Dick Grayson
07 March 2013 @ 02:10 pm
[Dick clicks on the audio feed and takes a second to consider what he actually wants to say, here.]

I've been on the Barge for two years, three months, and one day. [Not that he's been counting.] I've met a lot of interesting people, been really amazing places, died and got about a dozen alternate lifetimes jumbling around in my head, and honestly, despite all the annoying stuff we've got to put up with on a daily basis here, it's been worth it. I'm never going to regret taking the Admiral up on his offer, and I'm glad he thought to give it to me in the first place.

But this place isn't somewhere to make into a home, [And he can't help but think about Cissie, and how she'd said she'd tried to convince herself that it was until she finally realized she just couldn't do it anymore, and how Tim had said he could stay here forever coming up with things to make bargains for, and that just wasn't a way to live your life.] and I could stay here forever punishing myself for mistakes or regrets, but that's no way to live your life, and I'd rather go home and do good there while there's still some good left in me, rather than let this place pretty much keep trying to beat it out of me.

So, I'm going home. For good this time, at least for now. I guess I can't make any promises you won't be seeing me again in a couple months. [But he also can't make any promises that he will come back, and he doesn't want to do that to anyone.

And you can practically hear the self depreciating smile:]
I was gonna say something like it's been fun or real or a pleasure, or something, but none of that really does it justice, does it?

Private messages for Friends, Alex, Rorschach, Cass, Ivy, Kay, Oliver, and Bruce )

[ooc: And Dick will hang around for any spam people want to do, but then he's off for a much needed vacation... back to Gotham which is admittedly not a vacation at all but there you go.]
 
 
 
Dick Grayson
25 October 2012 @ 02:14 pm
[Warden Filter]

[Dick's gone back and forth on saying something public about this, because while he's still kind of freaking out about this and knows this isn't his Bruce, he still feels weird basically siding with the other wardens/the good of the Barge instead of him. This wasn't exactly the father/son reunion he was expecting. :c] That isn't the Bruce Wayne from our world. If he says anything to anyone that gives you reason to be concerned, I want to know about it immediately.

[This is legitimate, okay, he's already talking about staging an escape attempt. B(]

[Filtered to the DC Cast]

I need you to tell me everything he told you. [This is an order, not a suggestion. :|]

[Private to Dean]

...

[Private to Sara]

...


[He was going to message you both, but he really doesn't know what he wants to say, and there's a pressing issue he needs to deal with right now.]

[Spam for Tim]

[Dick isn't honestly sure how he's processing all of this. He's angry, he's frustrated, he feels like he's running on adrenaline but doesn't have anything to do with it, which means he's been pacing and kind of shaky the entire time he's been talking to Bruce. It's stupid, he knows it's stupid to get this worked up over the Barge throwing something like this at him, and really, with all the different realities out there, he probably should have been anticipating it. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with, and it doesn't change the fact that he's seen what that kind of psychotic break does to someone like them, and he's never really actually... dealt with the fact that he'd been killed by someone with a pretty similar mindset.

At least this time, the crazy murderous Batman apparently wasn't planning on holding a gun on him any time soon.

Which is actually the more pressing issue he needs to deal with right now, so, message composed and posted, Dick tosses his comm down and head out of his room down the hallway and knocks at Tim's door impatiently.]


It's me.
 
 
Dick Grayson
29 September 2012 @ 02:59 pm
[Spam for Sara, backdated to after this log.]

[After dragging himself to the infirmary and getting patched up, Dick had been pretty insistent that he just wanted to go back to his room and sleep it off there rather than being held hostage in the infirmary. So, with doctor's approval, he limped down the hall and, instead of taking the stairs up to the first floor, went right to Sara's room and knocked on the door, too tired to care if anyone else was walking through the hall and wondering why the hell he was wearing blue hospital scrubs with a Batman uniform mostly tucked under one arm, the cape trailing on the floor, and looking like he'd had the crap beaten out of him.

He was holding the boots and cowl in his good hand - the other was in a cast that hopefully wouldn't have to be on too long between magic and the tech they had on board - and after he'd knocked, he carefully moved to prop himself up against the wall to hopefully prevent falling on his ass. Getting up again from that really just sounded awful.]


[Private to Tim]

I just got my ass handed to me by Superboy, so I'm going to be passed out at Sara's for a while. But if you need me for anything, give me a ring.

[Private to Rorschach]

I'm going to be sleeping off a broken wrist and some busted ribs for the next ten or so hours, so feel free to ask Tim if you need anything in the mean time.

[Private to Cass]

[After they've both had some time to recuperate, Dick is realizing they probably need to have a discussion about the whole "Why I was wearing Dad's pajamas" thing.]

We should talk.

[Private to Babs]

I'm guessing you got an update on what happened.

[Spam for Erik]

[Most people would probably think he was a complete idiot for not kicking back and taking it easy after almost getting killed by an out of control alien, but Dick didn't really do downtime and usually started getting a little stir crazy after he'd gotten over the initial period of I just want to sleep for a week and pretend I never have to get out of bed again.

Which was why the day after it had happened, he was up and about as usual, and currently mentally swearing a little over having to balance his lunch tray with one hand. The other was in a cast in a sling to help keep it out of the way, and his ribs still hurt like hell, but it could have gone a lot worse, really, so he pushed aside the discomfort and looked around for somewhere to sit.

He spotted Erik by himself, and - potentially against his better judgment, because it wasn't like you could really just walk up to someone and ask how they were doing because their breach counterpart had really reminded you of your old inmate - he headed over to him and gestured at the seat across from him. Or, you know, as best he could while holding a lunch tray in one arm with his other in a sling.]


Do you mind if I sit here?
 
 
Dick Grayson
24 March 2012 @ 01:50 pm
I guess everything that needs to be said about that breach has kind of been said already, but honestly, I kind of prefer those to ones where only half the Barge is confused about where they are and what the hell is going on. It's been my experience it's a little less awful if you get in a fight with someone you're pals with back here when you're both not yourself.

[And he does actually have first hand experience on how bad that sucks when one person's affected and the other's not, thanks Mirrorverse. :|]

Anyway, this something that came up a couple days ago that I figured was worth saying to a wider audience: I know this place is hard on people in general? But for non-vampires, it would probably be a good idea for people to make sure they're heading into the CES for some sunlight every once and a while. I'm not saying it's going to be a magical cure all for depression or anything, but it does actually help.

Of course, as soon as I say this, the CES is only going to be cold and rainy for the next three weeks, but I figured it was worth putting out there anyway.

Private notes for Rorschach, Parker, Cass, Shego, Steph and Tim, and an extra Tim. )