batmanschmatman | 099 [voice/spam]

[Private to Ariadne]

You're right. I don't know how it's happening, but we're dream sharing. Dean and Buffy figured it out too. Did the Admiral give you a PASIV?

[Spam for Tim]

[As soon as he'd finished talking with Dean, he knew he needed to talk to Tim for about a hundred and eight reasons. Partially because this was a potential security breach, because he still didn't love the idea of people having free access to sensitive information he was privy to. But that was really just a formality, the tip of the ice berg, and had it just been that, he might have just told him when he saw him later today. But he officially didn't want to wait until a reasonable hour to do it, not after what had happened and not after what he'd found out.

He hadn't bothered changing, and headed down the hall in the same t-shirt and flannel pants he'd been sleeping in and knocked on Tim's door, loudly. He didn't care at this point if it seemed insane to get this upset about a nightmare - two nightmares - and wake Tim up this early, because he knew what happened now. It wasn't just a dream, Tim had actively interfered and he just-

He banged on his door again, impatient and (irrationally) worried, and maybe wondering how easy it would be to just pick the lock and let himself in.]

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[He can't quite turn to look at Dick for a moment, silent, and he knows that Dick's right, he knows he should just agree and smooth things out between them right now. But Tim knows he was right in the dream.

When Conner died, Tim tried to reclone him. When Bart died, he thought about trying again. when Bruce died...even before he'd known for certain that it hadn't been death, he'd been so completely unable to accept it. He couldn't grieve anymore, he knew that, but Dick. Dick knew how to grieve, and move on with his life.

He turned, and offered Dick a dry smile.]

I think we promise that every night.

[Dick's smile faltered a little before he just grinned, shaking his head a little bit and laughing softly.]

You know what I meant.

[He was kind of considering just moving on and filling him in on what happened. But it was just hard to shake the image and emotions of everything that had happened, and he pulled Tim into another hug, trying not to sound too choked up.] Just give me a minute, it's been a really weird night. You scared the hell out of me.

[His throat worked as he was pulled into that hug, and he returned it, staring hard at the wall over Dick's shoulder. His eyes stung, but he wouldn't let himself cry.] Yeah, [was all he said, and hugged Dick a little tighter.]

[Dick squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden burn as Tim hugged him tighter and took a shaky deep breath. Tim was fine. And how lucky was he, really, to be able to wake his brother up and hug him and reassure himself that he was fine? He honestly didn't want to imagine what it was like for Dean, whenever that nightmare woke him up and left him realizing Sam was gone. Not just not on the Barge, but actually dead. And he really didn't think he could handle that, not without losing something important.

Eventually, after a long moment, he carefully pulled away, but kept a hand on Tim's shoulder.] Ariadne's got a plan to try and find out what's going on and who or what's causing it. I told her I'd help her out.

[He was thankful for something else to focus on, really, something solution oriented, and nodded.] What is it?

[Dick sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair and wondering if more caffeine would help up his ability to talk about and process all of this.] I know I probably shouldn't have to ask this, but we need to keep this a cone of silence type deal, alright?

[And he's maybe going to be heading over to sit down on your couch, come with.]

Obviously. [But he turns and follows, waiting for Dick to spill.]

[Dick flops down on the couch and launches into the explanation, not entirely sure how he felt about telling Tim about all of it but. Oh well, desperate times.]

Okay, there's this device from her world that links people's subconsciouses and allows them to dream share. Ariadne's asked the Admiral for one and she asked me to go under with her to try and figure out what's going on.

[Well that just sounds like adding problems on top of problems, but. Tim just frowns, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.]

How's that going to work?

You hook yourself up to this machine, via an IV, and I guess if someone besides the two of us are altering the dreamscape, we'll know. [It was sort of a shitty explanation, but he didn't have anything that was much better, if he was being totally honest.]

I think she just needs someone else to do it with her. I trust her.

[He was silent for a long moment, frowning. It was hard to really focus his thoughts; his head was jumping off in a hundred different directions.]

I don't know if I like the sound of that, but. Do you need any help? [He doesn't. actually want to go under at all. :\] Someone to watch the door, anything.

[lol neither does Dick. :V But oh well. Desperate times, and such.]

What I really need is just not to go to sleep until this is all over. I really don't need someone popping in and finding out the codes for the JLA teleporter or something. [He says it like he's joking but this is a legit concern stay out of my head everyone. :|]

I have a never ending supply of coffee.

Ariadne and I are taking bets on how long it'll take for the coffee makers to burn out.

I'll take a couple more days. Twenty Barge Bucks.

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