Dick Grayson (
batmanschmatman) wrote2011-01-20 11:33 am
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[Dick is wandering around the house, which is a nice, normal looking place. He's particularly focusing on the family photos and any other traces of the people who apparently really live here who happen to look... just like him and some other Barge people. Including apparently Wally. And Tim. Who are both the wrong ages.]
I'm still in the "this could be worse" stage, but not gonna lie, this is pretty freaky. I think I'm a cop. And maybe ten years older.
So, guess we should have a sound off? Who else is totally wigging out a little over this?
... And anyone seen Wally? I think he's [Dear god this is so weird.] my kid.
[Private to Costigan]
You make it off the Barge? You seem to be a popular guest star in some of these pictures. [Meaning it looks like they're both cops. Which is. Fun.]
[ooc: Housemates, neighbors and whoever else are more then welcome to spam. <3]
I'm still in the "this could be worse" stage, but not gonna lie, this is pretty freaky. I think I'm a cop. And maybe ten years older.
So, guess we should have a sound off? Who else is totally wigging out a little over this?
... And anyone seen Wally? I think he's [Dear god this is so weird.] my kid.
[Private to Costigan]
You make it off the Barge? You seem to be a popular guest star in some of these pictures. [Meaning it looks like they're both cops. Which is. Fun.]
[ooc: Housemates, neighbors and whoever else are more then welcome to spam. <3]
Spam - The multiverse likes raining on your parade, huh Costigan?
Which actually wasn't as weird as he'd thought it would be, at least, initially. Again, thanks to someone's 'always be prepared' philosophy, he knew where to look and where it was likely the inmate's counterpart would hide more of his stash, and a good dose of healthy suspicion made him expand that search's radius to the point of where he was thoroughly investigating just about every inch of the house.
And everything was pretty much as he expected. He found another bottle of pills and promptly flushed that too, but nothing was too out of the ordinary until he was on the second floor. He opened the door to the next room - having already tackled the bathroom - and immediately stopped, staring. It took a moment for his mind to unstick before he found his voice.] Uh, Bill? You might want to come up here.
Spam
"Yeah, alright." [He called finally, setting the glass on the counter and trudging slowly up the stairs with a sense of dread. Glancing around, he looked for movement of light or shadows.] "Where are you?"
[At the warden's reply, he moved forward down the hall to step into the room beside him and froze just as promptly. His throat was immediately dry and he swallowed the lump there but still could not speak again.]
Spam
And that was, more or less, what he was looking at now, only this time, it was worse.
It was a kid's room.
He looked over at the inmate quickly before looking back at the room, suddenly feeling like he'd done the same thing - stumbled into something intensely personal without realizing it.]
Spam
The photo was of he and Madolyn and a kid who looked too much like him. He had wondered sometimes if Madolyn was pregnant, the time he had felt her stomach that night she told him they couldn't be together. Had wondered if it was his kid, even though she surely slept with Sullivan as much. But this..
The inmate heaved again, then wiped his mouth on the shoulder of his sleeve, glancing over to his warden and knowing the man would be worried. Without skipping a beat, he started walking toward the door again. He just had to get out of that room.]
Spam
As soon as Costigan was back in the hallway, he shut the door firmly. If he was Bruce - or maybe even Tim - he might have gone in to investigate further, try to figure out everything he could about this other life, but he couldn't do it. He was a detective, but he understood people, and this was not the time or the place to be rooting around in this apparent mausoleum.
His throat finally unstuck, even though his voice was a little strained, growing stronger as he finished the question.] I know... that this is a stupid question, but are you okay?
Spam
The former undercover said nothing else as he walked down the hall and headed toward the stairs to go get some water and wash his mouth out. He should probably change shirts too, but maybe after he cleaned up. After all, the both of them had smelled enough vomit to last a lifetime and Costigan would rather go without the scent some more if he could help it.]
Spam
He settled for avoiding the direct topic of potential conversation.] You don't have to go back in there, I can do it.
Spam
The inmate grabbed the water he'd had before, taking in a mouthful, swirling it around a little, and spitting it back out into the sink. He did it once more before finally swallowing a mouthful, listening to Dick but taking his time in responding.]
"It's okay, kid. You've been cleaning up after me for a week. I got this." [He didn't think about the change in nicknames because it often wasn't a conscious choice. 'Guy' was respectful; 'kid' was still affectionate, but with an insinuation of something a little less empathetic.
Spam
[He wasn't really sure what else to do, so instead of leaving or going back to ripping apart the house, he just... loitered. He knew it was incredibly unlikely that the inmate would want to talk about what had happened, especially if the photo had provoked such a violent reaction, but if he did, he wanted to be there.]
Spam
He wasn't sure why the guy was staying with him so much. It wasn't like they were living together and, at some point, Dick would have to go whether he liked it or not. Partially to get his warden off his back and partially because he sincerely wanted it, Costigan asked, "Think you can finish up your house search in the other rooms while I do this?"
Spam
He still had questions, and the detective inside him was starting to nag at him to ask said questions, but he wasn't going to. Again, he wasn't Bruce, and this wasn't even real life. Counterparts, just a projection, whatever it was, if Costigan wanted to talk about it, fine. If he didn't, Dick wasn't going to push him unless it became a problem.]