Who:Dick and Clark What:venting about a lousy new partner. When:The first of november Where:The fire house Warnings:none
Dick wasn’t used to having a partner. Not in real life anyway. Even in the dreams he was basically unpartnerable. Nobody seemed to stick with him for too long. He had the odd Robin here and there, but his original partnership had disintegrated and then caught on fire. In that order. Metaphorically for the most part, but all the same. The new partner was infuriating, and vastly incompetent at his job. Dick wondered how he’d actually passed the Detective’s test with his lack of brain cells. The man had already misplaced half the files on his desk, and Dick was at his wits end.
So he decided to take a trip out to see Clark at the firestation instead. It was still early enough in the evening, he was probably around. The sound of a motorcycle came to a stop in front of it and he climbed off. His first step was peering into the garage where some of them hung out, and waved to a couple familiar faces on the way.
Having super strength was becoming an interesting thing. Something that he wasn't trying to think about. Not when back, at home, he'd managed to break a few things. Like the door on his old truck. Which annoyed the hell out of him, but he tried not to think about that. The truck was sentimental to him, for reasons. Even if his friend teased the hell out of him about it.
He's further in the back, so he doesn't hear the motorcycle. Not until he hears one of the guys up front holler back KENT. When he heads up towards the front of the garage and sees Dick, he smiles a bit and shakes his head.
"What do I owe this pleasure, Grayson?"
Secretly, Dick kind of wanted to see how Clark was doing with all the super strength stuff. He’d said he was going to sit in the center of his apartment and not move, but there he was back at work and Dick could only be a little amused, since he called it. “I’m hiding. Possibly.” He stated with a shifty eyed kind of look and smirked a little.
“Or I’ll just work here from now on. I mean I know half your guys anyway...nevermind I know nothing about fire stuff. But I fit in small places? Nobody will notice.” He rambled as he looked over at the fire truck, it seemed better than his office currently.
"Possibly?"
The idea that Dick was hiding kind of amused him, to an extent. Especially when his friend wasn't the type to do such a thing. Something was definitely up. After all, his friend didn't hide from anyone. Not that he could ever recall. Maybe something had happened that he didn't know anything about.
"You'd fit in the compartment on the truck," he teases before going over to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "How about we head towards the kitchen, or we can take a walk."
“Probably.” He confirmed one word with his own and nodded to add emphasis. He really wasn’t itching to get back to the police department right now, not with that guy waiting for him. What’d he call himself again? Sal?..everything he said made Dick’s nerves tense. He took back everything he ever said about wanting a partner and needing help.
When Clark came up he nodded and peered upwards. “Going to feed me? I should caution you, then I really will never leave.” He smirked a little at his friend as he gave a playful nudge and agreed to go wherever he wanted. So long as it wasn’t back to the department yet.
"Maybe I will."
He'd made food for the guys and could easily feed his friend too. It didn't matter if Dick left or not. The kitchen, luckily, wasn't that far from where they'd been anyway. Once there he grabs a plate and hands it to the other. Sandwich, chips and there was even a bowl of soup if the other wanted it.
"So, tell me what's going on."
“I should come visit you more often.” He grinned at that and leaned near by to watch curiously. He wasn’t much of a cook as stated before, so anyone making him anything even if it was a sandwich was a welcome thing. “You put all this together?” It was a pretty impressive display of food, he held onto the plate and swiped a chip to munch on while he watched.
“New partner. Dudes a certified disaster. I was better off alone.” He stated with a bit of an annoyed look at the memory of what awaited him back at work. “I don’t understand how he got this far in the department.”
"Myself and the others have our days where we cook and make food for the whole department," Clark points out. He makes sure that everything on the plate is something Dick liked. He knew his friend well enough to know what he enjoyed when it came to food. They'd known each other long enough for that. Once he had his own plate, he leans back and just listens to him.
Certified disaster. "So he doesn't know what he's doing?"
"I can pour cereal, that's about the extent of my cooking ability." It seemed to cross over from the dreams, unfortunately he didn't have a butler in the real world. Any kind of home cooked or assembled food was welcome. He even shoved a few chips into the sandwich for an extra crunch. He was easy to please.
" I'm not sure what to do with him or how he passed the detectives test in the first place." he took a bite of the now crunchy sandwich and was finally able to relax a bit. He'd been tense around the new guy all day. He didn't realize how exhausting it was." I take back anything I said about wanting a partner. "
"So you order out a lot?" He asks with a shake of his head. That was just downright crazy. If need be he'd make Dick a few different meals that could be frozen, that he could just throw in the microwave. Anything that kept the other from eating cereal constantly or take out.
He gives him a bit of a smile," Well, I'm sure that things will work out eventually, Grayson. They have to. Right?" Well, they didn't have to, but that was beside the point. "Once you're done eating, you can come with me." There was something that he wanted to show the other anyway. “You can find the heaviest thing you can think of.” Just not around the guys at work, which meant somewhere out back or something.
“Pretty much. I haven’t had a lot of time to actually cook for myself. Not that it would be that great if I tried. I can microwave and pour cereal.” He shrugged. “I’m really not home that often.” He wouldn’t say no if someone helped him out in the cooking area. Honestly figuring out fast food after a while just got tiresome and tasted the same.
He shook his head at that comment and gave a slight laugh, Clark was so much like the one from the dreams it was a comfort. Optimistic to a fault, the Bats were...not so much. He wondered briefly if Clark was going to end up dreaming about them too? There were different versions of Super hero types, so he could only hope he would. It didn’t take him long to finish what was on that plate as he chatted about whatever random thing came to mind. “Heaviest thing? Got my attention.” Was this his super strength thing? Dick glanced over at him curiously. “Can you do anything ..else yet?” He put down the empty plate and looked up at him. Dick was pretty short for his age, but it paid off in his line of work. Short and thin were good for his extra outside of work activities.
"You have time, Grayson, you just don't care to do it," the Kryptonian states, teasing lilt to his tone. If he, himself, could find time to cook being a firefighter then his friend could find time as a detective. Both were on-call a lot of the times and there were times where Clark barely got any sleep at all, but he still found time to cook. "And I am?" He counters when his friend mentions not being home that often.
He shakes his head even as he leads Dick towards the back of the firehouse, away from the others. His cousin had been helping him where the super strength was concerned. Something that he was a little more than grateful for. "Not yet, no. But if these dreams keep cropping up the way they have then I have a feeling that I'll end up with more. What exactly, I don't know." He was, in an essence, kind of scared of the outcome.
He gives an innocent looking shrug, though it’s fake as hell. “Guilty.” He’d rather be out at night, catching bad guys and dealing with them in the ways that only Nightwing could. Not that he really spoke about those ways to his friend, they were...less than savory ways. He wouldn’t get him wrapped up in that world just yet.
Dick followed him toward the back and pointed at a car parked nearby. He didn’t know who’s it was, but who cared. “Have you tried? Do you want spoilers?” Tim had wanted them, but he didn’t know if Clark felt the same way about being told what was coming to him.
That innocent looking shrug didn't phase him. He knew the in and outs of Dick Grayson. It's what happened when friends were, well, friends. He shakes his head and tries not to smile. The Kryptonian would have to make sure the other kept food in the house. Even if he had to make the food himself.
"That's the heaviest thing you can think of?" He raises a brow at the question though. "Have I tried what, exactly?" That question alone confused him. "As for spoilers, no. Not really. Maybe it's better not to have them."
Dick didn’t do much cooking at all, cereal pouring extraordinaire would forever be his title. This was a good distraction though, in the back of his mind he still didn’t quite want to go back to the station, but that was later.
“I mean unless you want to try lifting that entire little shed or something? “ He pointed at said small supply shed behind them. A normal person wouldn’t want to lift that, hell probably wouldn’t be able to lift that. “Or the fire truck?” But that was in front of the others. He thought of heavy things they could access and took a look around.
"I could try. I'm not even sure what we even keep in that shed."
Honestly, that shed was just there. He does, however, raise a brow at the mention of the fire truck. That wasn't bound to happen. Not when the guys were up front and so was the truck.
"So, shed it is bound to be. Since I don't see anything heavier out here. Not unless you catch the eye of something first."
“It’s your shed. You don’t even know?” He was amused at that. But there were areas in the station he didn’t go to either, still if you couldn’t give your friends crap then what good were they? He enjoyed teasing Clark.
“Unless you want to pull that fire hydrant out of the ground, but then you’d probably need to figure out a way to put it back so this seems easier.” He nodded toward the shed and watched curiously. “I mean if you’re sure, I know some of what the Dream you can do.” Just by way of seeing it of course, he didn’t know everything he wasn’t kryptonian. He didn’t have any powers at all.
"Shush, you."
He knows good and well that Dick was teasing him. It was something that he didn't mind. He expected it out of the detective. That was the one constant that Grayson always had with him. The teasing. Besides, if it bothered him he'd say something.
Moving over to the shed, he gives a bit of a smile," So far, it's merely the strength. I'd ask what else there is, but I don't want to know. I don't even want my cousin telling me." Even as he says it, that shed gets pulled straight off the ground. He actually felt what Kara had been talking about. The shed weighed nothing at all.
“Make me.” He taunted, super strength or not he’d take him on if he wanted. Wrestling, whatever. It didn’t matter that he’d probably lose to brute strength. There were other ways to win if Clark actually did challenge him back, but he sincerely doubted the more mature of the two would do it.
“That’s no fun.” He stated about not wanting spoilers from anyone. Dick had quite a bit of information on everyone thanks to his timeline and his general nosyness. Unlike Batman, he was a team player. He got along with people, and as such it got him a great deal of inside information on his friends. He folded his arms and watched as Clark picked up said shed and gave an impressed whistle. “Okay, okay show off.” He grins at him as he watches. “Here’s the real trick, can you jump with it.” Probably a bad plan considering they didn’t know what was in it, but the idea still amused him.
Clark had no intention of making his friend, as he put it. Even if he could, he wouldn't. There was no point in something like that anyway.
He tries not to laugh at the mention of how it was no fun. In all honesty? The Kryptonian wanted to learn about his abilities as they came to him. His cousin had mentioned that it would come to him. That he'd gain them. Or that he'd end up with more than one dream at once. Not something that he was looking forward to.
He furrows his brow a bit at the statement," I'm not going to destroy a shed." He had a feeling there was more to Dick asking about whether he could jump holding it or not. He's pretty sure that he shouldn't do something like that anyway. So, instead he sits it back down in its spot. "Last thing we need is for the contents to drop on our heads."
Of course there was no actual point to it, but that didn’t stop him from saying it. He liked getting reactions out of Clark, it amused him.
“Fine fine, I’ll keep my mouth shut for now. But no promises later.” He grinned at him as he watched him show off with the shed and smirked. Of course there was something more to the jumping, if Clark jumped it wouldn’t be your normal human thing. Not that there was any normal human anything about him now anyways.
“If you’re sure, it could be fun.” He shrugged. “Then put that down and come with me to get a shake.”
"Fine. I get it. No promises later," Clark states with a slight smile, shaking his head. He knew how Dick was. The other would tease the ever loving hell out of him. Not that he minded. Actually, none of the teasing that Grays did bothered him. It was actually nice. Even if he wouldn't say that, normally.
He makes sure the shed is back in the right spot, facing the same direction as it was before and then turns heading back to his friend," Lets go get that shake then."