Dick Grayson has too many siblings (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} onatightrope) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
Finally! Finally it was time to play. Zypher didn't have to pretend to be a pathetic meat sack who wouldn't even kill anymore. He had about enough of Meg and her orders, and the others with their threatening. It really wasn't nice. He wanted to show them that he wasn't really as impulsively ridiculous as they all believed. That he wouldn't go back to the rack. But now they didn't matter. He got the call like the others and headed toward the complex. Dick was loud and obnoxious and every now and then his thoughts got in the way. A stray 'let go', 'stop it', or attempt to regain control made it difficult at times to move the body as freely as he'd like. And the ear piece on his ear was irritating. He supposed it could have been worse, he could have had to wear that ridiculous Kevlar and pretend to be a hero. As he walked toward the building he pulled it off his ear and crushed it under his foot. The item crackled and went offline. A twisted smirk curved into the corners of his lips.
"Come out come out wherever you are." He chimed in a soft sing song voice and waited, watching his brothers gather. He was wearing the cool, calm, and collected face of Dick Grayson. But on the inside he was screaming to get out and bring the terror. He'd forgotten how long he'd been waiting for this day but it didn't matter anymore. It was there and he was ready. He played his part and now he wanted his reward.