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WHO: Dick and Roy.
WHERE: Rooftop.
WHEN: Sometime in the beginning of January.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Dick is starting to act more and more like Nightwing, somehow. But don't tell him.
FORMAT: Quicklog (AIM)
Roy: [Roy sits on a high rooftop in the city, gazing out at the skyline. He's got his jacket and gloves on, but the tip of his nose is still getting numb... not that he cares. He's in a bit of a depressive slump right now. The Christmas season was a double-edged sword. On one hand, he got closer to his friends here, but on the other, he was reminded of home. Of Dinah and his Titans, not the younger ones here, and of... of Ollie. He still hates Ollie, but for some reason, he thinks back to Christmases past and wonders if maybe it wasn't Ollie's fault, if it was his own that made things go wrong.]
Dick: [Dick's patrolling because he does that a lot and -- well if you want to hide in a city full of superheroes, rooftops might not be the place to go. He spots Roy and makes a weird turn, deploying another line, so he can get there himself. He's not trying to be subtle and he doesn't mind Roy seeing him. Talking to Roy is always a good distractions from boring patrols.]
Roy: [Roy's eyes flick over when Dick comes up and he waves listlessly, but doesn't move otherwise. Instead, he slumps a little, resting his chin on his knees.] What's up?
Dick: [So pretty much everything about Roy's body language is screaming 'I was brooding and am still not feeling good'. Not that this will be stopping Dick from being his annoying self.] Not much. Patrol's slow. What about you? [The way he's asking is making it very obvious that he's expecting a decent answer.]
Roy: About the same, I guess. Just, uh, thinking. [Roy waves his hand in a vague way to indicate that he's not thinking about anything important.]
Dick: [And apparently Roy missed the tone in Dick's voice. That's alright, Roy can be pretty oblivious sometimes.] Yeah, no, you're not waving me away. [He sits down next to Roy, establishing he's not leaving.] I can go with very detailed questions if it'd be easier for you. What're you thinking about?
Roy: [Roy is eternally oblivious, but it's impossible to ignore Dick like this.] Um... I dunno. Home, I guess. [He pauses, then continues, because just that isn't going to satisfy Dick.] I miss it sometimes, but then I feel guilty about missing it. [And by 'it' he means Ollie, really.]
Dick: [Oh. Well -- Dick can at least understand the general feeling. He still gets annoyed by people wanting to leave because he gets egocentric and clingy, but this only serves to make help him understand you can't control how you feel.] You haven't been here that long. It's -- I guess it's normal and all that. I'd tell you it's stupid but it took me forever to get over it, so I know it wouldn't help. You know it's stupid already.
Roy: Yeah... I know. [Roy looks pretty miserable.] I don't know, maybe I'm just really dumb. [He laughs humourlessly.] It'd explain a lot of things about how my life turned out.
Dick: [No. This was not the right thing to say. Have the biggest lineface ever, Roy.] Christ, is this 'my life sucks I need an ego-boost' week?
Roy: [Roy smiles weakly.] Um... I guess? It's after New Year's. Everyone feels shitty after all the holiday stuff.
Dick: [Dick sighs.] Why do I end up being the one having to do these ego-boosts. My ego's not through the roof at all. This sucks. [He leans back, spreading his hands on the roof behind him.] Oooookay. So let's start with the fact your life didn't turn out like crap, you had bumps, you got over them, you're doing great. Issue avoided. And if you're really dumb 'cause you're clinging at your crappy mentor, then I'm really dumb, too. I like to think I'm not so this works both ways. Ain't that awesome. [All of this said in a 'you are incredibly annoying and I'm right' tone.]
Roy: [Roy shrugs.] Hey, you don't have to do this, you know. We could just sulk together. It'd be a bonding experience or something. [Still, he puts some thought into what Dick says, considering it.] Well... I guess. But you've got a non-crappy mentor. I... don't anymore. [Hell, he misses Hawkeye.]
Dick: I'm not seeing that much of Batman, y'know. I spend like, 90% of my time with the Titans. It's not... okay maybe that'll sound stupid, but I don't feel I really need a mentor anymore, I need friends and I've got that. And I'm totally happy with that. [He still leans over, grasping at Roy's shoulder softly.] I'm sorry about Hawkeye, though.
Roy: Yeah, I guess... [Roy curls in just a little more, feeling weak for not being able to let go of that hope for a father figure.] It's okay. Not much you can do about it, right? The porter does what it wants to do.
Dick: [He's not doing good, here. He wants to help out, even though he has no idea how.] Doesn't stop be from being sorry. [He doesn't move his hand away, letting an uncomfortable silence settle around them.]
Roy: Guess so. [Roy nods, then huffs a sigh because, okay, he knows he's making Dick feel down and that just crossed the line there.] I'll get over it soon.
Dick: Aww, man. [Dick's frown is sad, now.] Okay, do we need to do the therapy thing, too?
Roy: Therapy thing? [Roy cocks his head to the side, curious.]
Dick: You say something cool about yourself, I comment on it, I say something, you comment, and we keep doing that until we're both feeling good about ourselves. [He waves his hand around a little.] I did it with Beast Boy. Didn't really work.
Roy: [Roy smirks a little.] If it didn't really work, why're we doing it now?
Dick: We don't have to. I was just screwing around. [He linefaces again.] But seriously, try finding something cool about yourself.
Roy: Okay... um. [Roy throws out, at random.] I'm the best there is here at archery?
Dick: The question mark sucks but yeah, you are. Not sure how that chick would feel about you saying that, though. [He's smiling a little, bumping against Roy.]
Roy: [Roy smirks, then.] Oh, Hawkeye'd totally deny it, but I've got better speed and accuracy than her. More experience, y'know? She's good, but she hasn't been doing this long enough.
Dick: [Dick's smile grows bigger, borderline affectionate.] I can still kick your ass hand-to-hand.
Roy: [Raised eyebrow, then a small nod.] Yeah, you totally can. My body doesn't twist like yours does. It's like you're made out of rubber or something, you crazy freak. [Friendly shoulderpunch goes here.]
Dick: If you'd went for close-combat instead of archery, you'd be pretty kick-ass yourself. Not with the same fighting-style at all, but you're still good and you've got what it'd take. [He means it, but he's also only bringing it up because Roy's down. Not like Roy will realise, he's too oblivious.]
Roy: [Roy smiles a little.] Yeah, well, if you ever put your effort into archery, it'd probably end up the same way. [He thinks about this a little bit.] We're both pretty kick-ass when it comes to fighting. It's why we're Titans. [He offers a fist for a brotherly fist bump.]
Dick: [There's a less-awkward silence following that, during which Dick just stares at nothing.] You can always talk to me about Ollie, you know that, right? I mean -- I'm probably the one who'd understand the most. [A beat.] I still had my doubts about, well, being the one who'd always screwed up. Until I was ported back. [He hasn't talked about this to anyone, yet.]
Roy: [Roy bites his lip.] Yeah... I will. [It's all the same stuff, really, just popping up at different times.] You... d'you wanna talk about that? [He feels a little bad for not asking about that earlier, but... really, bringing up that topic had always been up to Dick.]
Dick: Not really. [He shrugs.] There's not much to tell. He was okay when I was there but he was still... himself. It's not the easiest thing to explain. [He purses his lips.] He was still a jerk.
Roy: [Roy nods.] That... yeah, I sort of get what you mean. Ollie was like that too, I guess. He tried to be good sometimes, but then he'd end up getting distracted.
Dick: It was just the first time I saw him after learning about -- [having a fucked future... hmm...] I mean, after getting he was crap. Getting perspective. I'd never even considered it before. He was just... Batman.
Roy: Huh... [Roy nods, not noticing Dick's slip up.] Yeah, that makes sense.
Dick: See? I think the reason I don't talk about this stuff is not that I'm shy or reserved or whatever. It's just that explaining it is impossible.
Roy: Heh. Yeah, you're right. People don't really get it, I guess... they've never really seen it, so they don't understand what's really wrong.
Dick: It's not just that but. Yeah. [He sighs.] Anyway, are you done emo-ing?
Roy: ... I guess. [Roy smiles a little.] Guess I just needed someone to snap me out of it.
Dick: I'm always gonna be there to do just that. No fear. [Here, have more smiling. DICK IS SMILING SO MUCH IN THE LAST MONTHS what is this.]
Roy: [This is a Batman-less state, is what] If you say so, man. [Roy pushes himself up onto his feet, then offers Dick a hand.] You wanna go back in?
Dick: [Dick takes it and gets up, too.] I still have patrol time. Theoretically.
Roy: Well, can I join you? [He's not needy or anything, he just wants some company.]
Dick: [Dick grins and nods.] Hey, sure, patrolling with someone's always way better.
Roy: Awright! [Roy pumps both his hands up in a victory V.] Point the way, then!
WHERE: Rooftop.
WHEN: Sometime in the beginning of January.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Dick is starting to act more and more like Nightwing, somehow. But don't tell him.
FORMAT: Quicklog (AIM)
Roy: [Roy sits on a high rooftop in the city, gazing out at the skyline. He's got his jacket and gloves on, but the tip of his nose is still getting numb... not that he cares. He's in a bit of a depressive slump right now. The Christmas season was a double-edged sword. On one hand, he got closer to his friends here, but on the other, he was reminded of home. Of Dinah and his Titans, not the younger ones here, and of... of Ollie. He still hates Ollie, but for some reason, he thinks back to Christmases past and wonders if maybe it wasn't Ollie's fault, if it was his own that made things go wrong.]
Dick: [Dick's patrolling because he does that a lot and -- well if you want to hide in a city full of superheroes, rooftops might not be the place to go. He spots Roy and makes a weird turn, deploying another line, so he can get there himself. He's not trying to be subtle and he doesn't mind Roy seeing him. Talking to Roy is always a good distractions from boring patrols.]
Roy: [Roy's eyes flick over when Dick comes up and he waves listlessly, but doesn't move otherwise. Instead, he slumps a little, resting his chin on his knees.] What's up?
Dick: [So pretty much everything about Roy's body language is screaming 'I was brooding and am still not feeling good'. Not that this will be stopping Dick from being his annoying self.] Not much. Patrol's slow. What about you? [The way he's asking is making it very obvious that he's expecting a decent answer.]
Roy: About the same, I guess. Just, uh, thinking. [Roy waves his hand in a vague way to indicate that he's not thinking about anything important.]
Dick: [And apparently Roy missed the tone in Dick's voice. That's alright, Roy can be pretty oblivious sometimes.] Yeah, no, you're not waving me away. [He sits down next to Roy, establishing he's not leaving.] I can go with very detailed questions if it'd be easier for you. What're you thinking about?
Roy: [Roy is eternally oblivious, but it's impossible to ignore Dick like this.] Um... I dunno. Home, I guess. [He pauses, then continues, because just that isn't going to satisfy Dick.] I miss it sometimes, but then I feel guilty about missing it. [And by 'it' he means Ollie, really.]
Dick: [Oh. Well -- Dick can at least understand the general feeling. He still gets annoyed by people wanting to leave because he gets egocentric and clingy, but this only serves to make help him understand you can't control how you feel.] You haven't been here that long. It's -- I guess it's normal and all that. I'd tell you it's stupid but it took me forever to get over it, so I know it wouldn't help. You know it's stupid already.
Roy: Yeah... I know. [Roy looks pretty miserable.] I don't know, maybe I'm just really dumb. [He laughs humourlessly.] It'd explain a lot of things about how my life turned out.
Dick: [No. This was not the right thing to say. Have the biggest lineface ever, Roy.] Christ, is this 'my life sucks I need an ego-boost' week?
Roy: [Roy smiles weakly.] Um... I guess? It's after New Year's. Everyone feels shitty after all the holiday stuff.
Dick: [Dick sighs.] Why do I end up being the one having to do these ego-boosts. My ego's not through the roof at all. This sucks. [He leans back, spreading his hands on the roof behind him.] Oooookay. So let's start with the fact your life didn't turn out like crap, you had bumps, you got over them, you're doing great. Issue avoided. And if you're really dumb 'cause you're clinging at your crappy mentor, then I'm really dumb, too. I like to think I'm not so this works both ways. Ain't that awesome. [All of this said in a 'you are incredibly annoying and I'm right' tone.]
Roy: [Roy shrugs.] Hey, you don't have to do this, you know. We could just sulk together. It'd be a bonding experience or something. [Still, he puts some thought into what Dick says, considering it.] Well... I guess. But you've got a non-crappy mentor. I... don't anymore. [Hell, he misses Hawkeye.]
Dick: I'm not seeing that much of Batman, y'know. I spend like, 90% of my time with the Titans. It's not... okay maybe that'll sound stupid, but I don't feel I really need a mentor anymore, I need friends and I've got that. And I'm totally happy with that. [He still leans over, grasping at Roy's shoulder softly.] I'm sorry about Hawkeye, though.
Roy: Yeah, I guess... [Roy curls in just a little more, feeling weak for not being able to let go of that hope for a father figure.] It's okay. Not much you can do about it, right? The porter does what it wants to do.
Dick: [He's not doing good, here. He wants to help out, even though he has no idea how.] Doesn't stop be from being sorry. [He doesn't move his hand away, letting an uncomfortable silence settle around them.]
Roy: Guess so. [Roy nods, then huffs a sigh because, okay, he knows he's making Dick feel down and that just crossed the line there.] I'll get over it soon.
Dick: Aww, man. [Dick's frown is sad, now.] Okay, do we need to do the therapy thing, too?
Roy: Therapy thing? [Roy cocks his head to the side, curious.]
Dick: You say something cool about yourself, I comment on it, I say something, you comment, and we keep doing that until we're both feeling good about ourselves. [He waves his hand around a little.] I did it with Beast Boy. Didn't really work.
Roy: [Roy smirks a little.] If it didn't really work, why're we doing it now?
Dick: We don't have to. I was just screwing around. [He linefaces again.] But seriously, try finding something cool about yourself.
Roy: Okay... um. [Roy throws out, at random.] I'm the best there is here at archery?
Dick: The question mark sucks but yeah, you are. Not sure how that chick would feel about you saying that, though. [He's smiling a little, bumping against Roy.]
Roy: [Roy smirks, then.] Oh, Hawkeye'd totally deny it, but I've got better speed and accuracy than her. More experience, y'know? She's good, but she hasn't been doing this long enough.
Dick: [Dick's smile grows bigger, borderline affectionate.] I can still kick your ass hand-to-hand.
Roy: [Raised eyebrow, then a small nod.] Yeah, you totally can. My body doesn't twist like yours does. It's like you're made out of rubber or something, you crazy freak. [Friendly shoulderpunch goes here.]
Dick: If you'd went for close-combat instead of archery, you'd be pretty kick-ass yourself. Not with the same fighting-style at all, but you're still good and you've got what it'd take. [He means it, but he's also only bringing it up because Roy's down. Not like Roy will realise, he's too oblivious.]
Roy: [Roy smiles a little.] Yeah, well, if you ever put your effort into archery, it'd probably end up the same way. [He thinks about this a little bit.] We're both pretty kick-ass when it comes to fighting. It's why we're Titans. [He offers a fist for a brotherly fist bump.]
Dick: [There's a less-awkward silence following that, during which Dick just stares at nothing.] You can always talk to me about Ollie, you know that, right? I mean -- I'm probably the one who'd understand the most. [A beat.] I still had my doubts about, well, being the one who'd always screwed up. Until I was ported back. [He hasn't talked about this to anyone, yet.]
Roy: [Roy bites his lip.] Yeah... I will. [It's all the same stuff, really, just popping up at different times.] You... d'you wanna talk about that? [He feels a little bad for not asking about that earlier, but... really, bringing up that topic had always been up to Dick.]
Dick: Not really. [He shrugs.] There's not much to tell. He was okay when I was there but he was still... himself. It's not the easiest thing to explain. [He purses his lips.] He was still a jerk.
Roy: [Roy nods.] That... yeah, I sort of get what you mean. Ollie was like that too, I guess. He tried to be good sometimes, but then he'd end up getting distracted.
Dick: It was just the first time I saw him after learning about -- [having a fucked future... hmm...] I mean, after getting he was crap. Getting perspective. I'd never even considered it before. He was just... Batman.
Roy: Huh... [Roy nods, not noticing Dick's slip up.] Yeah, that makes sense.
Dick: See? I think the reason I don't talk about this stuff is not that I'm shy or reserved or whatever. It's just that explaining it is impossible.
Roy: Heh. Yeah, you're right. People don't really get it, I guess... they've never really seen it, so they don't understand what's really wrong.
Dick: It's not just that but. Yeah. [He sighs.] Anyway, are you done emo-ing?
Roy: ... I guess. [Roy smiles a little.] Guess I just needed someone to snap me out of it.
Dick: I'm always gonna be there to do just that. No fear. [Here, have more smiling. DICK IS SMILING SO MUCH IN THE LAST MONTHS what is this.]
Roy: [This is a Batman-less state, is what] If you say so, man. [Roy pushes himself up onto his feet, then offers Dick a hand.] You wanna go back in?
Dick: [Dick takes it and gets up, too.] I still have patrol time. Theoretically.
Roy: Well, can I join you? [He's not needy or anything, he just wants some company.]
Dick: [Dick grins and nods.] Hey, sure, patrolling with someone's always way better.
Roy: Awright! [Roy pumps both his hands up in a victory V.] Point the way, then!