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[batmanschmatman]

Bruce is gone.

[ooc: Oh my god, I'm sorry for all the spam, guys. I didn't expect all this stuff to happen. Dick will be way quieter in coming days. <3]

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[slayage]

Wh-? [Yeah that was the sound of something being dropped. Didn't break though!] What?

[Private]

[championoftime]

I just noticed his bed was empty.

I'm sorry, Dick. He'll be waiting on you.

[Audio]

[batmanschmatman]

He's gone. [Sooo not in the mood to discuss this further, sorry Buffy. :c]

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Yeah. I know.

[Audio]

[slayage]

[That's okay. Neither is she. :( There's a long pause of complete silence, and then she mumbles one word before cutting audio.]

Figures.

[Now Buffy will go be sad. And probably hit things.]

[Private]

[championoftime]

...You and Tim have been cooped up here long enough. Why don't you two discuss taking a trip with me? I can have you back overnight.

[Maybe. Probably. He'll try really hard to. It sometimes works!]

[Not here :c]

[batmanschmatman]

[If she needs someone to hit things with, Dick is definitely up for it. :C]

[Not here]

[slayage]

((Oh hell yes. THEY CAN BOND AND STUFF. :D Random encounter of rage and sad in the gym?))

[Not here]

[batmanschmatman]

[I AM SO DOWN. NAME THE TIME AND PLACE.]

[Not here]

[slayage]

((THE GYM. LIKE 10 MINUTES AFTER THIS POST. NAOW. Spammage?))

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

... That would be great, actually. I'll talk to him. Thanks, Doc. [Dick would so be hugging you right now. :C]

[Private]

[championoftime]

I think it would do us all a world of good.

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[paradoxlol]

[ffffffff.]

Any idea--

[Or maybe he shouldn't ask.]

I'm sorry.

[SPAM!]

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick was restless, upset, and frustrated, and more than a little angry, both irrationally with himself for not being able to figure out how to stop this from happening, and with the Admiral for allowing it to happen in the first place. So, like any rational human being, he headed right down to the gym to beat the shit out of something and generally just needing something to do right now. Anything.]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

Oh dear.

...

He will be missed. I hope he's well at home. No, no, I'm certain he is.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Yeah. Definitely.

Where are we going?

[Private]

[championoftime]

We could come up with a destination but she always changes her mind anyway. She being the TARDIS. [And they might have to save people and break down terrible tyrannies. But at least it won't be the Barge?]

Private

[batmanschmatman]

Thanks, Arthur.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Well, wherever she thinks is best.

[batmanschmatman]

Yeah.

[SPAM!]

[slayage]

[Funny, cause, Buffy was feeling similarly. Bruce had become very important to her over his time here. And with everyone that she got close to leaving, Buffy was reopening those abandonment wounds from home.

Everyone leaves. Or dies. Or betrays her and kicks her out of her own home. Nothing ever stays. Buffy was even beginning to think that Spike would never be back. It would certainly fit the pattern.

Buffy was already at the gym, going to town on a punching bag, her wrists and knuckles wrapped. She wasn't very present in the moment, her eyes a sort of blank wall, as she went through the motions of hitting the bag with precise and strong hits.

Once she noticed Dick, she was able to snap out of her daze, if only just, and hold the furiously swinging punching bag still. She didn't have any words to say to him. Right now words kind of sucked. Buffy managed a tiny fleeting quirk of her lips in greeting. The silence speaking volumes.]

[peektuttut]

[He didn't mean to put the audio on, but there it is.] Dam-- [He did, however, mean to cut himself off. Feelings, what are those, he doesn't have any. :c]

Spam resistance is futile

[batmanschmatman]

[Knock knock, slightly panicky knocking at your door.]

Spam it always is :c

[peektuttut]

[part of him wants to just tell Dick - because who else is it going to be - to go away so he can continue laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. But he knows Dick, and he knows that Dick won't handle it the same way Tim handles it. So he picks himself up, and goes to tug open the door.]

Spam I'm sorry :c

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick quickly slides inside the room and after waiting for Tim to close the door, he pulled Tim over and hugged him tightly, sort of irrationally needing the real reassurance that he was still here and the more immediate need for comfort. His eyes were burning a little, but he was totally silent.]