Clark Kent (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} inajiffy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2020-11-05 22:33:00 |
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What: Prison visit | Clark's powers going wonky
When: November 5th
Where: The prison
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Complete
Dick was literally in the darkest place a person could be. When he was told he had a visitor, even the smallest amount of intrigue lit up the place. Once again he was handcuffed and brought out to the visitors room. Thankfully, he didn’t feel forgotten like most of the lost souls in there. It was an easy thing to sink into. The outside world kept spinning, and for him time stood still. Standing still wasn’t exactly something that Dick Grayson was known to do well. He’d had to be sedated a couple times already. Drugs mostly, given to him at night that made him look a bit groggy come the morning light or he’d have crawled right out of his own skin.
This was one of those mornings. When he went to go see who the visitor was, he wasn’t entirely in the right headspace. That didn’t seem to matter to the guards as they sat him down at the table to wait. They didn’t remove the handcuffs, he just had to sit and wait with his hands behind his back.
Clark was glad that Raven had contacted him. Had told him about Dick and getting into trouble. None of it made sense to him. It caused him to question things even more when he was told the partner was missing. He'd told her to get a hold of him if she needed anything, that he'd be there.
When he's escorted to the visitors room, he can't help but frown slightly. His best friend looked like shit. Which made the Kryptonian curious about what the hell was going on. If these idiots were doing shit that they shouldn't be, they'd have hell to pay. He wouldn't stand for someone he cared for being treated poorly.
Moving over, he sits down. The cuffs behind Dick's back wasn't standard protocol. That was something that he knew. Something didn't add up and it actually pissed him off a bit, even if he wasn't showing it.
"Hey, Grayson."
The officer that had brought him out finally came over and loomed for a moment over the handcuffed man, as if to make a point of his authority before he said something quietly to him. Something that sounded like Going to behave now? and gripped one of the already strained wrists that caused him to grimace. Though it was barely there, he didn't respond. The officer took his time but finally unlocked him. Dick pulled his hand away. Eyes narrowed at the man as he stepped away.
It wasn't standard protocol, but nothing here was. He rubbed his wrists which were cut slightly due to the cuffs being left on so tight and long.
"Hey." it took him a bit to respond thanks to the drugs in his system as he rubbed at a raw wrist. "You didn't have to come here." he managed a pained sort of smile.
If there was one thing that the Kryptonian knew it was the justice system. Being a firefighter he had to know the ins and outs. And what he didn't know, he taught himself. Read up on what he needed to and even talked to some of the officers. So, he knew that this officer was just being a flat out prick.
He puts a hand up and rubs his temple, those eyes looking towards the officer. That shouldn't have been able to happen. Maybe he'd just ignore it. Or talk to his cousin about it. Then those eyes look to his friend and frowns, seeing him rub his wrist.
"Like hell I didn't need to."
There were probably lots of things that shouldn’t have happened. Like the drugs they’d put in his system and sent him back to his cell with. The cuffs were just another humiliation tactic. The guard sneered as he took them away and left the pair alone.
He looked to the side when Clark spoke, he was struggling in there. In every sense of the word. Barely sleeping of his own accord as his paranoia was setting in something fierce. He didn’t trust anyone in there, and was pretty certain if he did try to sleep his neighbor was going to murder him. Or try to anyway, Dick was still basically a ninja, even if he was a sleep deprived one.
Dick was trying to maintain sanity, but those guards just kept chipping away at it. “ I don’t even know what day it is.” He gave a pathetic sort of laugh as he ran a hand through his hair which was a little messy at this point.
Clark rubbed his temple a bit more, doing everything he could to focus on Dick who sat in front of him. The day before he'd had a dream and it had been weird all on its own. Not something that he wanted to think about. Everything was getting confusing and fast. Well, sort of confusing.
"Thursday."
He could hear the heartbeat in front of him. Could hear other heartbeats around him. Though, he's not entirely sure what was going on. Whatever it was? It picked a poor time to act up. Those eyes look towards Dick for a moment.
"You want to tell me why you look like you're about to fall over? And don't tell me it's because of lack of sleep."
The heartbeat he heard was a little irregular. More than once he’d been drugged. But it wasn’t like Clark really knew what was going on there, hell Dick barely knew. “..Shit I thought it was Monday.” He rubbed his eyes as he put his hand on the table. The wrist still looked a bit angry from the cuff marks, but it was cooling down a little.
“M’fine. Just tired.” He tried, not wanting to worry Clark or anyone else more than he was. “Guy next door screams all night. Ever heard someone sleep scream? Not pleasant.” He tried to joke, but his timing was off. He barely had any energy at all.
Dick's heartbeat wasn't the only one he was hearing. There was so many others and leaving this place, when it was time, was going to be fine. He already felt like he was punch drunk. Drinking was something that Clark didn't do. Even the man sitting across from him knew that.
When that lie crosses his friend's lips, he frowns. His heart seemed to skip a bit. "You're lying to me," he states watching him, even if those eyes watching the other man looked a bit pained. Normally? Clark didn't have a problem with everyday things, but today seemed different. He rubs his temple a bit more before watching his friend a bit more.
"Why do you look off, Grayson? And don't give me this bullshit of the guy screaming or whatever."
"Could ask you the same question." He might have been "off" as Clark put it, but Clark kept rubbing his temples, and he noticed. He shifted uncomfortably when he was pressed again.
He glanced over at the guard who didn't seem to be paying attention to them at the time. "They've been giving me… Something. I don't know what it was. Threatened to put me in solitary." He pauses for a moment to try to shake the exhaustion, but it wasn't working. "I can't sleep in here. Said it would help."
Dick wasn't a very complacent person when he hadn't done anything wrong to warrant this sort of treatment. "Stuck me with something before I got much of a say in.” If it had been a pill he could have just not taken it, but it was some kind of needle. A sedative of some sort. He held out his wrist where the tiny holes had left marks. They weren't exactly gentle. " Don't remember when they did it. Could have been yesterday or the day before." One guy had thought he was dead, but he'd just been sleeping. Heavily, all day. "I'm losing time entirely." He ran a hand through his hair.
"Hm?"
The whole statement throws him off, but he ignores it. He could do that in lieu of what Dick was telling him. Whatever he, himself, was going through could wait. At least a little bit, anyway.
Even as Dick glanced at the guard, he doesn't. He could hear where the man was at. He could hear where everyone was at and it was really starting to get to him. When that wrist is placed on the table, he sets his hand close, but doesn't touch. He knew how these idiots were about touching.
"They won't get away with any of this."
Once he got out of this place he'd have to contact Raven, let her know what in the hell was going on.
Oh, Raven was aware. At least aware that they were giving him some kind of sedative. She came by every day. Portal powers and all. At least one of those days he was out cold. But he hadn't put it to words or shown off his new injuries.
"Have your phone on you?" If he could take a picture without being caught, Dick might be able to see some real justice later.
He was maintaining a decent mask of sanity, since being locked up basically forced him to but seeing Clark there, all he wanted was to go home. He could feel his resolve shake. He was usually pretty healthy, in spite of his sweet tooth. This version that sat across from Clark was not.
Clark knew that visitors weren't meant to have their phones on them. That was a very big no no. However, with him being a firefighter and always on call they couldn't really take his from him. They probably could, but they hadn't. He wasn't really going to question that.
The Kryptonian listens for footsteps. Even if he was hearing every footstep in that place. It was driving him nuts and giving him a pretty bad headache. None of that mattered, not in that moment.
He didn't like how Dick looked. They weren't taking care of him like they were meant to. Luckily, the camera on his phone didn't have the sounds on. Even with everything feeling like it was slamming into him, he manages to take the picture and shakes his head.
"Your ass better hang in there. You hear me, Grayson."
Clark hadn't answered his question as to why he was looking so off, but his head suddenly felt like he was under water and his vision blurred. His wrist was bruised lightly where the needle had gone in and the cuffs had left their mark.
He was struggling to pay full attention to the man across from him and he rubbed his eyes.
"Trying." He pulled his hands back to his lap and the guard stepped toward them. "Times up, Grayson."
No, Clark hadn't answered Dick's question about why he was so off. His best friend didn't need that on his plate along with everything else. He looked off already as it was. Something that he'd talk to Raven about, once his own mind wasn't jumbled. When he wasn't feeling disoriented from hearing everything.
He looks towards the guard when he steps towards them, then stands up. Clark was actually a bit taller than the guard and he's trying to keep himself composed. Even if he was annoyed and upset at the whole damn place.
"Grayson? Take a leap of faith. Hang in there."
Dick wasn’t anything but numb. He’d nearly forgotten Clark hadn’t answered-and this would normally be where he was sharp. Interrogation was sort of his thing. A specialty, but he was not on his game at all. In fact he looked like he was about to pass out as he began to stand. Sitting had kept him stable, but he wasn’t anymore. He had to catch himself on the edge of that table and glanced back at Clark.
“Yeah. Faith.” He responded, giving a little bit of a wave before the officer returned to put the cuffs back on the raw wrists of his. He made no show of emotion or pain, he didn’t want to satisfy that guard. He wouldn’t be able to take much more though, that was clear. If they drugged him again, who knew what would happen.