For the very first time since he came here as a child, Dick Grayson is in Gotham...

...and not expected to defend it.

It's a realization that shakes his perceptions. He knows that if something happens, he will leap into action - that is not the issue here. What is at hand is the fact that he gave up the costume, he gave up the mask, and he'll be ( Read more... )

Dick is the man with a plan. Well. He's the man with a few plans, and he's planning on carrying them all out. Most of them are similiar in some sort of way: he needs to reconnect with the people he loves, find some way to spend some quality time with them. He's lost contact with so much, and he needs to get it back ( Read more... )

Dick has been back out of the bar for a few days, and each day he's out of the bar, he grows more restless. He needs to get things started soon, he knows he does, but it's... hard. He doesn't want to leave his home, he doesn't want to throw himself in to the lion's den. Most of all, he doesn't want to have to tell Roy he has to do either of those ( Read more... )

( After the storm... )

( What once was, now is not. )

He'd tried sticking around the bar but after too long of that without really even sleeping, Dick got tired of it. Apparently your skills don't -always- stay with you, and the lack of superhero activity for the past however knows long makes a stakeout type situation harder. He'd like to believe there's nothing he should be staking out over, but... ( Read more... )

Of course, the bar spits them out of the linen closet. It's a tradition for Roy's apartment, really. Dick catches his balance quickly, and glances behind to see if Vi's done the same.

Once they're both firmly on the ground, he'll go call Wally. He -did- promise.

Dick is sitting in the living room, pretending to read a book. He's whistling a little and -waiting- for Roy to come by. Not at all like a lion waiting for prey, really... okay, maybe a little.

Dick had tried his damned best, he had. It wasn't his fault that things had all gone to hell.

The death of Blockbuster had haunted him for days upon days. He hadn't been able to deal with it, no matter what Roy said - because it was his fault, and it had been his responsibility. It'd all finally come to a head one night when he'd gotten too fed ( Read more... )

The whole not falling thing is probably due to his Nightwing uniform. If Dick actually changes out of it, they'll have a bit of a problem, considering he doesn't really have his crutches here. Just the modified batons for the uniform ( Read more... )