It's part not giving in & part trusting your friends... [IN PROG]

[knightprodigy]

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.

Comments

[knightprodigy]

You want me to think you care? Then show some fucking respect.

*Yeah, that's right Golden Boy swore. We're dealing with some srs bsns here.*

Bruce doesn't need it and God knows Tim doesn't.

*Despite it all Dick keeps his tone firm, but sharp, biting.*

So grow up.

[tightpantsrawr]

*Jason makes a sharp tch noise, still tense.*

Fuck off, Dick. If I suddenly started visiting with grapes or some shit, you'd think I was playing at something. I don't care if you believe it or not, but I'll deal with this in my own way.

[eatshootsnleves]

You saying that shiteating grin was supposed to make us think you're not?

*Hey, hi, still here and not going away. Narrowed eyes.*

Listen, if your version of 'dealing' has more to do with what reaction you get than what results, you're not dealing well enough.

[knightprodigy]

Jason, if you started visiting I honestly couldn't care less. Hell I might even be grateful, and not that it 'apparently' matters but Bruce would probably think better of you, too.

*He gives a bit of a dry smirk*

However I think the damage has pretty much been done there.

So you do what you always do yeah? And I'll see you around.

*Dick drops his somewhat defensive/offensive stance and turns to leave.*

See you later Roy.