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	Dick Grayson
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@cjk [ locked text ]

[signifies]

Lois is here.

[fingerstripes]

...Wait, which one?

@muckraker • locked

[contacts]

Clark mentioned you. I'm Lois Lane. [ it feels odd introducing herself like that like it's supposed to mean something to him when she doesn't know him at all, but if what's clark told her is true, he does know her. ]

[fingerstripes]

Yeah, he mentioned you might want to talk. Dick Grayson.

[ He doesn't know the Lois of his world well, but now that he's had time to process he's actually pretty eager for the opportunity to question her a little in return. There's a lot he doesn't know about the world they came from. ]

@cjk [ locked text ]

[signifies]

[ He's already asked something of Dick this week. Although he feels Dick isn't the type to turn him down or count them, Clark doesn't want to be using him as a convenient crutch. It's not fair to him.

It can't hurt to ask. ]

I need a favor.

[fingerstripes]

[ The thought hasn't even occurred to Dick. He answers at once. ]

Sure, no problem. What's up?

video » un: LOKIOFASGARD

[ikols]

[ Here is a FaceTime of Loki in bed at 7am. ]

Officer Grayson, Officer Grayson! [ Stuff in movies is always twice as urgent when people repeat themselves. Eyes wide, she looks into the camera with alarm. ] We have a break-in through the perimeter and the monster has taken a hostage! [ !!!!! ] The monster is wild, starved, and ... and in my tummy.

[ Don't worry, she wears a tee and shorts to bed. The former is lifted as if she finds merit in examining her middle for a translation, patting it understandingly. ]

Ah, the beast craves pancakes with bacon and syrup, and ... hm, yes, blueberries. It will not be sated until these demands are met! Are you free to help me contain the creature?

[ Flopping onto her side, her stomach gurgles loudly and Loki gasps. ]

It wishes us to make haste!

video

[fingerstripes]

Sounds like a job for a man who won't take strawberries for an answer.

[ She's caught him at a rare moment; mussed hair, hideous Queensryche t-shirt, a little too rumpled all over to totally pull off an impression of someone who hadn't just been woken by the call. In spite of it all she's coaxed a broad, distinctly unsleepy grin out of him. ]

So, uh- how hasty are we talking? [ Does he have time to comb his hair, gosh. ]

[pundemic]

[There is a plate of cookies outside his door. No note, but there's a wrench leaning against the lip of the plate to make it obvious these things go together. Enjoy them, Dick, they're chocolate chip.]

[signifies]

[ This is delivered to Dick's workplace. It's a beeper which can be used as a watch strap. Press it and it emits a sound at a frequency only Clark (and Jon) can hear.

He took a while with this: he had to disguise it to fit a cop uniform and a Kevlar-Nomex weave. ]

If you can't shout for me, use this.

[ The note is signed with the S. ]

[fingerstripes]

[ Dick calls a little later in the day, at a time he assumes Clark will be relatively unoccupied. His voice is warm. ]

So I had an interesting delivery at the station today.

[ text ]

[signifies]

[ After talking to Tim. ]

Hey, how you're doing?

[ text ]

[fingerstripes]

[ He needs to talk to Clark. He needs to talk to him about Tim, about Damian. He needs to tell him how sorry he is about Lois. But somehow it's always the moments he's lost in when he finds it hardest to reach out. Batman would be handling it. Batman would know what to do.

On the other hand, Clark can't be having a week much better than his, just now. He's a good friend. Dick wants to be the same for him. ]

do you have a minute?

friendr;

[divulsion]

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:)

friendr;

[fingerstripes]

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[ is he doing it right? ]

video » @LOKIOFASGARD

[ikols]

Did mini-you actually throw out your stuff?

video » @d.grayson

[fingerstripes]

Nah. Guess I thought razing the place to the ground was punishment enough.

[ Dick's at home, and there's some probably familiar chaos strewn around behind him.

But he's fine, everything is fine. He runs a hand through his uncombed hair, and because it's Loki a little of the facade slips there. ]

...You helped a lot.

[ text ]

[bestrobin]

Why didn't father make you wear pants when you were younger?

( This is a very important question. What was wrong with Richard and his father? )

[ text ]

[fingerstripes]

Let's just say I think he lived to regret handing over the reigns to design control early on.

[ But for all his outward objections Bruce had never said no. Not to a boy without parents, who'd wanted to honor them with a design of his own creation.

But a question like that is always about more than the suit. He owes Damian more. Dick hesitates. ]

You've seriously never seen the short pants before now?

[ It seems a safe (though strange) assumption that the Dick Grayson in Damian's world had worn something different. ]

@givesyouhell

[hititwithacrowbar]

You free, Grayson?

[fingerstripes]

[ Well, this is unexpected. Still, there's no hesitation in the reply. ]

Sure.

You doing alright?

[ Instinct says something's wrong. ]

June 22nd @givesyouhell

[hititwithacrowbar]

Get -your- brother to give my helmet back. If he doesn't and I have to go after him no one will be happy.

2/2

[hititwithacrowbar]

I mean Damian btw, I wont be home until tonight, so it can be brought back before 6pm.

SLAMS THIS DOWN HERE

[bestrobin]

( Richard had been out when he'd woke that morning. And in his confusion, Damian hadn't stayed in their home long. He'd left quickly, had encountered a perimeter guard while he was out.

They hadn't lasted after a short conversation that was met with unsatisfactory answers.

Damian had returned briefly to the home he woke in, the front of his clothing wet with blood and the golden emblem on his chest in a similar state. It was only after he'd thoroughly ruined all of their rooms in a search for information and weapons that he'd found a few batarangs, tucked them away to use along with a few of the flash bombs.

What Richard would find when he finally returned to his room would be the space in complete chaos. Smears of blood were across his sheets, evidence of where they'd been carelessly pulled from the bedding, a few things broken, papers scattered if they were deemed useless. His clothing was thrown across the floor, any drawers emptied, pulled from their frame, and any other compartment - obvious or hidden - emptied and turned inside out.

At the heart of it all was the gold and black emblem dropped atop the torn and bloodied sheets. It's surface was dull, covered with a splatter of blood that had since dried. The edges were framed in half-formed fingerprints, from where it had been removed and then discarded. Not far from it, the green domino was half-hidden under the mess, and the dark cape had been abandoned carelessly elsewhere. )

WAILS

[fingerstripes]

[ There's no one else with access to the house who would know where to look for the batarangs, so his first, reflexive thought is that the blood is Damian's. For a too-long moment he's frozen in place, because all he sees in the blood stained bedding is Damian's small body torn apart. Staked to a rooftop. Bludgeoned with a baseball bar. A crow bar. He can't breathe.

He's gotten complacent. He's been selfish, he knows he has, and now someone's reached into his heart and pulled out the thing he should have been protecting above everything, everything else. Now Damian is the one paying for it.

And that snaps him out of it. There might be minutes. Seconds left. The evidence gloves come on swiftly, mechanically, and Dick does a cursory survey of the room. Then he does another, slowing a little, convinced he's moving too fast. That he's out of practice, after months away from Bludhaven. That the blind terror hooked into his gut is warping what he's seeing.

Or maybe, maybe it's not.

His hands fumble for his phone. It's a last resort. A risk to a hostage when the odds of them having control over it are nil.

But it's information either way. He needs that piece now. ]

Robin. [ His voice his tight. It's not Damian he's expecting on the other end. ]

...Robin, pick up. [ Please. ]

text; @fromTV

[spellslots]

[A couple days after Clark has left, Taako sits down with Jon and asks him who, exactly, he knows in this place, and which of them are actually responsible adults. Because while he's more than happy to crash at the Kent household for a few days, to make sure Jon is fed and safe and off to school each day, he isn't any kind of parental figure and he knows that.

And Jon had mentioned Dick, so this is Taako, trying to do right by this dumb kid he's more fond of than he should be.]

Is this Dick Grayson?

Text; un: dgrayson

[fingerstripes]

[ He's seen this username before, and he's connected it to that guy he'd run across and promptly embarrassed himself in front of while he'd been seething with disproportionate firefly-induced rage. He'd been a friend of Clark's. He is a friend of Jon's. And it counts for a lot, that he'd seemingly been mostly wiling to let the issue drop after the fact. Dick doesn't hesitate. ]

Yeah. It's Taako, right?

[ So sorry for the delay, I was buried in work :c ]

un: scarlet, text;

[divulsion]

[It takes Wanda a full fifteen minutes to write this text and bring herself to press the send button.]

I'm going to ask you about your scars tonight. You don't have to tell me, but I'm going to ask. I thought I should let you know rather than spring it on you.

[And maybe she'll get the courage to tell him the full truth of her powers after. Maybe. She owes him that truth if they're going to get involved any deeper...]

Text + dramatic meta;

[fingerstripes]

[ It wasn't a promise he'd made to her lightly, throes of passion not-withstanding. She'd deserved to know before they'd ever gotten that close, and he knows she deserves to know now. It's on him, that he's let this stand in between them, unspoken and unaddressed. When he knows it hasn't been about loyalty almost since the beginning. That keeping this from her hasn't been protecting anyone.

It had been easier not to think. To let it stay a promise without consequence while he reaps the benefits of having her as a more-than-friend. Girlfriend. Someone he cares for, cares about so much, and-

The words blur and then sink to a hollow place in his stomach while he cradles the phone a little longer. Stalling. It's been minutes now, minutes he's let this hang. He'd promised. He intends to make good on it, whatever decision she makes. ]

Anything in particular bring this on?

[ He's been busy. Distracted. Pulled in a hundred different directions. Why the hell had he thought she wouldn't get tired of waiting for him to get the rest of his life back in order? ]

@givesyouhell [voicemail]

[hititwithacrowbar]

Hey, Dick, umm, we should talk.

[ just ignore that slur in his voice.]

I know you have a lot going on right now, and I'm notrying about to pile on that, but, yeah call me.

ring ring banana phone

[fingerstripes]

I know it's a waste of everyone's time to tell you to stop drinking, so imagine we covered that in my stony silence.

[ Though he sounds closer to tense (worried) than stony. ]

Backdated to Nov 11th

[hititwithacrowbar]

Happy birthday, Dick.