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
30 March 2011 @ 05:13 pm
[Dick has some slight bags under his eyes, but looks considerably less miserable then he did in his first post. He's sitting on the couch in his room, Costigan's wandering around in the general area of the kitchenette, and all in all, he's a little more Robin and a little less scared orphan.]

Tim and I wanted to know why we're in space, but we're not getting sucked out into it and can breathe and stuff when we're on deck. Does anyone know why?

Are we actually going anywhere, or are we just kind of... going until someone comes to take us back home?

[He looks off screen for a minute before sort of shyly saying to the off camera inmate:] Hey, Bill?

[He wants to ask how to leave messages for people specifically without telling the whole ship he'd been up all night crying about his parents, so after a beat turns back and switches the feed off.]

[Private to Mal, after filters are explained]

Thank you for coming over last night.

[Private to Tim; added after talking to Steph]

That girl, Steph, is looking for you. I don't know why, but she said she lost you.

[Spam for Costigan]

[Dick put the communicator down, fidgeting on the couch a little uncomfortably before looking back over at Costigan. He'd still been keeping an eye on him - a fact Dick really appreciated, considering how little attention he seemed to get back home - but the kid felt bad about totally losing it. He didn't know if Bruce had warned him about the nightmares or anything, although he assumed he knew what had happened to his parents.] I'm sorry I kept you up last night.
 
 
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
13 March 2011 @ 01:19 am
[There's a short pause between the feed clicking on and Dick speaking.]

My parents were murdered when I was eight. I was there when it happened. It was... [He takes a slow breath.] It felt like my whole life was just falling apart and I had no idea what was going to happen or where I was supposed to go or how I was supposed to live without the two most important people in my life.

But I got lucky, because someone was there that night who knew what it was like to have their parents taken away from them. He took me in, gave me a home and support and made life feel like it was worth living again. I know I got lucky. A lot of kids... A lot of kids lose parents and just end up going through foster home after foster home, and if Bruce hadn't been there, that's probably what would have happened to me. I would have been alone and lost, with no idea what I was supposed to do with my life.

Instead, I got a family. They've helped me become the person I am today and I can't thank them enough for it. I've had an amazing life, even if it's not always sunshine and rainbows, and I love my family more then anything.

... I'll always miss my parents. That hurt never goes away, and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about them and wish I could talk to them just one more time, but I...

[...]

I wouldn't trade what I have now for the world.

[... Oh crap. Didn't mean to say any of that out loud, to everyone. Fuck you, floods. :|]
 
 
Dick Grayson
22 January 2011 @ 05:44 pm
[Dick is still sorting through all the stuff at his house. He's maybe starting to get a little obsessive about it, and probably would look a little crazy to anyone who wasn't from the Barge, as he's got clues to his fake life sprawled out around him on the floor. Not that you guys can see it, but to any passersby, he looks a little nuts. Or at least like he's getting started on spring cleaning a little early by ripping everything off the shelves.]

Anyone else have some pictures of people from back home around the house? Like, not Barge people? I'm trying to figure out how closely this place parallels our home universes, which obviously isn't all that much, but I'm still curious.

I mean, obviously we're all here, and some of us have pretty developed family units that aren't like our original ones at all, but what about the people we left back home? Do they exist here too, or is this place just populated with strangers and us?

[There's a specific reasoning behind this questioning, but most of you aren't getting any reasons as to why this is suddenly bothering him.]

[Private to Tim]

I found pictures of my parents.

[Private to Steph, added after talking to Roman]

Are you okay?

[ooc: Multiple spam threads are welcome if you're so inclined, Dick's just probably on the couch watching home movies or analyzing all the information he can find in the albums and papers around the house.]