_redbird (_redbird) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-11-15 09:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | dick::emancipatedward, robin::_redbird |
Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. [Complete]
Who: Robin and Dick (_redbird and emancipatedward)
What: Tim never sacked out in their room last night. Dick wants to know what's up.
And when Robin came home to roost, Nightwing wasn't there after all.
When: Around noonish.
Where: The Batcave
Warnings: None.
Robin: B| *trainin' in the Batcave, workin' on my reflexes*
Dick: *Comin' down wonderin' what you're still doin' down there* Something going on?
Robin: *not looking at you because lol target-practice machine, duck flip whizz slide* Should- there-- be?
Dick: *Shrug* Dunno. You're training pretty hard, though. I thought something might be going down.
Robin: Just-- catching up-- been slacking--
*catches sight of you*
*OOF hit fgsfds*
Dick: *Smirk* Guess so.
Robin: *throws himself out of target practice into a crouch, stare.*
. . . *Long, wary, totally suspicious stare.*
Dick: *Eyebrow* What?
Robin: *mutter* who're you supposed to.
Nightwing?
Dick: *Wtf, looking behind him but hey no one's there* Nightwing?
Robin: *circling the peashooter and keeping his dam distance, what the hell what the HELL* What's wrong.
Dick: *Okaaaaaay, really confused now and you bet he's ready to bolt back up the stairs if you decide to attack, not that he thinks he'll actually make it* What do you mean? I was just coming down here to see if you were awake and maybe go grab lunch.
Robin: *taking in your stance and WHAT THE HELL.* ... ... Nightwing.
Robin: Do you have your comm?
Dick: Yeah . . . *Pulling it out of his pocket and heck if he even remembers why he has it*
Robin: *relaxing some. We need a freaking codephrase for this crap* Jeez.
Okay, what's the deal. *uncoiling*
Dick: I don't know, I was just gonna ask you that.
Who's Nightwing?
Robin: o.O . . . taking it a little far for undercover work, bro.
Dick: . . . huh?
Robin: O_O
-_-a
... >|
Dick: What? Tim, why are you acting so weird?
Robin: Never mind. Tell you what, bro. Go on and get- what?
Dick: You're acting weird. Has something been going on?
Robin: ... *muttering* Not since ten minutes ago. *let's move right along* You go on and get lunch. I've got- I've still got - work.
Robin: *gesturing at the Batcomputer, oh god oh god have to research curses NOW*
Dick: No dice. Get changed. You need some sunlight.
Robin: Get changed- *oh huh, am kinda sweaty from the workout* ... Pass.
Dick: Come on, Tim, you've been down here long enough already.
Robin: ... that's the second time you've called me that.
Dick: . . . well, it is your name. Are real names suddenly off-limits when it's just us in the Batcave and no one told me?
Robin: I don't- what-
Robin: Robin's my real name.
Dick: . . .
Dick: *Going to grab your wrist and drag you up the stairs* You've definitely been down here too long.
Robin: *now he's the one backing away* I'm fine, you get lunch, I have work.
Dick: I'm serious, Tim. Whatever you have to work on can wait for an hour.
Robin: 'Wing, cut it out. You know as well as I do there's stock down here, and no it really can't.
Robin: Just. Just keep your head down, okay? I have to do this.
Dick: No. You don't. You're fifteen. You don't have to do anything except go to school. But since you can't do that here, I'm gonna make sure you at least get some sort of social interaction so you don't end up like Bruce. Now get changed.
Dick: And would you quit calling me that? My name's Dick, in case you forgot that too.
Robin: *reeling, reeling, reeling at school, Bruce, Dick. Mindwipe? Memory replacement. Getting to the computer.* Okay, um. Dick. *Dick??*
Dick: Was that so hard?
Robin: Whh- Nightwi- Dick, listen. Something's really wrong, and I've gotta work on it. *planting self in chair.* I'll grab a sandwich or something. This is important.
Dick: . . . fine. But you're not getting out of dinner. And just . . . humor me and take off the costume for a while, okay?
Robin: *baffled headshake, gauntleted hand through hair.* Whatever you say, Wi--
... Alright, bro.
I'll deal with this.
Dick: Yeah, sure you will.