Dick Grayson has too many siblings (onatightrope) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-07-29 01:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon/oracle, dick grayson/nightwing |
Who: Nightwing and OPEN to any who may be lurking around rooftops! [or it works as a narrative]
What: Rooftop diving. His favorite passtime. No, seriously.
When: around 1am, Thursday morning.
Where: Lawrence rooftops
Warnings: TBA, depends on who tags in!
How many times did that make it now? Three times he was supposed to have died. He was living on borrowed time. But at least was living. Still it didn't make him feel happier. He couldn't get his head straight, and so before he went up to Barbara's apartment he suited up and crouched on his open windowsill looking down at the city below. He had a nice view and great heights. But he was distracted. He'd looked into the abyss and it'd looked back into him. A thing like that changes a person, unless they're made of stone. He wasn't stone, he never wanted to be. He was brooding and he knew it. So he cut it off at the pass. In a graceful swoop he turned his back to the bustling city below and dove head first into the open sky. He took a swan dive off the top floor of the complex. To some it was suicidal, to him it was revitalizing. It reminded him of the Circus traps and took him back to a simpler time.
Why did he still do this? Suit up every night and fight the good fight? It wasn't his city or his war. Dick remembered once upon a time when Kory was innocent and wide eyed (how he managed managed to think without smirking was nothing short of a miracle) that she'd asked him why he got up in the morning and looked forward to putting on a costume. He never got to answer her. They always got interrupted by Fearsome Five, or Deathstroke, or some other nut job super villain. Dick wasn't out for revenge, and it wasn't about money ( he had that, at least back home), so why? Barbara would have said if she were in her right frame of mind that it was because it was the right thing to do. But she would have been wrong. He did it because it was the only thing he would dare let himself do. It was easier to be Nightwing than it was to take on his own thoughts and to think. It was easier to put on the suit and become larger than life.
Thinking back on it, it might have been so much easier to just let go. Give into the darkness that had taken him over and just succumb. But he made a decision to live, and now he had to stand by it until he decided otherwise and he closed his eyes. He felt the wind through his black hair and the way the air currents pushed and pulled trying to force him in one direction or another but he refused to let them. Don't ever give up. His eyes opened behind his domino mask and grinned. There was nothing like it. His mind was his greatest weapon and up above the city traffic and smoggy cars it was finally clear. Fishing a rope from his back he threw it into the air like a fishermen and fishing wire. It latched onto the neighboring roof and Nightwing used the momentum he gained to land silently on the tip top of the roof and wait for the right moment.
Rooftop diving and rope swinging always made him feel better, and this time was no different. He spent hours through the night leaping gracefully from one ledge to the next until the early morning sun began to wash away the night sky and he was forced to call it a night. Landing ontop of the complex building, Dick began to cool down and stretch his arms so his joints weren't too terribly sore the next morning when he heard movement and realized he wasn't the only one. For half a second he froze, body ready to move at any second if the wrong type of person happened to find him. But when he realized who the shadow and footsteps belonged too, he visibly loosened and went about his business. If the person wanted to talk, they would on their own. No need to ruin a perfectly calm quiet morning if it wasn't necessary.