatever they are when they're older. and just to prove it- something to her? he crouches - yup still on the table top - putting one hand on her shoulder and the other on the top of her head.* It's a done deal.
Jilly: *Bright red, she can't even remember a time she blushed like this. And it's so stupid to ask and it probably sounds like such a simple thing, but it's taking a lot not to react badly to the way he's touching her now. But she's keeping this to herself and her head down on the table* Thanks.
Robin: *pet pats her head and moving back to the centre of the table* You're welcome. *then to the edge of the table, then into the air and now he's flipping, then landing. I'd give it a 9/10, personally*
Jilly: *back to the street punk face and any blushing you see is completely in your head! looking up in time to see the flip and the smile it gets is a little closer to having something behind it.* You're a weird kid, Dick.
Robin: *over his shoulder* Guess that makes two of us.
Jilly: *head back to table becuase she's used up all her energy* Who me? No way, I'm a text book case.
Robin: Depends on the subject. *lil smile to show her he's only teasing. oh hey. she looks kinda beat.* Here *detaches his cape and drapes it over her shoulders*
Jilly: It's not a very interesting one. *bit of a surprised twitch when the cap touches her, but then the almost there smile comes back a little* Gee, what a gentleman.
Robin: Who says chivalry's dead? *hops back up on the table. content this time to just sit there and swing his legs* I dunno. I think you're interesting.
Jilly: *settling down with her head on her arms* Not really... There's not that much to me.
Robin: *shrugs. doesn't believe that's the case. at all* if that's what you wanna think.
Jilly: *eyes closed, a sigh* There's hundreds of kids who get screwed over by the system and hundreds of kids who end up on the streets peddling whatever they can to get by or get high. Really, Dick, I'm nothin' special.
Robin: *yeah he's familiar with the system, didn't like it much. the nuns were way cooler* You make it out. That's something.
Jilly: *a sigh* No. Not entirely. I made it out because I ran away. This is where it got me.
Robin: I meant like, eventually. *sunshine smile* Maybe you should write a book or something. Hey you could illustrate it, too.
Jilly: I think not. *eyes closed again, pulling the cape closer around her shoulders*
Robin: You tired? *he scootches a bit nearer*
Jilly: Not really.
Robin: Liar.
Jilly: Mmm.
Robin: *nudges* you'll hurt your back if you sleep like that. Trust me, I know.
Jilly: *turns her head enough so she can look up at Dick without lifiting her head* You make a habit out of sleeping on tables?
Robin: *answering smile~* Bat-Computers
Jilly: *stifling a groan* Bat-Computers. Right. Gotcha.
Robin: *chuckles* in the Bat-Cave, with the Bat-Car and the Bat-copter.
Jilly: *okay, fine have a groan* Yeah, yeah, right on down the line to the Bat-coffe cup.
Robin: Do they make those? *ttly grows up and owns the whole range, right down to Bat-boxers and Bat-handkerchiefs*
Jilly: *Oh god, Dick, you nerd!* I think you're outta luck around here.
Robin: *he's always been Batman's Poster Boy, what can I say?. he laughs* you might be right about that.
Jilly: *bit of a soft, sleepy laugh, reaches out impulsively and ruffles his hair* You really are a weird kid.
Robin: *nflsnglsnlg Robins and Ruffles. and yeah, okay, he'll pretend not to like it and solider on!* we've established that. Now will you get to bed before I have to carry you.
Jilly: Yeah yeah *muttering, but getting up and wandering over to the bedroom*
Robin: *he's waving* G'night!
Jilly: *pause to look over her shoulder and then the almost a smile* Good night, Dick.
05/04/09 - Dick & Tim's inner monologue
Takes place during the 2 day suddenly!your thoughts aren't just your own anymore! event.
Tim: *Running home. Top speed.*
Dick: * at the door with catcher’s mitts at the ready.*
Tim: oh very funny Dick maybe I just oughta skip it and go right past *muttermutter dodging you, slower pace in the house*
Tim: not like I have a ROOM here anymore just gonna be on the roof or something no wait people can see dammit there's gotta be someplace
Dick: Tim. *follows.* Tim. *lil louder* Tim *and catches by the wrist* Calm down. Look, if it's too crowded here, you can come stay with me and Jilly. She already knows about me so- she's probably already done the math, alright?
Tim: leggo leggo like it'd be any better in front of you-- *twisting twisting* I'll deal with it, I'll find a place, s'fine, jus'-- leggo!
Dick: *releases, keeping the mental ow from his face because that wouldn't exactly be very helpful to Tim* Basement?
Tim: ... he probably gets it right it wasn't like I meant- I just can't deal with- he oughta know- there's too much with him and Babs and Cass and-- Yeah.
Tim: *turning running!!* D|
Dick: *let's him go, sympathetically watching his retreating back* Let me know if you need anything!
Tim: *just gonna be curled up in the basement muttering.* >_<
Dick: *Sometime later! Wafts the ever-so tempting pizza smell down the flight of stairs* Figured you might be hungry.
Tim: oh man that smells good almost like home on the really good nights aw hell Thaanks. *strained.*
Dick: Don't worry, I won't ask you how you're holding up. *half-smirk and props the pizza box down beside him*
Tim: too late you might as well have this sucks and why's he gotta care anyway it just makes it *loudly* Appreciate it, Dick.
Dick: *chuckles* Oh boy. There's gonna be a lot of questions tonight. I guess I'll leave you to it, huh?
Tim: it's not funny just go away there's already lots of questions I probably screwed it up on the journal already Schro will figure it out Yeah. just. yeah. if I don't find my journal I'll borrow somebody's, gotta see what I gave away and how I can salvage it
Dick: You didn't screw anything up. And even if you had it's not like anyone would blame you. So don't worry about any of that, okay? And for the record? Schro knows how to keep his mouth shut.
Tim: *curling up, hands over his ears* I always screw something up-- can't trust Schro even if you do-- don't know who ELSE is out there-- don't worry's easy for you to say -- okay deep breaths, calming down, could be worse, right?
Tim: just cover your ears, everything he says you react to, it's always something new and you just gotta redirect, calm down, you can control this, it's just your own stupid mind.
Dick: *very, very hard for him not to want to reach out and reassure him somehow, a hug, a touch, something, but knows this isn't his Tim and he knows he sometimes crosses the line with this one. it's just. hard. to watch.* Tim. Tim *puts his hands over yours and lifts at least one of them from cupping your ear* Eat. Then try and get some sleep.
Tim: oh god he cares he needs to stop that I'll end up liking him better than the one I already know *pulling away!* like I need another Alfred to make sure I get my vegetables I just need to be- okay I don't want to be alone but it's no good I can't pull it together if I keep telling him things-- have to calm down. *hissed breath, getting angry.* This sucks and it's bullshit and I can deal with it. On my own.
Tim: Go away, Dick.
Dick: *the knee-jerk reaction is the answer. tell him he's not trying to replace anyone and that tim can't afford to think that way. that he doesn't think that way, that this is just his mind rambling. it doesn't mean anything. but. this was painful enough for the kid. he didn't need any more aggro. so he stands, taking with him a slice of pizza.* no hard feelings kay, buddy? *and leaves*
Tim: *looong siiiigh, and maybe, faintly, as he leaves, Dick can hear* okay. Okay. ... Oh hey. Pizza.
Dick: *aaand just like those night-terrors of Tim's he witnessed, it'll never be mentioned. ever*
Tim: *... it would be the worst thing ever if he had a nightmare like this.*
Dick: *oh shi- ttly guards the door from ANYONE going down there while Tim's sleepin'*
Tim: *ttly would appreciate it so hard if he knew.*
Dick: *pft. anytime, bro, anytime*
07/04/09 - Bruce & Dick
Takes place after:
Sho: http://community.livejournal.com/rivelata/1426769.html?thread=56255825#t56255825 *sees you*
Belltrap: XD
Belltrap: You know it's true
Sho: the worst part? is him thinking 'batman would WANT me to for the... experience. self awareness. yeah' *facepalm*
Belltrap: FFFF
Sho: 'masturbation for justice!' idk
Bruce: *Bat!facepalm*
Dick: *it didn't happen so he can clearly talk about this unashamedly. or something* oh. like you wouldn't.
Bruce: I didn't.
Dick: *eyebrow*
Bruce: *glares back evenly*
Dick: *matches that. and folds arms*
Bruce: Unlike you, I don't consider that vitally important.
Dick: *oh EYEBROW* No, you'd put it down to science and experimentation.
Bruce: No. I don't need to know. It isn't and won't be relevant to any mission I have to undertake.
Dick: *you know the_dark_cat's Batman and Sons where bitty!batman IS masturbating whilst crying out 'my mission!' ? well. Dick is imagining that.* I thought you were all about being prepared for everything.
Bruce: I am. That doesn't help me prepare better for anything. That just wastes time that could be spent on something more productive.
Dick: *grins* like actually having sex.
Bruce: -_-
Dick: *winnar!*
Bruce: No.
Dick: *pfft Bruce* You know, you might want to do something about that before you get too old.
Bruce: *folds arms* With who? *that's the million dollar question, bucko*
Dick: *you sure raised him well* Someone. Anybody. Nise said it himself; it's a good stress reliever. And if anybody needs... well, it's you.
Bruce: No. It'd make them a target: *and it would hurt Giselle, and, really, he CAN'T do it with her, pretty obviously*
Dick: *that is an awkward thought. thank you for it!* Then have someone as Clark or Bruce Wayne. It never used to be a problem for you.
Bruce: You actually think I slept with any of those women?
Dick: *ngh. childhood trauma, GO!* well, yeah, You must have. The playboy title didn't come from just going up for coffee.
Bruce: Smoke and mirrors. Like the rest of the Bruce Wayne persona.
Dick: *not completely buying it, because that's just- damn. you're lonelier than he thought* So you never slept with any of them?
Bruce: No. Patrol was more important. Still is. *one night of passion would equal how many lives lost?*
Dick: *FHDJSLHFLJ one NIGHT! oh B, a quickie would do ): and Dick is lost for words. this is verging on very uncomfortable!* Bruce. Get laid.
Bruce: *the LOOK. Because it is not his place to tell Bruce that. EVER.*
Dick: *oh he knows. he just- HOW does the man still function?! Dick just shouldn't give advice. ever. especially not about relationships* Or... continue to work yourself to death. Whatever makes you happy.
Bruce: It's not about what makes me happy. You know that.
Dick: *long suffering sigh* I know. But if you were ever going to... *neck rub* We're not in Gotham anymore. I'm not saying you have to stop, just...take an hour off. Have dinner with Giselle. Do something.
Bruce: Giving her hope when we both know I'm emotionally bankrupt would be cruel.
Dick: You know, I think by now she probably gets that, too. ...She's still here though.
Bruce: That's just because it's safer for her here. *Denial IS just a river in Egypt. No. Really. It is.*
Dick: *oh B you need Bat-Slapped* Because she feels safe here. And I wonder why that is.
Bruce: Because there are a number of highly trained martial artists and strategists here.
Dick: ...... *flat stare. srsly. does he want DROWNING in said river?* You know why.
Bruce: ... *Glaaaare. Oh. FINE. Be that way.* .... She wouldn't be happy. Besides, there's the risk she'll never belong again in Andalasia again if we contaminate her too much.
Dick: Would you listen to yourself! Contaminate? You're not a plague, Bruce. *hair.tearing.out.almost*
Bruce: She's a fairytale princess. And I'm about as far from virtuous as our kind comes.
Dick: Our kind? *he knows what you mean, doesn't mean he likes it* So she's fallen for the dark knight instead of prince charming, big deal. She wants you.
Belltrap: Brcue: She doesn't understand what that entails. It wouldn't be what she thinks it would be. *Making decisions for other people? It's what Batman does best.*
Dick: *knows that, also. the frown is for you, B* Why don't you let her make up her own mind?
Bruce: Because what she'd pick would only hurt her in the end.
Dick: That's for her to decide.
Bruce: So I don't have a choice in this, either? *arches eyebrow*
Dick: We both know you'd protect her no matter what. It's a question of whether you really want this or not.
Bruce: *a pause for a long moment* I don't want this for her. This life. She deserves better.
Dick: :\ Yeah, well you can work on those self esteem issues of yours over dinner. Ask her, Bruce.
Bruce: *crosses his arms* No.
Dick: You know, they do a nice linguine down by the water front. Nice place, too.
Bruce: Dick. *Danger, Dick Grayson, danger!*
Dick: I'll swing by on my way to work, get you two a table. Say for about 7?
Bruce: No.
Dick: *shoulder slump* Oh, come on, Bruce. Treat her to something nice, even if it's just as a thank you for doing all the housework around here.
Bruce: *You know, Dick, this would have gone much better if you had started with this tactic from earlier on...* ... Maybe.
Dick: *what can I say? He enjoys their extended chats. also. thank god for that* So table for two at 7, yeah?
Bruce: Maybe isn't yes, Dick. *next week, maybe. Probably.*
Dick: Why? What're you doing tonight? Don't say patrol because I think Tim, Cass and I can manage.
Bruce: You never know when Rogues might show up.
Dick: Oh for the love of- *hand through hair. argh* Just take her to dinner!
Bruce: *Just. Even stare.*
Dick: *exasperated! sigh*