Dick Grayson was always (thebestchoice) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-03-16 15:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, *narrative, dick grayson, jason todd |
narrative + quicklog - Jason and Dickie
Who: Dickie, then Dickie and Jason
Where: New York Wandering, then Selina's Penthouse - on the roof of course
What: Le Pout - then some bro times
When: Recently
Warnings: IDK they're boys? they probably smell and stuff.
Of course Dick was angry, not at anything in particular just maybe at the hotel. At himself. Maybe if he hadn't gone in the dumb door and gotten aged down to 19 years old, etc etc etc...But he knew the Hotel would have just done whatever the hotel would have done what the hotel would have what it wanted anyway. And it seemed that the hotel wanted to take his kid and Babs away. He hoped whatever that meant, it meant only good things for them. He'd been to a couple of places, he was supposed to have stayed put. But he couldn't resist poking his head into the Mass Effect Door just to check.
He left just in case Reapers showed up. But he'd checked.
Now he was just wandering around New York trying not to get in any fights because he wasn't supposed to be looking for trouble here, and he wasn't supposed to be fighting bad guys here, and he wasn't supposed to be doing anything helpful here, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause trouble for his father in another door. His father the mayor of Gotham City. He hoped this was a good change. A good thing. A good thing for Bruce, a good thing for their family, and a good thing for Gotham. They could all use a little bit of a good thing.
He missed Lucy, he missed Babs, and he knew a nineteen year old kid might not be able to be the world's best father, but there was still that part of him that remembered the day she was born, remembered the older version of himself and it didn't change that he was still her father. And he still loved her. And losing her was an ache that he hadn't been prepared for. He didn't know how to describe it. There wasn't any closure, it wasn't like she'd died, thank God, so it wasn't like when he'd lost Damian. It wasn't like she'd moved away or Babs had just taken her and run - that wasn't the kind of anger he felt. Thank God.
It wasn't something he could describe as he rounded a corner and saw the building Selina had identified as hers. He thought about scaling the side, but hell, he could fly. He looked around. It was late. And there were a few people about, but they had to be used to weird crap by now. So he waited until they rounded their corners and with a bit of a bounce on the balls of his feet he jumped, and soared up, up, up, and up, and well shit he went a bit too far (he was still new at it - he was more graceful at flying through the air not at lift off), and with a bit of a turn, and using his, now unzipped hoodie, to catch some air, he landed with a somersault, on the roof and narrowly avoided hitting an air conditioner unit. And he only wished there had been someone around to witness it.
He sent Jay a text. Let him know he was on the roof, and he sat down on the ledge, typical Bat and Bird behavior, and dangled his legs off, and looked out at the unfamiliar skyline, chest heavy with the ache, and breathed in the cold air of the city, but it was still a bit fresher, more clean, than the Gotham air. He coughed anyway. He wasn't crying.