It's part not giving in & part trusting your friends... [IN PROG]
WHO: Dick & Roy; later Jason.
WHAT: Brooding Bats, Dick being his namesake, and poor poor Roy's left playing mediator.
WHERE: Market way; later Casa de Boy Murderers
WHEN: 5 days into 'Stevie's' coma.
Roy: *was totally not idling in this path, oh hey*
Dick: *Caught wide eyed. He's not really in a people-y mood today, not even for an old friend.* Hey. *Keeps walking*
Roy: *doubletake* Hey. Hey! *jogging to get alongside* Jimmy. What gives?
Dick: Nothing. Just. It's nothing. *for a moment there he considers telling Roy, but. Bats are part of one family, and Roy is a part of another. They don't mesh. But Tim... is from a whole new family, one just as important.* I'll catch you later, okay?
Roy: *oh the hell it is. Catching at Dick's arm.* No, I think I've caught you now. And while I have, you might as well take the opportunity.
Dick: *You know he appreciates this, but really he doesn't want to talk about it* Not now. We'll talk, but right now I've gotta be somewhere.
Roy: Oh, yeah? *sounds like an excuse. Dogged* So name a time.
Dick: Later, Roy, I promise. *tugging free* Now please, I promised I'd be there.
Roy: *lets go, because. please? Oh, something's really wrong.* ... After. *firm*
Dick: *You got it. He promised Tim - unconscious or not - that he'd be back before dinner* Yeah, sure.
Roy: *watches him go* 8|
Dick: *on a mission B| 'cept you know there's more brow pinching and worry*
Roy: *hates those kind of missions*
Dick: *He'll probably end up on your doorstep in a couple of hours, looking all crestfallen.*
Roy: *takes one look, pulls him in, goes to get beer.*
Dick: *whuffs down onto the couch.*
Roy: *slumps down next to, hands a bottle, and sticks one foot up.*
Dick: Thanks *takes that, putting it to his lips a moment before taking a drink. Relaxing finally.*
Roy: *Tips a short drink from his own, and shifts. Body contact is second nature and it's normal to have plenty.*
Dick: *appreciating it. silently. for srs. Nursing that beer, then hey, he narrows his eyes at a pair of boots laying across the floor.* Where is he? *Jason.*
Roy: *shrug.* Doesn't stay in.
Roy: This about him? *swig*
Dick: *non-committal huff. Also swigging. Expression definitely having soured*
Roy: *snort. Swishes the bottle around, nudges.*
Dick: *Contact is one thing, nudging is another. Don't it again ...not gonna stop you leaning though.* No, it's not. . . . *shifts, sitting up and putting that bottle between his knees* It's Tim.
Roy: *That's... never not serious.* Yeah?
Roy: That's ominous.
Dick: *Excuse him while he ignores that last part* He won't wake up.
Roy: *swallows. Puts the beer down.* Which means?
Dick: I- *shakes his head* I don't know. *Not very often you'll hear him say that, is it?*
Roy: *No. Which is why the words never fail to give him a little chill.* Jesus. How long?
Dick: *fingers the bottle neck absently* He's been out 5 days. That's 2 days longer than anyone else.
Roy: Well, hell. *picks up beer again, slumps back into Dick, offering support* And us without our telepath.
Dick: *Roy gets himself a quick, sharp and surprised look, but it's only a moment before Dick remembers Roy doesn't know about Lilith.* ...Aisling says not to worry. *grim.* That he's dreaming.
Roy: *a quick, sharp, and querying look gets fired right back, but this is obviously not the time. Damn. Gotta remember that.* ... Damn long feature. *swig*
Dick: If he knows anything more he's not saying it.
Roy: And he's the only lead, huh? At the whim of a four-year-old.
Dick: If it's his doing in the first place.
Roy: This is assuming the others who woke up were? Weren't?
Dick: *Again and he hates saying it, that probably shows* I don't know.
Roy: *Fffff, leaning on Dick now.* And the only other one who does is out like a light.
Dick: I don't think so. Giselle wasn't able to tell us anything.
Dick: And she was out for three days. *sags visibly*
Roy: Damn. Don't even get to remember it? What a gyp. *swig*
Jason: *Is totally just coming in here to get a drink, don't mind him. Or that look he's giving you guys, you know. With the smirk that vaguely implies terrible things.*
Dick: *Oh well, in that case don't mind the dangerous glare Dick's giving Jason right now*
Roy: *ffff leaning ON Dick, hard, which may also open up a space for Jason but that's not intentional. To Jason* And what've you got to be happy about.
Jason: *Oh sure, of course it isn't, Roy. He's still going to take advantage of it, grabbing a beer and strolling over to sit himself in that gap.* What, a guy can't just be in a good mood?
Dick: *clunks his beer bottle down on the table* I should get going *and sorry Roy, but he's gonna need to push you aside to get himself up*
Roy: *Allows himself to be pushed, but that's only so he can have the cover to elbow Jason hard and cruelly in the ribs.* Maybe I could use a night out myself.
Jason: *Grunts in pain and shoves roy in the shoulder, not subtly. Way to ruin his mood, if that was the truth.* Oh, fine, soon as you guys see my face, you gotta get out of here.
Dick: *Bites his tongue. Then as if Jason weren't ever there he's calm again* No Roy, it's fine. I just need some fresh air. Thanks for the beer.
Roy: *whips out a hand to catch Dick by the arm, preferably making eye contact.* Anytime. *which means it's time to run interference, which can start by giving a disgusted look down at Jason.*
Jason: *Scowls* Jesus Christ, anyone'd think I'd run over your dog. *And then there's a slow, unpleasant smile.* of course, it's not like I need to. Already worrying over one mutt, aren't we?
Dick: *Sorry again Roy. Dick yanks his arm free. Temper flaring, and dramatic pointing, you know the usual* Shut up, Jason. This doesn't even concern you, so stay out of it.
Roy: *Fine by HIM, Jason stung him pretty hard too. Near-simultaneous with Dick* If you don't like it when the object of conversation is somebody other than you, you can damn well take your beer somewhere else.
Jason: *Narrows his eyes at Dick and stands up.* Sure, it's got nothing to do with me when another little bird gets his stupid ass in a coma. So why should I care? Have your little chat and wallow in your misery all you like. *Turning to go now.*
Dick: You think we didn't go through Hell when you died? You think we just let it pass us by? So now what, you wanna piss us all off just to make sure we're all so painstakingly aware of your existence? Batman doesn't even know who you are.
Roy: . . . *fuck. Raises a finger, opens his mouth ... has no fucking clue what to say.*
Jason: *He tenses right up and growls* He never really did anyway, golden boy. *Turns to give Dick a really nasty smirk.* Now does he really know you, or do you just pretend that the fact he knows your name makes it all okay so you can sleep at night?
Roy: *his whole hand is raised now, not so much like a schoolchild's query as a wall between the two.* Wow. Alright. That had to be a record. How fast did you two forget the actual subject at hand, here? Six seconds?
Roy: I realize I may be talking to a pair of walls here with this, but can we just remind ourselves once again that not everything is about Batman.
Jason: *He's not even looking at Roy, just smirking grimly and staying focused on Dick.* You think I don't, huh? *Pause, and quieter.* Just like you don't think I care if a kid lives or dies. *Much louder* It's not about Batman, but hey, I didn't bring him up.
WHAT: Brooding Bats, Dick being his namesake, and poor poor Roy's left playing mediator.
WHERE: Market way; later Casa de Boy Murderers
WHEN: 5 days into 'Stevie's' coma.
Roy: *was totally not idling in this path, oh hey*
Dick: *Caught wide eyed. He's not really in a people-y mood today, not even for an old friend.* Hey. *Keeps walking*
Roy: *doubletake* Hey. Hey! *jogging to get alongside* Jimmy. What gives?
Dick: Nothing. Just. It's nothing. *for a moment there he considers telling Roy, but. Bats are part of one family, and Roy is a part of another. They don't mesh. But Tim... is from a whole new family, one just as important.* I'll catch you later, okay?
Roy: *oh the hell it is. Catching at Dick's arm.* No, I think I've caught you now. And while I have, you might as well take the opportunity.
Dick: *You know he appreciates this, but really he doesn't want to talk about it* Not now. We'll talk, but right now I've gotta be somewhere.
Roy: Oh, yeah? *sounds like an excuse. Dogged* So name a time.
Dick: Later, Roy, I promise. *tugging free* Now please, I promised I'd be there.
Roy: *lets go, because. please? Oh, something's really wrong.* ... After. *firm*
Dick: *You got it. He promised Tim - unconscious or not - that he'd be back before dinner* Yeah, sure.
Roy: *watches him go* 8|
Dick: *on a mission B| 'cept you know there's more brow pinching and worry*
Roy: *hates those kind of missions*
Dick: *He'll probably end up on your doorstep in a couple of hours, looking all crestfallen.*
Roy: *takes one look, pulls him in, goes to get beer.*
Dick: *whuffs down onto the couch.*
Roy: *slumps down next to, hands a bottle, and sticks one foot up.*
Dick: Thanks *takes that, putting it to his lips a moment before taking a drink. Relaxing finally.*
Roy: *Tips a short drink from his own, and shifts. Body contact is second nature and it's normal to have plenty.*
Dick: *appreciating it. silently. for srs. Nursing that beer, then hey, he narrows his eyes at a pair of boots laying across the floor.* Where is he? *Jason.*
Roy: *shrug.* Doesn't stay in.
Roy: This about him? *swig*
Dick: *non-committal huff. Also swigging. Expression definitely having soured*
Roy: *snort. Swishes the bottle around, nudges.*
Dick: *Contact is one thing, nudging is another. Don't it again ...not gonna stop you leaning though.* No, it's not. . . . *shifts, sitting up and putting that bottle between his knees* It's Tim.
Roy: *That's... never not serious.* Yeah?
Roy: That's ominous.
Dick: *Excuse him while he ignores that last part* He won't wake up.
Roy: *swallows. Puts the beer down.* Which means?
Dick: I- *shakes his head* I don't know. *Not very often you'll hear him say that, is it?*
Roy: *No. Which is why the words never fail to give him a little chill.* Jesus. How long?
Dick: *fingers the bottle neck absently* He's been out 5 days. That's 2 days longer than anyone else.
Roy: Well, hell. *picks up beer again, slumps back into Dick, offering support* And us without our telepath.
Dick: *Roy gets himself a quick, sharp and surprised look, but it's only a moment before Dick remembers Roy doesn't know about Lilith.* ...Aisling says not to worry. *grim.* That he's dreaming.
Roy: *a quick, sharp, and querying look gets fired right back, but this is obviously not the time. Damn. Gotta remember that.* ... Damn long feature. *swig*
Dick: If he knows anything more he's not saying it.
Roy: And he's the only lead, huh? At the whim of a four-year-old.
Dick: If it's his doing in the first place.
Roy: This is assuming the others who woke up were? Weren't?
Dick: *Again and he hates saying it, that probably shows* I don't know.
Roy: *Fffff, leaning on Dick now.* And the only other one who does is out like a light.
Dick: I don't think so. Giselle wasn't able to tell us anything.
Dick: And she was out for three days. *sags visibly*
Roy: Damn. Don't even get to remember it? What a gyp. *swig*
Jason: *Is totally just coming in here to get a drink, don't mind him. Or that look he's giving you guys, you know. With the smirk that vaguely implies terrible things.*
Dick: *Oh well, in that case don't mind the dangerous glare Dick's giving Jason right now*
Roy: *ffff leaning ON Dick, hard, which may also open up a space for Jason but that's not intentional. To Jason* And what've you got to be happy about.
Jason: *Oh sure, of course it isn't, Roy. He's still going to take advantage of it, grabbing a beer and strolling over to sit himself in that gap.* What, a guy can't just be in a good mood?
Dick: *clunks his beer bottle down on the table* I should get going *and sorry Roy, but he's gonna need to push you aside to get himself up*
Roy: *Allows himself to be pushed, but that's only so he can have the cover to elbow Jason hard and cruelly in the ribs.* Maybe I could use a night out myself.
Jason: *Grunts in pain and shoves roy in the shoulder, not subtly. Way to ruin his mood, if that was the truth.* Oh, fine, soon as you guys see my face, you gotta get out of here.
Dick: *Bites his tongue. Then as if Jason weren't ever there he's calm again* No Roy, it's fine. I just need some fresh air. Thanks for the beer.
Roy: *whips out a hand to catch Dick by the arm, preferably making eye contact.* Anytime. *which means it's time to run interference, which can start by giving a disgusted look down at Jason.*
Jason: *Scowls* Jesus Christ, anyone'd think I'd run over your dog. *And then there's a slow, unpleasant smile.* of course, it's not like I need to. Already worrying over one mutt, aren't we?
Dick: *Sorry again Roy. Dick yanks his arm free. Temper flaring, and dramatic pointing, you know the usual* Shut up, Jason. This doesn't even concern you, so stay out of it.
Roy: *Fine by HIM, Jason stung him pretty hard too. Near-simultaneous with Dick* If you don't like it when the object of conversation is somebody other than you, you can damn well take your beer somewhere else.
Jason: *Narrows his eyes at Dick and stands up.* Sure, it's got nothing to do with me when another little bird gets his stupid ass in a coma. So why should I care? Have your little chat and wallow in your misery all you like. *Turning to go now.*
Dick: You think we didn't go through Hell when you died? You think we just let it pass us by? So now what, you wanna piss us all off just to make sure we're all so painstakingly aware of your existence? Batman doesn't even know who you are.
Roy: . . . *fuck. Raises a finger, opens his mouth ... has no fucking clue what to say.*
Jason: *He tenses right up and growls* He never really did anyway, golden boy. *Turns to give Dick a really nasty smirk.* Now does he really know you, or do you just pretend that the fact he knows your name makes it all okay so you can sleep at night?
Roy: *his whole hand is raised now, not so much like a schoolchild's query as a wall between the two.* Wow. Alright. That had to be a record. How fast did you two forget the actual subject at hand, here? Six seconds?
Roy: I realize I may be talking to a pair of walls here with this, but can we just remind ourselves once again that not everything is about Batman.
Jason: *He's not even looking at Roy, just smirking grimly and staying focused on Dick.* You think I don't, huh? *Pause, and quieter.* Just like you don't think I care if a kid lives or dies. *Much louder* It's not about Batman, but hey, I didn't bring him up.