Who:Clark and Dick What: Watching the sunrise. Dick realizes it might be one of the last ones he see's for a while. When:Wednesday Morning Where: Complex rooftop. Warnings: TBA, probably none.
Dick couldn't stay still. Anyone who could was either insane or ignorant. He wasn't sure which. Frankly he didn't give a damn enough to hang around and find out. He had to get out of the apartments. It felt like the walls were closing in, so naturally he climbed out of his window and scaled his way to the roof. He realized it was nearly sunrise. But it was his favorite time of day. It always had been ever since he formed the Teen Titans back in his pixie boot days. He hadn't gone on patrol that night. That was probably part of his problem. He was cooped up. Anyone who knew anything about him knew that Dick Grayson didn't do well caged in. Being kept in a box just wasn't his style.
The sky was a range of colors when he made it to the roof and leaned against the ledge. The calm before the storm. He could feel it in every fiber of his being. He hadn't been there for very long, less than a week and he was already helping to organize a plan to stop the apocalypse. He was starting to feel the pressure. He got as comfortable as possible on the ledge, his feet hanging over the side, and his arms out beside him for support. There weren't very many things certain about life, but the sunrise and sunset. He found them both equally grounding. But this time it wasn't helping as much as he'd like. His body was tense everywhere. He hadn't been to sleep since he arrived. The only thing he had on him were his suit and a pair of clothes he'd found in the complex donation box that really wasn't him.
Why was it that every time he showed up someplace new and special the apocalypse was breathing down it's neck? He supposed when or if he ever got back home he'd have to remember to thank Raven for all the preparation.