Dick Grayson
01 March 2013 @ 02:38 pm
[So Dick was in a coma for that whole fiasco, and he woke up to something awesome!

And by awesome I mean fucking terrible.

So he will be focusing on that and not where the hell he's been for the last week or so.]

Tim's gone.

[And that's all he has to say on the subject.]
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
06 December 2011 @ 07:44 pm
So, it's officially a year since I first signed on to this place. I kind of wish I could come up with something insightful to say, but considering people's reactions to that sort of stuff, maybe it's safer just to pass.

[Private to Tim]

How easy would it be to talk you into a snowball fight?

[Private to Shego]

What's your schedule look like for today, out of curiosity?
Dick Grayson
15 November 2011 @ 10:17 pm
[Warden Filter]

Ivy's been taken down to Zero, the hostages were mostly unharmed, but Hoffman's in the infirmary for some injuries sustained during the rescue. Graham and Stildyne were both killed and are recovering in the infirmary.

[And that's all he wants to say about it, because people getting killed because he asked them to help = terrible.]

[Private to Rorschach]

So, I've got your file. Would you like to meet in person, or talk over the network?

[Spam for Jim]

This is a cut. )
Dick Grayson
11 September 2011 @ 03:53 pm
Sometimes, I really miss being a cop. Every day was a little different, but you still always had a routine and something to do, and even if it was just doing paperwork, you'd never complain about needing something to work on. Especially not in Bludhaven. And I know it probably sounds naive to some of you, but you could really see the impact you were having on the community, there. Once the department started getting on the right track again, people weren't as afraid to go out at night. It wasn't as much of a warzone run by the mob, at least, not like what it used to be. We were really making a difference, for a while.

I'm not sure I could ever go back to it. Starting over again in a new city doesn't really appeal to me, and so much happened between when I started and when I first got here, on the Barge, that I'm just not sure it's an option. But I still miss it.

[Private to Jim]

Thanks for letting me borrow your couch.

[Private to Summer]

So, settling in okay?
Dick Grayson
12 June 2011 @ 10:34 pm
I don't know what that was - some alternate universe, some TV show gone horribly wrong, I don't know and I don't really care [Which is a big lie, he does care, especially if it's some actual counterpart out there in the multiverse who's growing up with a Batman like that.] - but it wasn't like that. I wasn't kidnapped by anyone, let alone Batman, and my parents weren't shot, they... they fell. I was eight when it happened, not twelve.

Bruce didn't abuse me, he didn't make me eat rats, he gave me a stable environment and that kid didn't have that. That kid thought he was a warden here. He had memories of being here for six months, and he was happy here and didn't want to go home. And he knew I existed, because of the other people from my universe being here, and he kind of... resented me, because I had what he didn't and I was from the "right" universe. It's like... being expected to be just like your dad or older brother when you grow up, only worse because it's a version of you.

And yeah, it was just a flood so maybe it didn't mean anything, but now I'm back and that kid...

Dammit. [And he kills the feed. This is turning out to be way too much to process right now.]

[Private to Jason]

Thanks. For looking out for me. Him.
Dick Grayson
22 May 2011 @ 08:29 pm
I think everything that needs to get said about the breach has been pretty well covered, and while I'm not really complaining about getting to say I've officially sort of lived through that part of history? I'm definitely not complaining about this not being a once a month thing.

[Not. Addressing. Gun issues. >>;]

[Friends Filter - if you think you're on it, you're on it.]

How's everyone doing?

[Private to Kon and Molly]

So, do breach marriages count? [Amuuuused.]

[Private to Miss Parker]

I know it wasn't... exactly us, but I'm sorry we didn't get him before he attacked you. Honestly.

If there's anything I can do... let me know?

[Private to Jason]

[After like 9000 revisions being like OH GOD WHAT wait no should I even say anything, you're getting this:]

Jason, I know that wasn't technically us, but I'm... really sorry about what happened. Seriously, you know I'd never -

Are you doing okay?

[Private to Jim; after his conversation with Hoffman]

How do you feel about getting drunk?
Dick Grayson
01 April 2011 @ 11:12 am
I guess that could have been worse.

Anyone up for doing something?

[Private to Tim]

So now I have a stuffed elephant in my room.

[Private to Wally]

You seriously didn't know I was seven years younger then you?

[Private to Hayley]

I know this is going to sound weird, but thanks for lying about knowing my dad. Seriously. It was really nice to hear.

[Private to Mal]

[Dick was seriously considering just... pretending all that didn't happen. But. He was raised to be polite.]

I just wanted to say thanks again.

[Private to Bruce]

[The feed clicks on to this song playing with maybe some Dick is thoroughly amused by how clever he is chuckling in the background.]
Dick Grayson
28 March 2011 @ 09:39 am
[After some impressive fumbling and a couple seconds of audio and video that was pretty clearly accidental, you get a shot of a pretty freaked out Dick, who is eight years old and from only about four weeks or so from after his parents were killed. He's in his room, sitting on the floor, and sort of but not really curled in on himself a little while trying to look somewhat impressively brave.

He's kind of failing at it.]

Mr. Wayne? Alfred?

... I don't know where I am. Does anyone know how to get back to Gotham? Or just... Does anyone know how to call the police? Who kidnapped us?

[He looks around the room, not really seeming to care that the communicator is still broadcasting and stares bug eyed at something off screen for a few seconds before mumbling:]

Where am I? Is anyone gonna -

[He cuts himself off, biting his lip before turning the feed off.]
Dick Grayson
03 March 2011 @ 10:08 pm
[Private to the Admiral]

Bring him back.

[Private to Tim]

Can I ask a favor?

[Private to the Admiral, added later.]

Since it seems like this 'inmate crashing with me for a while' arrangement is going to start being a regular thing for me, I think I'm going to need a new cabin. Change it to one of the penthouses in Gotham, I don't really care which one. Just something bigger with somewhere to hide my gear.

Spam for Costigan )

[This is obviously following the events of this log.]
Dick Grayson
19 February 2011 @ 11:52 pm
Funny. I almost didn't realize we were this far in the month until I checked the calendar.

[Private to Costigan]

Sorry about what happened during the flood.

[Private to Wally]

You still up for that laughing while your lightweight best friend makes an idiot out of himself after two beers thing we talked about doing a while ago?

[Private to Self]

Happy birthday, Bruce.
Dick Grayson
10 February 2011 @ 02:05 am
For not being necessarily directly involved in what had happened outside of being friends with the victim and having information that - in his mind, anyway - might have been able to stop this from happening if he hadn't been stupid, Dick was not dealing with the current situation on the Barge as well as he could be. While it was true that he wasn't totally out of control or anything, just pretending like everything was fine was getting hard, especially when Costigan was apparently still willing to chat with the guy who'd brutally murdered someone Dick was friends with.

He didn't get what the inmate wanted or what hoping to achieve, and when Costigan had suggested they talk about it not on the network, he had two options. Run off to the CES or the gym or something to try and distract himself from his continued frustration so he wouldn't end up snapping at the inmate, or to just directly go to the inmate's room and hope he could keep himself in control.

Maybe foolishly, he'd decided it was a higher priority to get this conversation over with, so he headed down to the former undercover's room and knocked on the door, pacing slightly as he waited for him to answer it, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, clearly visibly frustrated and maybe a little anxious. It had been easier when he'd been sparring with Steph, because at least he'd had something to do with his pent up energy.