|Dick Grayson (nightwinging) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2012-07-06 20:55:00
He'd come through in his costume in the middle of the night on Wednesday. There had been an ID in his pocket; since then, Dick had been able to locate the kid's apartment (shared; two roommates) and, after a quick rifling-through of the bedroom (and the guy's easily-hacked computer) he was able to determine that he'd replaced a Columbia University student who'd just finished his fourth semester. Bio major. Terrible grades.
He also knew that he'd replaced the kid because he'd been able to get a welcome website on his cell phone after only minor googling. Apparently this was a Thing that Happened. People had even spent the time to post greetings on the 'web.
That did not mean that Dick would just unmask and take things at face value. That wasn't his way; wasn't how he'd survived on his own, without body armor and with only his wits and athleticism to protect him. It wasn't what Batman had taught him. He wanted to be certain that what he was being told mapped to reality. So? Stakeout. He'd been outside the kid's apartment for two nights now, watching who came and went. He'd recognize mob if he saw them, he reasoned, and he'd absolutely know that young bodyguard - the Cain girl - if he spotted her. He'd memorized Batman's do not engage list. Hell, he might even have obeyed if this were Gotham, but it wasn't and he wanted real answers - not PR put out for public consumption.
During the day he slept in the upper level of an abandoned warehouse. After dark, he waited. Only the blue bird-shape, a slightly lighter mark on a black suit of body armor, differentiated him from the rest of the roof.