Who: Dick and Andrea What: a random meeting When: After the rooftop games. Where: community kitchen. Warnings: TBA but likely none.
The games were a success. He should have known. Babs had things under control with her group, but after she got herself killed by hellhounds Dick had been on edge. He wanted to make absolutely sure that she knew what she was doing. Damn dislocated shoulder or otherwise. It was nearing midnight when Dick finally made it back after playing safety for the newbies. He made sure everyone got in before leaving the games. He didn't want to take a chance with someone getting hurt just because he wanted to leave a few hours early. Unfortunately he should have. His shoulder was throbbing. He'd gotten it reset just before the game began, but it was still sore and achy. He needed an ice pack.
After peeling out of his Kevlar and into a shower, to his civis, Dick stretched his arm and winced. Bare footed, Dick padded into the kitchen and searched the freezer for said ice pack. It didn't take long to find. The fridge and freezer were pretty well stocked. Dick took the cold pack and sank into a chair at the table. He was tired but he hadn't been sleeping the whole night through anyway since Babs had died. There were nightmares. Of course, there were always nightmares in his line of work, but this was worse. He still cared about her even if it was his job to drive her up the wall. It was fully in his job description if anyone looked closely at the fine print.
Dick played with the idea of watching a movie, but he was to drained to focus on one. Even the Three Stooges sounded; his favorite movie-sounded like a task. He'd been pushing ever since he arrived in apocalyptic hell, Kansas.