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Tweak says, "He's just my stalker."

Barbara Gordon (alwaysabat) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-08-22 00:41:00

Entry tags:

barbara gordon/oracle, dick grayson/nightwing

Who: Babs and Dick
What: Babs comes by to check on him.
When: Backdated to two night ago
Where: Dick's apartment
Status: Closed

The easily seen through ploy hadn't fooled him and she was certain he had some suspicions as to why she'd asked. But given the fact that she currently had Indian food in containers in her hand as she used the key to open the door showed that she was paying attention. Dick was smart, but he was injured, and this was the standard treatment. Someone got hurt, they got food and company... that one time he's been on Tamaran - and yes she forgave him, but still sometimes that memory was difficult.

She wheeled herself inside and looked around, setting the food down on the table, but didn't see him. "Dick?" She called out and tried to look into the rooms of his place. He needed to come out. "If you're brooding I'm going to find you," she tried to joke. "I brought food!" And she had. If nothing else this was peace offering. This whole thing with her dying... she knew that he was worried. She was scared out of her mind, especially with this whole thing where they were going after the hellhounds, but maybe, just maybe they could just have a good night... Right?

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onatightrope
2010-08-22 05:14 am UTC (link)

Dick was smart, but he was also tired. He'd pushed himself since the reality shift. Done outrageous things, probably even stupid things. So in his mind he deserved to sleep it off. At least he thought so,unfortunately fate was never so kind. When Babs opened the door, he was nowhere to be found in the main room. Not in the kitchen, the lights were off. A few bat supplies left on the dining room table, as apparently the secret wasn't so secret in this world.

The smell of food and the sound of the door startled him slightly. His eyes didn't open at first, but his body tensed as if ready to move should the visitor be unwanted and dangerous. Then came the voice and his guard slipped a little. Not entirely since the way Babs had been acting lately, but at least a little. He started to sit up and run a hand through his messy black hair. His bedroom door was open, and already messy so he didn't wait for her to come to him. Instead he stood up still in a pair of boxer shorts and wife beater and stood tiredly. Just because they weren't in Gotham, or New York, didn't mean his schedule was much different. Nightwing at midnight, gym at six A.M. It was obvious he was worn out as he grabbed a pair of pants and flipped on the light.

"..Babs?"

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alwaysabat
2010-08-23 02:35 am UTC (link)

She didn't actually feel bad that the evidence pointed to the fact that he'd just woken up... it fell down into the category of 'he probably didn' eat before falling asleep.' A habit that Alfred had tried to get him to break for years with no success.

She didn't care that she saw him in his night clothes, not when she'd seen him on many occasions in less. It was just another thing. Another them thing. "Okay time to wake up and eat like you should have earlier tonight but probably didn't," she smirked. "Then you can go back to sleep if you want,but not before." If he wasn't about to take care of himself then it fell to her. Which really wasn't all that different than normal. Whenever he swept in he'd raid her refridgerator. It was something she was used to, keeping the birds fed. One reason the refridgerator in the Clocktower had been as large as it was...

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onatightrope
2010-08-23 02:43 am UTC (link)

His hair was a mess when she came into his line of vision, he'd obviously been sleeping for a while before she showed up. He knew he probably shouldn't have been so finicky when it came to putting on pants, but he felt a little weird after the demon possession, he hadn't entirely been himself. He still had nightmares almost on a daily basis. Tiredness was written in his eyes, but he would never admit to it.

"Fine. " He stated in a slightly cranky tone, but it wasn't much different than his 'I've just woken up, don't bother me' timbre she was used too. He wasn't a morning person, whether that morning meant early or late didn't matter. Either way he was waking up and that made it unpleasant and all the more closer to work time. He yawned and stretched against his doorframe before cautiously peering into the bag. "What'd you bring me?" His room was large, it was bigger than most of the rooms. He'd done it on purpose too. He liked having his space, it meant room to work out in, or have people over in-which he hadn't done yet.

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alwaysabat
2010-08-23 04:33 am UTC (link)

"Bring you? More like bring US," she said tilting her head to the side disapprovingly. He should ahve known better than to make a statement like that. Grouchy in the 'morning' or not, there were some things that she didn't take kindly to. Barbara moved to the kitchen, grabbing some plates and moved to put them on the table. "I brought Indian. If its too spicey we can always head and get pizza, but I don't really want to lug in again," she admitted, pulling herself closer to whare he was.

She started dishing the food, glancing over at him. "SO how does your shoulder feel?" She had to ask the question. Whatever had caused his line to snap - and admittedly it could have been wear and tear - but she had to wonder, because those lines did not snap easily. Not at all... They were designed that way. A bit of give so you did't completely break your arms while using them... It wasn't the first time he'd done this to himself. She shouldn't really be all that concerned, but it was a habbit that died hard.

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onatightrope
2010-08-23 05:06 am UTC (link)

"Alfred gave me an appreciation for spicy. " He stated with a shrug and watched her with tired not yet awake-eyes. He was awake enough to function but to have a normal conversation was a completely different thing. "I don't really want to go out again." He agreed to the Chinese food and sank down in one of his chairs. Brushing some of his dark hair out of his face he watched her get dinner together.

"Aches but I'm going down to the med bay tomorrow to get it fixed. " He'd hand the line off to Richie later on. "At least I always have back up line." Bruce had always taught up to be prepared for the worst, so he carried back ups of all his toys almost. And even back ups of his back ups. "I've done the ice and heat packs already, but I need to get it reset if it's going to be worth anything to me tomorrow night." Just because they were in a different city, didn't mean Dick was going to give up his nightly extra curriculars.

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alwaysabat
2010-09-02 04:44 am UTC (link)

She got some of the Vindaloo out and grabbed a fork, listening to waht he said. Recently, as the questions about the minors had come up, she'd started wondering about the morality of what Bruce had done to them... but it hadn't been Bruce that had done it to them, he'd done it with them. It had been their decisions and in the end that set them apart.

She sat back in her chair, trying to think up a different remedy than what he'd already tried, but could come up with none of them. "Some days I think you do these things in order to put me into an early grave," she sighed. It was the best way to handle it. Humor. "You might want to take it easy for a few days. Just because Alfred isn't here..." she trailed off. Both of them knowing what the end of that sentence would be.

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onatightrope
2010-09-04 08:50 pm UTC (link)

Dick couldn't help but smirk. Humor really was a Robin mood detangler. When in doubt, resort to the jokes. And when she had it was clear that he was already feeling better. "Yeah yeah." He offered with a small shrug and winced at the movement. It was stiff. Too stiff for him to do anything on anyway until Simon had the time to reset it. He really didn't like doctors, but resetting his arm could be a disaster if he tried it himself which he had in the past. He'd learned eventually just to let the doctors do what they did best. Within limits of course. He couldn't be entirely agreeable. That just wouldn't have been Dick Grayson. It was in his personality to be difficult and stubborn.

"Only sometimes." He mused as he snatched his own fork from the cabinet and dug into his plate of food. He was starving and it showed. Dick hadn't really eaten much that day, the pain from his arm killed his appetite, but Babs had this way of bringing it back. She was familiar and made him feel comfortable. Despite her actions lately. His trust was still on a wire with her, but she did bring him food. The way to Dick's heart was through his stomach. "How bout a movie?" He asked her with his mouth half full.

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