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Room 213 - Wednesday evening
Dick was just finishing packing up to head back to Gotham for the weekend. While he really did like Fandom, he always appreciated the chance to go back home for a few days to be completely himself again. For Bruce, being Batman was a job. More than that, it was his mission in life. For Dick, being Robin was something he enjoyed. Maybe not during ( Read more... ) -
Room 213 - Wednesday evening
As Dick went through his mail - his real mail, not e-mail - he shook his head. "I don't even know how they got my address," he told himself has he made a pile of junk mail to be recycled. "Or why they didn't get my name right. Who is 'DJ Grayson'? If they're going to send it to my initials, at least get it right and send it to RJ."
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Arms Hotel, Bruce Wayne's Suite, Sunday evening
In order to make sure they had some privacy to speak freely, Bruce and Dick got room service and then checked the room for any kind of surveillance devices or animals. Once they were convinced that all was clear, they felt they could actually talk ( Read more... ) -
Room 213 - Sunday evening
Parents Weekend was next weekend. Dick thought he usually did a pretty good job playing things close to the sweatervest. It was rare that he let people here see anything but a confident, happy guy. It was an easy cover to maintain because it was usually true ( Read more... ) -
Room 213 - Sunday morning
Dick woke up. The voodoo priestess fight, the crazed Doctor, the mudfight, the bum, Ella being a druggie, Ned being a priest, the amnesia, the showering, the newspaper, all of it... "It was all just a dream. Mwahahaha," Dick said. He got out of bed, dressed in his most sinister black clothes, and tried to figure out how best to build a giant freeze ( Read more... ) -
Room 213 - Saturday morning
Dick awoke with panic this morning as he that he didn't remember anything. "Oh no," he said, sitting up in bed. "Why can't I remember anything?" He quickly realized that he must have amnesia ( Read more... ) -
Room 213 - Saturday evening
With the past few week being what they'd been, Dick felt that his latest e-mail home was going to have to be rather sparse. Between fighting his fellow orphan adopted by a billionaire who made him his sidekick, being a girl, and what radio called a 'striptease' in public (which certainly didn't come close to sounding as bad as what the press had ( Read more... ) -
Room 213, Sunday evening
Last night wasn't fun. Sure, getting into a fight in his work suit in a dark forest on an evil island SOUNDED like a good time, but Dick had some energy burns, some bruises, and his whole body kind of ached from a nasty landing ( Read more... ) -
Room 213 - Friday evening
It wasn't a very good day for Dick. First he met up with some creepy, crazy woman in... well, an insane asylum. Then he got into a little fight with a guy he'd teamed up with a few times and he was pretty sure the fight was going to continue tomorrow ( Read more... ) -
Room 213 - Tuesday evening
After a week of laying low for no real reason, Dick opened the door to his room while he was studying his world history. Sure, he was pretty good at history to begin with, but The Doctor was really on the ball. Possibly thanks to time travel, if last week's class had anything to do with reality. If he was going to be a capable TA, he was going to ( Read more... )