Dick Grayson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
batmanschmatman) wrote2012-10-25 02:14 pm
batmanschmatman) wrote2012-10-25 02:14 pm
Entry tags:
- [game]: lastvoyages,
- [verse]: canon,
- babs complicates things,
- cass i'm sorry i'm a terrible brother :c,
- cassie is donna's tim,
- cindy & marsha are the best bradys,
- dean my name is not a penis joke,
- dick has issues,
- fml who invited ivy here,
- i hate the barge,
- i have the best little brother,
- i'm the goddamn batman apparently,
- mirrorverse causes ptsd,
- sara and i are totally normal cops,
- shadows of the bat,
- steph's my long lost kid sister,
- this bruce is a psycho,
- why is superboy an inmate
124 [voice/spam]
[Warden Filter]
[Dick's gone back and forth on saying something public about this, because while he's still kind of freaking out about this and knows this isn't his Bruce, he still feels weird basically siding with the other wardens/the good of the Barge instead of him. This wasn't exactly the father/son reunion he was expecting. :c] That isn't the Bruce Wayne from our world. If he says anything to anyone that gives you reason to be concerned, I want to know about it immediately.
[This is legitimate, okay, he's already talking about staging an escape attempt. B(]
[Filtered to the DC Cast]
I need you to tell me everything he told you. [This is an order, not a suggestion. :|]
[Private to Dean]
...
[Private to Sara]
...
[He was going to message you both, but he really doesn't know what he wants to say, and there's a pressing issue he needs to deal with right now.]
[Spam for Tim]
[Dick isn't honestly sure how he's processing all of this. He's angry, he's frustrated, he feels like he's running on adrenaline but doesn't have anything to do with it, which means he's been pacing and kind of shaky the entire time he's been talking to Bruce. It's stupid, he knows it's stupid to get this worked up over the Barge throwing something like this at him, and really, with all the different realities out there, he probably should have been anticipating it. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with, and it doesn't change the fact that he's seen what that kind of psychotic break does to someone like them, and he's never really actually... dealt with the fact that he'd been killed by someone with a pretty similar mindset.
At least this time, the crazy murderous Batman apparently wasn't planning on holding a gun on him any time soon.
Which is actually the more pressing issue he needs to deal with right now, so, message composed and posted, Dick tosses his comm down and head out of his room down the hallway and knocks at Tim's door impatiently.]
It's me.
[Dick's gone back and forth on saying something public about this, because while he's still kind of freaking out about this and knows this isn't his Bruce, he still feels weird basically siding with the other wardens/the good of the Barge instead of him. This wasn't exactly the father/son reunion he was expecting. :c] That isn't the Bruce Wayne from our world. If he says anything to anyone that gives you reason to be concerned, I want to know about it immediately.
[This is legitimate, okay, he's already talking about staging an escape attempt. B(]
[Filtered to the DC Cast]
I need you to tell me everything he told you. [This is an order, not a suggestion. :|]
...
[Private to Sara]
...
[He was going to message you both, but he really doesn't know what he wants to say, and there's a pressing issue he needs to deal with right now.]
[Spam for Tim]
[Dick isn't honestly sure how he's processing all of this. He's angry, he's frustrated, he feels like he's running on adrenaline but doesn't have anything to do with it, which means he's been pacing and kind of shaky the entire time he's been talking to Bruce. It's stupid, he knows it's stupid to get this worked up over the Barge throwing something like this at him, and really, with all the different realities out there, he probably should have been anticipating it. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with, and it doesn't change the fact that he's seen what that kind of psychotic break does to someone like them, and he's never really actually... dealt with the fact that he'd been killed by someone with a pretty similar mindset.
At least this time, the crazy murderous Batman apparently wasn't planning on holding a gun on him any time soon.
Which is actually the more pressing issue he needs to deal with right now, so, message composed and posted, Dick tosses his comm down and head out of his room down the hallway and knocks at Tim's door impatiently.]
It's me.
[Spam]
Somehow he held in a groan at the explanation - it was a good plan, all things considered, something he'd probably approve of if he could look at it clinically - but he couldn't. He just couldn't, not yet, and that left a sour taste in his mouth.]
I know, [he said quietly, nodding.] I don't plan on needing a buffer. [Because he was going to keep as much of the ship between them as he could, damn it.]
[Spam]
And that was, honestly, kind of a relief. It was a small ship, all things considered, so keeping them really away from each other in the first place would be difficult, and Tim actively staying away increased the chances of Dick successfully keeping things that way.]
I know. But I just wanted to make sure you know that's on the table.
[He also figured it went without saying that he hadn't told anyone about what had happened last August, and he wasn't planning on letting the rest of the Gotham crowd know about it. It was too complicated and personal to get into, and if he was really being serious, he really hadn't actually dealt with the issues at all, and he wasn't interested in it suddenly being the hot topic of discussion for everyone else to go on about.]
[Spam]
Dick didn't need to say it; the people that Tim might be okay with knowing weren't really here. Either not from the right time, or from the right universe. Kon wasn't Conner, he'd never tell Rose, and maybe, maybe he could tell Cassie, and he's forgiven her for not believing him in Gotham and for trying to do Dick's dirty work, but he can't forget it, either.
It's much, much too personal to explain to anyone, in the end. Because he'd have to lie, and say it's a possible future, or I'm sure I stopped it from happening. Because he doesn't really think he did.
Pushing a hand through his hair, Tim lets out a breath, and nods again.] Thanks, for telling her that.
[He presses his lips tight together, tries to ignore how badly he doesn't want to talk right now.] I'm gonna be all right, Dick. I'm not planning on a heart to heart anytime soon.