Dick Grayson
31 October 2012 @ 02:34 am
[Warden Filter, backdated to the end of this thread.]

Bruce Wayne has been brought down to Level Zero after trying to attack and kill Poison Ivy. He'll be down there for the full week.

If anyone has any reason to believe anyone else has been threatened or caught his attention for whatever reason, I'd appreciate hearing about it sooner rather than later.
 
 
Dick Grayson
18 June 2012 @ 04:09 pm
[Dick's been pretty radio silent outside of his circle of close friends for a while now. He's been brooding and collecting himself together since Gotham port, spending time patching up the Batsuit and re-equipping it because something tells him he'll probably wind up needing it again sooner rather than later.

The only reason he's really making a post now is it's Father's Day, and he feels like he just needs to say something about Bruce, however tangentially, even if he plans on remembering John Grayson privately, because that's just a minefield of angst he doesn't need other people poking at.]


You know, I've said it before, I'm sure I'll say it again, and I'm sure most of you don't really care or won't agree with me, but I really don't resent the life I ended up with. I got so lucky to have things happen the way they did, because someone cared enough about some orphaned kid to take me in, and stuff like that flood - no matter how bad it actually was - usually makes me realize we should all probably acknowledge it more. No matter how bad things get, there's always ways things could have been worse.

Not that I really needed this place to rub that in any more than it already has, but I guess it can't really be helped.

[Private to Tim]

[Dick clicks on the video for this, so that mid way through the sentence, he can dramatically hold up the picture Superboy drew him of Tim's reboot costume.]

Also, you're never allowed to judge me about my fashion choices ever again. [C:]
 
 
Dick Grayson
31 May 2012 @ 10:52 pm
[Filtered to Anyone Who was Involved in Helping the City]

[Dick sounds totally exhausted and a little hollow, but he can't not say something after everything people did, so for now, he's keeping it simple.]

Thank you.

[Spam for Dean]

[He'd dragged himself away from the other people who'd been brought back, hiding on the other side of the deck to make the message because he was still in costume, and he really didn't love that suddenly everyone knew the secret. But once he'd sent it out, he suddenly didn't know what to do next. He hadn't slept in four days. Everything ached, and he honestly wasn't all that sure if he could stand up again if he wanted to, and it wasn't just because he was exhausted. He hadn't wanted to come back. Yes, Gotham was in relatively safer hands than it had been now that Bruce was conclusively back and there was a cure for Titan, but. It was still in trouble. His job was still supposed to be protecting the city. And it had been so long since he'd been home, and seeing it like that had been hard. Being pulled back to the Barge had been like getting the wind knocked out of him, and he didn't know where he was supposed to go from here.

But he couldn't just sit here forever. He needed to get off the deck and out of the suit, and probably get some sleep. Medical attention could wait, and he just really couldn't deal with other people right now anyway. He could think over what needed to happen next after he'd slept.

He peeled off the cowl, took a slow breath and carefully pushed himself to his feet. His vision grayed out for a few seconds and he blinked heavily, putting a hand against the wall to steady himself, wrapping his other arm around his torso. He'd broken a rib at some point before they got pulled back, and it took a minute for his vision to clear.]


[ooc: If anyone wants to drop in and check on him later, feel free to tag in with spam or poke him via the network. He probably didn't bother with the infirmary and will be spending the next couple days on and off napping.]