Dick Grayson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
batmanschmatman) wrote2012-01-24 08:35 pm
batmanschmatman) wrote2012-01-24 08:35 pm
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[Open Spam]
Dick did not do vacations. Or, more accurately, this kind of felt like a vacation in that he got to go out and stretch his legs and do some fun stuff that the Barge didn't let him do - namely, beat the crap out of criminals without having to worry about hitting the ceiling or destroying the Barge - and so while he was technically still doing his job, he was having fun with it. Of course, doing this without any gear wasn't the smartest plan in the world, which was why he was now - at a relatively late hour, not really by Vegas standards, but late enough that generally people would be thinking about going to bed - trying to find bandages and something to clean the gash on his forearm.
And yes, he did feel a little ridiculous wandering around the most convenient casino with some blood on his arm, but it really wasn't a big deal. He just needed a first aid room or something to stop the bleeding, and if he happened to run into the guy he was still sort of tailing, well. Two birds, one stone, you know the drill.
... Or, you know, he could get totally sidetracked, trip the guy, which sent him flying into an oddly placed potted plant before being hauled away by security, and thus the vigilante was still be wandering around looking for something that would do a better job stopping the bleeding than a paper napkin.
[Private to Rorschach]
So, what have you been up to?
Dick did not do vacations. Or, more accurately, this kind of felt like a vacation in that he got to go out and stretch his legs and do some fun stuff that the Barge didn't let him do - namely, beat the crap out of criminals without having to worry about hitting the ceiling or destroying the Barge - and so while he was technically still doing his job, he was having fun with it. Of course, doing this without any gear wasn't the smartest plan in the world, which was why he was now - at a relatively late hour, not really by Vegas standards, but late enough that generally people would be thinking about going to bed - trying to find bandages and something to clean the gash on his forearm.
And yes, he did feel a little ridiculous wandering around the most convenient casino with some blood on his arm, but it really wasn't a big deal. He just needed a first aid room or something to stop the bleeding, and if he happened to run into the guy he was still sort of tailing, well. Two birds, one stone, you know the drill.
... Or, you know, he could get totally sidetracked, trip the guy, which sent him flying into an oddly placed potted plant before being hauled away by security, and thus the vigilante was still be wandering around looking for something that would do a better job stopping the bleeding than a paper napkin.
[Private to Rorschach]
So, what have you been up to?