Dick Grayson
04 February 2013 @ 04:05 pm
133 [spam/voice]  
[Slightly Backdated Spam for Babs]

( Is it bright where you are? Have the people changed? )

[Public, Present Dated]

I'm going home for a couple days to make sure the Admiral actually followed through on our deal. I don't plan on being gone for too long, but we all know how reliable the Admiral is with this kind of thing, so. Hopefully I'll see you all again in about a week.

[Private to Rorschach]

I know this must seem kind of scary, to be in charge of someone else's well being and everything, but I wasn't kidding when I said I thought you'd be a good warden. I've got a lot of faith that you'll be able to help him, so try not to be too hard on yourself. [And don't fuck it up. :V]

I'll be back soon. I'm asking Tim to keep an eye on Jinks while I'm gone, but if you want to come over to raid the kitchen, try picking the lock instead of breaking down the door, unless you want to just ask the Admiral to fix it after you leave.

[Private to Tim]

Any chance you can check on Jinks for me while I'm gone? I'd bring him with me, but I'm not actually sure where I'm living right now and I don't know how Alfred would feel about needing to pick up after a cat while I apartment hunt.

[ooc: And Dick will be on hiatus checking in on everything back home until about the 11th or 12th! He's in his room if anyone wants to spam him.]
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Dick Grayson
27 January 2013 @ 11:25 pm
132 [voice]  
So, in lighter news, Rorschach's graduated. I would have made an announcement earlier, but I was a little held up. [Completely freaking out and hallucinating. :V

He continues, trying to be a little teasing, because he's actually super proud of him and doesn't want this to turn into some kind of horrible ASKJFG RICHARD WHY >C thing.]

I'd say everyone should tell him congratulations, but I'm pretty sure that would just embarrass him.

[Warden Filter]

Who's investigating what happened?

[Filtered to Tim, Steph and Babs]

Are you guys okay?

[Private to Bruce]

[Dick hesitates for a few seconds before speaking, because lol. lol.]

... I need to ask a favor.
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Dick Grayson
23 December 2012 @ 11:47 pm
129 [text]  
[Private to the Admiral]

( Gift list for Sara, Dean, Rorschach, Cass, Steph, Babs, Kon, Ivy, Zev, Clark, Tony, Steve, Leslie, Iris and Bruce. )

[ooc: Pretend this was before port ended. /o\]
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Dick Grayson
25 October 2012 @ 02:14 pm
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.
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Dick Grayson
29 September 2012 @ 02:59 pm
121 [spam/voice]  
[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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