Dick Grayson (nightwang) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-04-02 00:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | dick grayson, tony stark (mcu) |
Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel
WHO: Dick Grayson, Tony Stark (mcu)
WHAT: The day after Dick and Peter's very heavy conversation, Dick dons Nightwing and goes back down to the con. He sees Tony and decides the time has come to speak of many things...
WHERE: Heros Con
WHEN: 02 April
RATING: Possibly Medium for language and tension, but whew lad we’ll see won’t we?
Since Peter wasn’t around to be his wingman on trips to the other sides of doors and he was still trying to keep Nightwing a secret from the rest of the place (home, he guessed, old habits, either way,) he’d gotten into the habit of shoving his uniform into a backpack he’d snagged early on and changing when he could find a spare moment once he was in the new world if the world itself called for it.
After their heavy conversation and then recovery from it, Dick needed to retreat into the safety of Nightwing. It was a con with a bunch of superheros. It wasn’t like anything would be amiss about it.
Dick Grayson couldn’t properly work through having allowed himself to say the things about Bruce he had and Nightwing… Nightwing didn’t have to do anything but make stupid jokes and smile and keep people safe.
And the con had a plentiful supply of spirit gum, something he was very glad to stock up on while he was there.
The day before was fine for Sexy Robin. He’d made his point. Maybe he’d buy one of those spandex Spider-Man costumes for the next day just to poke gentle fun at Peter. He stretched, popped his neck and his shoulders and after making sure he left the sharp bits up in the room where no one could accidentally hurt themselves, he headed on downstairs to people watch again.
He posed for pictures with other people in costume, including a Red Hood in that terrible vibrator helmet that he was never, ever going to be done giving Jay shit about. He seemed to be a magnet for a variety of little Batgirls. Babs, Cass, Steph. He smiled for all of them and treated them kindly and gently even as his heart was breaking just a little bit.
It was after doing some ridiculous poses with someone in purple with a bow on his back that Dick saw Tony. Not someone dressed as Iron Man or anything like that. Just Tony.
The heavy conversation he and Peter had the day before twisted up in his gut again. He still thought the most respectful thing he could do for Tony was just keep his distance and not...not put himself in the line of fire.
He loved Bruce. He got a very good education, a chance at a future he never could’ve dreamed of, the ability to help people, and a new family no matter how broken it was. Loving Bruce didn’t mean he excused all of his flaws and that Dick wasn’t perfectly aware of how fucked up and borderline colonialist his adoptive father becoming just that was. It didn’t mean he didn’t resent him just a little for the fact that he’d ended up having to do the parenting for every other stray Bruce brought home.
God, he missed Alfred.
Regardless of whatever echoes of Bruce he saw in Tony, he didn’t want to see Peter caught between them. He’d make an effort. At least once. If it went poorly, it went poorly, but he’d try.
He walked up to Tony, having spent enough time with Roy and Jay and Cass and everyone else to know better than to do anything but stay in full line of sight if possible and telegraph his movements. No fights. No threat. He extended his hand to the man in offer of a shake, fully expecting to get denied as he flicked the lenses of his domino back so that Tony could for sure see who he was speaking to and get a proper read on his full expression. Blue eyes made even bluer against the black of his mask. “Tony,” he said calmly.