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Dick "life's a carnival" Grayson (lifesacircus) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2021-03-17 12:38:00

Entry tags:

!complete, clark kent (superman), dick grayson (nightwing)

Who:Dick and Clark
What: Restless night
When:Recently. idk
Where:Their place
Warnings:none really.

Dick had a bit of a rough night after the lawyer call. Memories he’d rather forget kept trickling into his brain. So instead of trying for sleep, he just got up. Too restless to shut his mind down, he pressed his head into his face and rubbed his eyes. It'd been a few nights of this now, restless and general anxiety. Fortunately none of it had led to a panic attack or anything just yet, but he didn’t want to stay down and end up there anyway.

He’d sworn off the alcohol after the last fiasco for a while, so that wasn’t an option for him. So he stood quietly and made his way toward one of the drawers he’d claimed to pull on a shirt. Coffee might be the next best thing, He could do coffee, just anything to occupy his hands.

Clark hated everything. He understands that the call had to happen. That the lawyer needed to let Dick know what needed to be done. What they wanted to get done. He hated how anxiety ridden all of this was making his boyfriend. He even wanted to head down to the prison and level it to the ground. Not that he could. Well, he could but then it wouldn't be shut down properly.

Grabbing his lead lined glasses, he puts them on and then heads downstairs after Dick. It wasn't like he slept much anyway. Not while listening to the world around him.

It was probably good that the alcohol had been removed, he was fairly tempted to drink that anxiety away. He wouldn't have wanted to be uninformed, he would have been angry actually if he hadn't been kept in the loop. He was tired, but couldn't stop his mind from racing. When Clark joined him, he did frown a little.

"I woke you?" he hadn’t meant to, but it was inevitable with a super hearing boyfriend probably. "Sorry." He couldn't stay still, so much so that the coffee bag was becoming a mangled mess in his hands the more he fought to open it.

There would be no alcohol in their home. Not as far as Clark was concerned, at any rate. There was little to no need for it. The only one able to really get drunk being the man before him. One who was fighting with the coffee bag and losing.

Moving over he places his hands over Dick's to still them before opening the coffee bag for him. "You know that I hardly sleep," he tells him. "Even if I hadn't been woken up, I wouldn't of stayed asleep for long."

Unfortunately with anxiety, he had difficulty functioning in certain ways. Hand movement was one of them. Our was probably good he wasn't out that night, he hadn't been for a couple nights now. If he couldn't trust his coordination , he didn't go. He didn't have super powers to rely on if things got weird. "I know, but you could have stayed.." he didn't have to get up.

"Thanks." He was a bit annoyed he couldn't get the coffee to cooperate and just open. "Captain sent over some of my stuff from work earlier." A jacket he'd left behind, little things like that. "Want coffee?" now that the bag was open he could easily make two cups.

Clark knew anxiety. Not personality, but well enough. Between the people that he saved and then what Dick had gone through with the prison stuff, he knew. It was something that he hated. Something that he wished he could help with that much more, and knowing that he couldn't. Things just didn't work that way. "I could've, but I didn't."

He kisses his cheek before moving over to a chair and giving the other a soft smile," Anything important in it?" As for the coffee," Coffee sounds good."

Clark helped more than he knew just by being there. The prison incident was what had sparked it, it was a new thing he didn't really know how to navigate too well. "Stubborn." He teased but gave a little smile at the kiss. Nevertheless he poured the coffee into the machine and set out a couple mugs.

"Just a jacket I kind of missed." otherwise nothing huge. He actually had it near by hanging over a chair. He picked it up. "Leather one I forgot about.." he set it back down on the table. "And a file."

"You knew this when you met me." Clark was a Kent and the Kents were known to be stubborn people. Or, well, his old man was stubborn and so was his ma. Which meant that he was one of the most stubborn people out there.

He gives a bit of a nod and lets his eyes run over the jacket for a moment, make sure there was nothing in the pockets or secretly hidden within it before looking towards his boyfriend," File on?"

In the lining of that jacket, there was something. An odd shaped weapon in the sleeve. It looked thin. Almost like a needle of sorts. Nobody without super vision would have noticed. Dick wouldn't have put it there, if he moved his wrist or would have pierced him, not any attacker. "I know and I love you for it." he smiled over his shoulder at him. Clark made him feel safe and wanted. He wanted to be around him as often as he could.

"The partner they'd accepted on my behalf. His name isn't even what I thought it was." There was a hint of anger to his tone, but thankfully the coffee was done. He reached for it and poured it into the two mugs.

"How attached are you to that jacket?" He'd noticed the weapon of sorts in the sleeve of it and it didn't look anything, to him, like something Dick would use. That looked more deliberate than he cared to think about. Which meant whatever that was had to be made of something even more dangerous, considering that he's sure the police stations had metal detectors in them.

He shakes his head at the mention of the guy's name," Did you get rid of the file already or do you need me to store it away so you never have to see it again?"

Dick raised an eyebrow at the question. "I mean kind of attached, why?" obviously not that much, he hadn't worn it. If he had who knew what would have happened to his wrist where that item was placed. He looked over the jacket, but with his own eyes saw nothing out of the ordinary, so he frowned." What do you see? " Knowing Clark could see more than the average human could. That worried him a bit.

"Everything about it is forged. Down to the name." Fuck, he had obsessed over it when he got it. It was still on his mind in fact. Nobody must have looked at the file at all. Or they were paid off.

"Because if you go to put that damn thing on, you're going to slice your wrist open," the Kryptonian states simply. He looks towards the jacket on the table for a moment before back over at Dick. "There's a type of needle or something in the arm of your jacket."

He gives a bit of a nod at the mention of how things were in the file. "I wouldn't be surprised." He wasn't surprised that everything had been forged.

Glancing over at Clark and then the jacket he frowned. "A needle?" that kind of weapon definitely wasn't his style, and only caused a bit more worry. If he'd put that on, he'd have done it at work. His mind was racing. It had to be that guy they'd hired right? Or what about the arresting officers. The captain probably didn't know, he was the only one who'd been decent through this whole thing. His hands suddenly felt a little clammy as he gripped at the back of the chair nearby. Looking at that jacket, he felt violated. "I don't care what happens to it, no." he finally responded, trying not to freeze up at the thought of it.

All the thoughts in his mind were colliding. Some memories, others were lies his head made up. His head was a mess.

"Good. I'm taking it out back and burning it then," he tells him. Heat vision came in handy for some things. Whether it would melt down what was inside of it was a whole other story all together. Either way, it didn't belong in the house. Not knowing that it could've harmed the other. When it could've harmed his boyfriend.

He moves over to Dick and kisses him softly," How about we drink that coffee and then you can follow me out back, or I can do it on my own."

He liked it, but in the end it was just a jacket that really didn't have any meaning behind it. No sentimental value, so damnit why did it hit him so hard? He reached for his hand as he returned that kiss. Everything to do with December had been awful. It had put him in one of the darkest places he'd been in mentally for a while and he really didn't want to sink back into that spot. “ I think I'm going to attend the trial. Whenever it happens." He'd made up his mind. He wanted to personally take a piece out of the place that had nearly taken a piece of him.

" Yeah. Hopefully I didn't just burn it. " Coffee could be picky sometimes. He smiled a little in an attempt to lighten things up." Burn it huh?" maybe burning it was the best plan.

Clark entwines their fingers together, pulling Dick closer to him and wrapping his arms around him. He got it. Whoever had been trying to get to him was trying to get into his head. Last thing either of them needed was for Dick to head down any dark paths. If he did, though, then the Kryptonian would be there for him.

He gives a bit of a smile," I'm sure that you didn't. Or, if you turn it off now, you won't." A slight tease. "Yeah, take it out back and take my heat vision to it."

Dick didn't fight the embrace. That alone was an improvement to how he used to cope with things. He was more likely to push someone away rather than accept help if he completely embraced the darkness his brain threatened him with.

" Let it burn. " he didn't care much, he just wanted to stay right where he was for a minute. He wanted to attempt to stave off the badness he felt inside. Everything else he damned. He just needed to feel safe for a minute. Clark did that. "I think I want to see that." he meant the thing with the heat vision. He always did like seeing the powers his boyfriend possessed on display.

Luckily, for the both of them, they were close enough where Clark could reach out and turn it off. As much as he didn't mind the sentiment, he didn't like the smell of anything burning. Much less coffee. That was something that could easily make a person gag. He doesn't, however, let go of Dick. Merely holds him to him.

"Let me know when you're ready and we'll go do that. Then, if you want, I can float us to the roof," he says softly. Not quite fly, but it would suffice for the other, he's sure. It would keep them out there in the fresh air, at any rate.