Who: Dick Grayson and OPEN to anyone What:early mornings When: Morning after arrival sets in. Where: community kitchen. Where the food is, people usually are. warnings: tba but probably none
Thanks to Stephanie, Dick had found his way to the complex fairly easy. It was decently comfortable. Nice rooms, a bed all to himself, but even still he barely got any sleep by the time he rolled in at the morning hours of Way To Early. His anxiety and adrenaline were running on high and he couldn't get himself to calm down. He had zillions of questions, each one he'd scribbled out on a notepad he found in one of the drawers. One of the younger generations might have suggested he just post them online, but Dick needed to get his thoughts all straightened out first.
He wondered if this was how Tim felt all the time, mind constantly racing. Dick had coffee brewing while he paced back and fourth. He didn't feel up to eating solids yet. Too antsy. Too much on his mind. Dick brushed a hand through his black mussy hair and sighed tiredly as he leaned against the counter and finally stopped pacing. He wasn't the type to just take things sitting down-literally, but he was tired. He'd been awake for nearly twenty four hours. That wasn't an unusual thing for Dick since sleep came rare but when he had a chance to sleep he did usually take it.
He had to keep a calm head. He was no stranger to weird, but this level was a different story. People knew who he was before he even said it. Knew all about him as Robin, and as Nightwing, and apparently he had 'fanboys' whatever that meant. It was alot to process. At least he was able to find a spare outfit somewhere so he didn't have to stay in his suit. It was all he had on him on arrival.