[closed - in progress]
WHO: Dick Grayson, Jan Valentine & Aisling
WHAT: A question, an answer and a promise.
WHERE: Dick's cell, the castle prison.
WHEN: Dated for the 16th
Two days ago Donna had given Dick news that had left him silent and pale.
Bruce was dead. Batman was gone.
It was something he thought he'd been prepared for since the age of 12, knowing that one day mortality would come to Bruce. Somehow he'd always known that Bruce would die young, not old and wrinkled as he should, but upright and fighting. It was something Dick would remind himself of every so often, so that when that day did come, he could say he was ready. But the truth was that nothing could have prepared him for this.
Donna had, in some way, confirmed what he'd already feared. Months ago, when the sky had been tinted an odd colour and looking up had given a person 'visions', Dick had witnessed something that to this day he still didn't completely understand. He knew the feelings he'd been experiencing at the time; sadness, grief, anguish, anger, and finally, loss, but he had no idea why he'd felt these particularly emotions, only what his gut told him. His brother had been the subject of his visions and towards the end of it, he'd thought he'd lost Jason along with... it was a pain that could have only been Bruce. His greatest fear, the one that had kept him up some nights had come to pass.
So in some ways he'd already known, it had been what had prompted him to ask, to keep asking, until Donna had given him the answers he sought.
How it had happened was all a bit too vague for his liking. Where had the rest of the Justice League been? Why had Bruce faced down Darkseid alone? No one had been there, and all that had been left behind was...
Dick shook his head. He couldn't think that like, not when there were so many things that were uncertain.
He sat himself down on the uncomfortable mattress, it's springs creaked, not that he paid them any mind. He scrubbed a hair through his hair and knew what he had to do.
He had to talk to Aisling. He had to find out if his theory was correct, or well, it was Bruce's theory and that knowledge came with a slight pang. Aisling had first appeared when people had started sleeping, sleeping and waking days - or in Tim's case - weeks later with information that had seemingly come to them in their dreams. Things they couldn't possibly have known otherwise. Then there were the other cases where people had disappeared for a week and then returned with memories of having been to Rivelata and left. He didn't know if Aisling was involved in the latter, but it was all he had to go on, and out of dealing with all the Gods of Rivelata, Aisling had always proven himself, young in years though he was, to be the most approachable.
Don't ask, you don't get, right? It was all he had to go on.
"So how does one go about summoning a God?" Dick muttered to himself. How did one summon a God when Dick Grayson had presumably been gone from the island for 3 months and the vigilante known as Nightwing wasn't supposed to have his journal in his possession?
"Aisling?" Hey, it was worth a shot.
WHAT: A question, an answer and a promise.
WHERE: Dick's cell, the castle prison.
WHEN: Dated for the 16th
Two days ago Donna had given Dick news that had left him silent and pale.
Bruce was dead. Batman was gone.
It was something he thought he'd been prepared for since the age of 12, knowing that one day mortality would come to Bruce. Somehow he'd always known that Bruce would die young, not old and wrinkled as he should, but upright and fighting. It was something Dick would remind himself of every so often, so that when that day did come, he could say he was ready. But the truth was that nothing could have prepared him for this.
Donna had, in some way, confirmed what he'd already feared. Months ago, when the sky had been tinted an odd colour and looking up had given a person 'visions', Dick had witnessed something that to this day he still didn't completely understand. He knew the feelings he'd been experiencing at the time; sadness, grief, anguish, anger, and finally, loss, but he had no idea why he'd felt these particularly emotions, only what his gut told him. His brother had been the subject of his visions and towards the end of it, he'd thought he'd lost Jason along with... it was a pain that could have only been Bruce. His greatest fear, the one that had kept him up some nights had come to pass.
So in some ways he'd already known, it had been what had prompted him to ask, to keep asking, until Donna had given him the answers he sought.
How it had happened was all a bit too vague for his liking. Where had the rest of the Justice League been? Why had Bruce faced down Darkseid alone? No one had been there, and all that had been left behind was...
Dick shook his head. He couldn't think that like, not when there were so many things that were uncertain.
He sat himself down on the uncomfortable mattress, it's springs creaked, not that he paid them any mind. He scrubbed a hair through his hair and knew what he had to do.
He had to talk to Aisling. He had to find out if his theory was correct, or well, it was Bruce's theory and that knowledge came with a slight pang. Aisling had first appeared when people had started sleeping, sleeping and waking days - or in Tim's case - weeks later with information that had seemingly come to them in their dreams. Things they couldn't possibly have known otherwise. Then there were the other cases where people had disappeared for a week and then returned with memories of having been to Rivelata and left. He didn't know if Aisling was involved in the latter, but it was all he had to go on, and out of dealing with all the Gods of Rivelata, Aisling had always proven himself, young in years though he was, to be the most approachable.
Don't ask, you don't get, right? It was all he had to go on.
"So how does one go about summoning a God?" Dick muttered to himself. How did one summon a God when Dick Grayson had presumably been gone from the island for 3 months and the vigilante known as Nightwing wasn't supposed to have his journal in his possession?
"Aisling?" Hey, it was worth a shot.