Ooh, how'm I gonna get over you?
Who: Dick Grayson and Roy Harper
When: Monday at Midnight
Where: Suite 8, Room D
Summary: Dick comes back to find there's no gravity, Babs is still dead, and a Termination List he never wants to ever read again. Roy gets to see it all.
Rating: R to be safe
Warnings: Language, Conversation topic around Reavers, Death, and more depressing crap
The first thing that apparently had to happen was Dick hitting his head against something. Well, okay. Hitting his head against the top of the bunk bed isn't common. It takes him a second, two seconds, to realize that things seem to be amiss. Namely the gravity. Well, isn't that peachy. "Fuck."
He felt terrible in so many ways possible. As soon as he was conscious enough to start thinking, the memories of Haven swarmed back onto his mind. Superman dying. Babs...Oh dear god Babs. She...He. He couldn't stop them. He watched them and he couldn't do anything. He quickly took out his 'berry to score the network. He was sure Babs would have posted to the network as soon as she was alive. He should too honestly, but it wasn't a priority at the moment. No posts from her. No posts from Superman either. But he stopped at the observations. He didn't bother reading them. He never did. No, he was staring at the termination list and the line above it. Dick wasn't even sure if his mind was registering the numbers anymore. Knives. Atlee. Power Girl. Teammates. Friends. They were gone. But the numbers that stood out the most? Bruce's room number.
His grip on the 'berry loosened until it started to float away from him. He could care less about where it went at this point. He just curled up and started sobbing. It's ironic that he's floating, but his mood has hit rock bottom at this point.
When: Monday at Midnight
Where: Suite 8, Room D
Summary: Dick comes back to find there's no gravity, Babs is still dead, and a Termination List he never wants to ever read again. Roy gets to see it all.
Rating: R to be safe
Warnings: Language, Conversation topic around Reavers, Death, and more depressing crap
The first thing that apparently had to happen was Dick hitting his head against something. Well, okay. Hitting his head against the top of the bunk bed isn't common. It takes him a second, two seconds, to realize that things seem to be amiss. Namely the gravity. Well, isn't that peachy. "Fuck."
He felt terrible in so many ways possible. As soon as he was conscious enough to start thinking, the memories of Haven swarmed back onto his mind. Superman dying. Babs...Oh dear god Babs. She...He. He couldn't stop them. He watched them and he couldn't do anything. He quickly took out his 'berry to score the network. He was sure Babs would have posted to the network as soon as she was alive. He should too honestly, but it wasn't a priority at the moment. No posts from her. No posts from Superman either. But he stopped at the observations. He didn't bother reading them. He never did. No, he was staring at the termination list and the line above it. Dick wasn't even sure if his mind was registering the numbers anymore. Knives. Atlee. Power Girl. Teammates. Friends. They were gone. But the numbers that stood out the most? Bruce's room number.
His grip on the 'berry loosened until it started to float away from him. He could care less about where it went at this point. He just curled up and started sobbing. It's ironic that he's floating, but his mood has hit rock bottom at this point.