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[Spam for Sara, backdated to after this log.]

[After dragging himself to the infirmary and getting patched up, Dick had been pretty insistent that he just wanted to go back to his room and sleep it off there rather than being held hostage in the infirmary. So, with doctor's approval, he limped down the hall and, instead of taking the stairs up to the first floor, went right to Sara's room and knocked on the door, too tired to care if anyone else was walking through the hall and wondering why the hell he was wearing blue hospital scrubs with a Batman uniform mostly tucked under one arm, the cape trailing on the floor, and looking like he'd had the crap beaten out of him.

He was holding the boots and cowl in his good hand - the other was in a cast that hopefully wouldn't have to be on too long between magic and the tech they had on board - and after he'd knocked, he carefully moved to prop himself up against the wall to hopefully prevent falling on his ass. Getting up again from that really just sounded awful.]

[Private to Tim]

I just got my ass handed to me by Superboy, so I'm going to be passed out at Sara's for a while. But if you need me for anything, give me a ring.

[Private to Rorschach]

I'm going to be sleeping off a broken wrist and some busted ribs for the next ten or so hours, so feel free to ask Tim if you need anything in the mean time.

[Private to Cass]

[After they've both had some time to recuperate, Dick is realizing they probably need to have a discussion about the whole "Why I was wearing Dad's pajamas" thing.]

We should talk.

[Private to Babs]

I'm guessing you got an update on what happened.

[Spam for Erik]

[Most people would probably think he was a complete idiot for not kicking back and taking it easy after almost getting killed by an out of control alien, but Dick didn't really do downtime and usually started getting a little stir crazy after he'd gotten over the initial period of I just want to sleep for a week and pretend I never have to get out of bed again.

Which was why the day after it had happened, he was up and about as usual, and currently mentally swearing a little over having to balance his lunch tray with one hand. The other was in a cast in a sling to help keep it out of the way, and his ribs still hurt like hell, but it could have gone a lot worse, really, so he pushed aside the discomfort and looked around for somewhere to sit.

He spotted Erik by himself, and - potentially against his better judgment, because it wasn't like you could really just walk up to someone and ask how they were doing because their breach counterpart had really reminded you of your old inmate - he headed over to him and gestured at the seat across from him. Or, you know, as best he could while holding a lunch tray in one arm with his other in a sling.]

Do you mind if I sit here?

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[That wasn't precisely what he expected, and Erik's eyebrows arch just slightly. The parallels are obvious, and he imagines he can understand why Grayson would want to check in on him. But he's never been fond of having people check in on him. It rarely had good connotations.]

I have no intention of forming a drinking habit. [The Barge would break if there was more than one like Stark.] Or smoking my way through the days. I'm fine. [How...do you hold a conversation, Erik doesn't know.]

[Erik, you make Bruce look like a well adjusted, trusting, functional adult. Actually. Wait maybe not. No one can do that.

Still, Dick laughs softly, because that's reassuring to hear.]

Good. [You don't know how to hold a conversation? Well guess what, Dick does and has had a lot of practice forcing people to chat. B|] Not really the best way to spend your time here, from what I've seen.

[WHAT IS THIS CHATTING. Erik shrugs one shoulder, leaning back in his chair.] No. On the other hand, there isn't exactly a good way to spend time here.

Fair point. [He honestly wasn't sure how he'd managed being here for nearing two years without completely losing his mind. One could only beat up punching bags in the gym so many times before it got boring.] What do you do back home?

[He manages not to deadpan. In fact, Erik manages to stay completely deadpan.]

I'm a budding terrorist.

[Dick does not really seem all that bothered by this. No wonder you're bffls with Ivy.]

And what did you do before that?

[He gets why she doesn't like the bats, they're unflappable. B(]

Hunted down war criminals. [More or less. :v He arches an eyebrow, waiting for the next question in this interrogation (Erik, it's a conversation).]

[When you've taken on someone who's pretty much literally Satan and you're good friends with his daughter, it's pretty hard to faze you, it's true.]

Interesting career change. [See, conversation. c:]

[How do you do that Grayson, it's like a superpower :|]

Not really. [He laces his hands together, leaning on the table.] And you are some kind of masked vigilante with a cape. What was your previous profession?

[It is. B) That and staying friends with most of his ex-girlfriends.]

Well, I guess you could say an elementary school student. Before that, I was an acrobat in a popular international traveling circus. [Both of which he's saying pretty casually, because it's actually been kind of liberating, to not have a secret identity anymore. There were still times where it felt pretty weird, but there was really no going back and changing things at this point.] I started getting involved with the whole cape and cowl business when I was nine.

[You should be studied.

Erik just arches his eyebrows at that because Jesus fucking Christ, he and Charles argued about endangering young adults, but this was ridiculous.]

It's a wonder you're still alive.

[It's more or less the reaction most sane people should have when they hear that kind of information, so congratulations, you're sane.]

There have been a couple close calls over the years, but I'm mostly in one piece.

[Well it's always nice to be reminded that he is. B( Erik let's out a breath that's almost a snort, and shakes his head.]

And your - day job?

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