Dick Grayson
05 January 2012 @ 06:53 pm
So, I know everything's been more or less said and done about that flood, but honestly? I'm still just kind of shocked that for once, I was a kid and came out of it pretty trauma free. [Hell, even if he had actually been mentally fourteen again, things would have been fine. He might have had a weird childhood, but there were good parts of it, and fourteen had definitely been before shit had really hit the fan.

A pause, and then:]


[Somewhat reluctant generous Friends Filter. If you think you're on it, you are.]

Actually, as long as I'm being honest? It helped me realize some things.

I've realized I've spent most of my time here kind of terrified of what was waiting for me back home, and I won't lie, I'm still kind of scared about some of it. I know it all works out okay, now, but there's really no guarantee if I ever leave here I'll remember what I've been told here - [His money is going on that he won't remember, honestly, otherwise things would have gone veryyyy differently. :|] - And I've already lost two parents. I don't need to go through losing another, even if it's going to turn out he was fine. Just... time displaced, or something, so we all just thought he was dead for months.

[A pause. Because, really comic book logic?]

I'm still really not sure how that happened.

But it's going to happen whether or not I want it to, because as much as I might want to? I'm not drastically altering the futures of people I love who say they're happy with how everything worked out in the end, and sitting here pretending like it isn't going to happen is really ridiculous. And something about that flood made me realize maybe this really isn't so bad. There are a lot worse things that could have happened, and I can't hide here forever. And I don't want to anymore.

This isn't a I've had enough, I'm leaving announcement or anything. I've still got a lot of stuff I need to get done here before I seriously think about shipping out for good. But it's nice to not be afraid anymore. Or, to be afraid, but accept that and move forward instead of worrying about it, because everything is going to be okay.

... Kind of embarrassing that it took me a year to figure this out, but, I guess that's better than nothing.

[ooc: And again, comment over on DW here.]
 
 
Dick Grayson
13 December 2011 @ 12:09 am
[Private to Carla]

We should talk. Are you still in the infirmary?

[Private to Tim]

So. Some familiar faces are back. [How are you doing. :V]
 
 
Dick Grayson
14 November 2011 @ 07:28 pm
[Warden Filter]

[Say hello to the Nightwing voice, Barge! It's becoming something you're hearing more and more of lately. :| Dick doesn't sound angry per say so much as forceful and focused, because he is getting those people out of the CES and he is doing it now god damn it.]

I need a team of wardens willing to come with me to get Ivy out of the CES and release the rest of the hostages.

I have no idea how the Admiral's capped her powers here, but she's got powerful, mind controlling pheromones, her skin can be toxic, and she's able to control and manipulate plant growth to her own advantage, both defensively and offensively. Anyone who's got a natural resistance towards poisons or suggestion would be ideal, and she can and will put up a fight, but we are not killing her.

[ooc: For reference, members of team takedown are Dick, Rhade, Stildyne, Narvin and Will Graham, but people are more than welcome to post and discuss the current goings on if they want. HERE is the actual takedown thread, and if people want to log out them meeting up/hacking through the trees to get in, we can definitely throw something together!]
 
 
Dick Grayson
11 November 2011 @ 03:55 pm
Is it that time of year again already?

You know, talk about needing better warden communication or food or security as much as you want, I'd honestly settle for a more consistent way to contact home and never complain about anything going on here again.

... Maybe.
 
 
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
21 March 2011 @ 10:20 am
[Filtered away from Hoffman]

The hardest part of the job is always realizing that you can't prepare for everything. You can't be everywhere at once. And you can't always save the people you care about.

I'm not just talking about here, or about being a cop, but really, no matter what you do, if there's some level of danger posed to your or others, or even if there isn't, you're going to eventually have to face what it's like to lose someone you care about.

And you never feel more powerless then when someone you love gets caught in the crossfire of some psycho with a gun. Or a crowbar.

I've seen a lot of violence. And I've lost a lot of people. And it never gets any easier feeling like you failed, even when there's logically nothing you could have done to prevent what happened, because you cared and you should have been there for them. And honestly? I'm tired of it. I'm tired of seeing people I love die, or get ripped apart or tortured or crippled or blown up because something went wrong.

So when you can do something to help? When you can intervene and you can do some good and maybe save someone, even if you're putting your life on the line? You do it. It's never been complicated for me.

[Strikes readable by Bats minus Jason (sorry buddy :c). The whole post is public for maybe five minutes before he deletes it, but feel free to assume your character caught it before he did.]

[Private to Bruce]

Can we talk?

[Private to Tim]

How are you doing?

[Private to Costigan]

You want to go for a run or something? I promise I won't break anything or try to hold your hand.