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Dick Grayson (Earth-9) (trapezeartist) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2020-01-25 22:19:00

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WHO Jason Todd & Dick Grayson.
WHAT A Death in the Family.
WHERE Villa rooftop.
WHEN After this.
WARNINGS Bickering Batlings. Dissociative episodes. Mentions of death.

But I've come prepared Resolved for my life to wear a funeral suit

He was drowning. In the back of his mind, a more ruthless and hard-hitting version of Bruce Wayne reared its ugly head, and began to speak. Slow, methodical. Truths, manipulated and driven home in a way that would always hit Dick hard. Lies and half-truths, twisted and knotted. He couldn’t even muster the energy to begin to argue, not against himself. Because Bruce Wayne was not here. Bruce Wayne was many things, but not the shrewd and belittling man his brain conjured during those moments when the world was just too much. A sole moment's weakness, and Dick was at the mercy of a false Bruce, whispering in his ear.

Go on, Dick. Let me fix your mess, that Bruce said. I always do.

Dick tried not to listen, and got to work on loosening his black tie. Black for a funeral - no, he wasn't - He just needed a second to breathe. He wouldn't get that second. Jason had burst into his life one day, and shit. That was just like Jason, wasn't it? Brash. Angry. Desperate to find a place where he belonged, starving for an adult that wouldn't pawn him off to the next. And you failed, not!Bruce helpfully chimed in, standing somewhere at the edge of his peripheral field, wearing a smug smile that Dick had come to know well.

With his tie finally loosened, Dick just threw the liberated tie at the hallucination. "Bruce. Shut up."

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jayyybird
2020-01-25 10:43 pm UTC (link)

“Hearing voices, Dick?” Jason raised an eyebrow, arms held loosely at his sides but that didn't mean he wasn't half cocked, ready for whatever inevitable fight was coming his way.

This place fucked with people and their ages, he'd been made aware of that early enough, but looking at Dick now… he should have known, right? Should have known about what happened, about Jason being killed. Or maybe that wasn't important enough for Dick to remember. It sure as hell hadn't been important enough for anyone to avenge.

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trapezeartist
2020-01-26 12:00 am UTC (link)

“I had a rough week.” He knew Donna was sure to be rolling her eyes somewhere, and almost heard those words he’d had to learn to take in stride with all the hard-earned suffering of a pseudo-sibling; you’re so dramatic. That alone made Dick stand up a little straighter, and even turn his head to ignore Bruce still lingering in his peripheral. No dramatics, and no distractions; through trial and error, he’d learned that dealing with Jason needed a different kind of approach.

But even a quick glance told him all he needed to know; from his posture to his choice of words, that was a Jason. Trouble was, this one didn't look anything like the Robin he’d unwittingly left behind. Fucking multiverse. Knowing about it was already mentally exhausting, but experiencing it first-hand for the second time in one day? Fuck. “Jason?”

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jayyybird
2020-01-26 01:49 am UTC (link)

“Yeah, but did you die?” Jason said teasingly, a smirk quirking at the corners of his mouth as he got a better look at Dick. Even though the man in front of him didn't look familiar, everything else about him was. Including the twinge of annoyance he felt simply by being in his presence. And that way his name was said -- that was definitely Dick.

“I would say the one and only, but I guess we know that's not true.” He folded his arms across his chest, keeping his gaze focused on the older Robin. “How’d it go with Kori?”

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