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Hayley, I'm a vigilante, not a sketch ball.

... That's the second time I've used that joke in the last forty eight hours.

A "sketch ball?" Is that some 80's slang or something?

Just be happy I haven't reverted back to my sixties slang.

Oh I am.

I give you full permission to tase me if the need arises, okay?

You should be careful with that kind of permission, bird man. You don't even know why I'm an inmate.

Edited 2011-01-11 03:28 (UTC)

No, but I do know it's far from the worst thing you could do to me.

Probably true.

Try not to get mauled by any left over Aztecs in the dining hall.

I do have smoke bombs, just in case.

You still need to tell me about how that went down, by the way.

Maybe we can talk about it tonight, after you fill me in on all the crazy thoughts you've been having.

Don't worry, I remember our deal.

Anything else? Or can I get back to my real life for awhile before I'm knocking on your door?

Go back to your real life. I should... I should probably take a nap or something.

Have a good sleep.

Thanks.

[And Hayley knocked at Dick's door a couple minutes after 10, cup of coffee in her hand, taser in her back pocket like usual. She was still unusually nervous about seeing him, not used to people being what they seemed to be -- which, despite his occupation, Dick was more than any of her inmate friends. The girl waited awkwardly in the hall, glancing around and kind of hoping no one saw her.]

[After making sure Tim wasn't about to commit murder, checking to see that Steph wasn't totally caught in a downward spiral, and wondering why exactly this kind of thing seemed to happen all the time, Dick had sort of been at the end of his rope and sort of just wanted to curl up in a ball and forget about everything for a little while. Fortunately, the nap helped, and so by the time he drags himself to the door, he's feeling a lot less like crap. He'd changed out of his wet clothes after finding Steph in CES, and while he's still pretty obviously not feeling 100%, at least he's mobile.

He pulled the door open and immediately stepped aside so Hayley could enter.] Hi.

[Hayley's excited smile immediately altered into a concerned frown when she saw him. The inmate offered greetings as she moved inside, anxious to be out of the hallways; after the Aztec rampage, she preferred to avoid them.]

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look so good." [Dick looked sick, he looked tired, and if he felt half as worn down as he appeared, then the girl was half-inclined to insist on spending a night or two to keep any visitors away until he recovered.]

[He managed a grim smile, rubbing a hand over his eyes, wincing as he aggravated some of the bruises left over from the Aztec's weapon.] I'm a lot better then most the rest of the people on board.

[Still, he did kind of feel a little miserable, so instead of lingering in the door way he walked back over to sit down on his bed, back against the wall. The room was kind of a mess, but the small couch across from the bed was pretty void of his stuff, as was the coffee table. He'd been trying to make an effort to keep things a little cleaner since his misadventure with the misplaced shuriken.]

[Hayley waited to move beyond the entrance until Dick had closed the door. Or, rather, that was her intention. When he moved to his bed without touching the door, she walked over and closed and locked it herself. It was a sort of compulsion she had developed on the Barge, never having experienced anything horrifying locked inside a room, but always out and about. She offered Dick a weak smile as she moved over to the couch, trying to explain in as few words as possible.] "I trust you more than I trust them."

[The inmate took a seat on the bit of his couch that wasn't covered, though she couldn't help but start to rummage through the heaps of clothes and gear, curious what she might find.] "You should lay down, unless that's more comfortable. Whenever you want to start talking, I'll just be listening."

[That got another grin out of the vigilante. Even if it wasn't really a compliment - because seriously them could be anyone, including apparently psycho Aztecs who wanted to rip your hearts out - he still totally understood the compulsion.] After what just happened? I don't blame you.

[He shrugged, looking down hesitantly at the bed. He was pretty sure if he actually got comfortable he'd fall asleep, and lying down and talking about his problems kind of made this feel like therapy. And Dick wasn't really into that.] I'm okay. What did you want to talk about?

[Hayley shrugged, finally straightening and sitting still for the moment to look over at him. It seemed obvious, but if he wanted an outline, she was happy to provide him with one.] "What happened after I bandaged you up, how you got the rest of the cuts, what happened to your friends, how you're recovering, why you hate Roman so much, maybe some of the history there.. or, you know, why I caught a glimpse of you wearing fingerless gloves and looking like a rebel without a cause with a bunch of mafiosos when I flicked through that Black Mask comic. Whatever you want."

[She flashed him an exaggerated smile, a mixture between sarcasm and lighthearted teasing.]

[Dick blinked, processing all of that. He'd been sort of worried that the comic book she'd already mentioned was going to include that. It was really creepy knowing that just anyone could show up and tell him about all that, about Bludhaven -

So not going there right now. He'd had enough trauma for one day. He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing slightly.] It's kind of a long story. [Meaning the comic book thing. Might as well start with the worst part, right?]

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