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Dick Grayson has too many siblings (onatightrope) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-13 15:29:00

Entry tags:

clark kent, dick grayson/nightwing, ron weasley

Who: Clark, Nightwing, Ron (and a few npc civilians!)
What: rescue.
When: 25 minutes after the post, just like Dick promised.
Where: not far away from Mcdonalds.
Warnings: TBA! demons, npc on npc violence? idk.

Dick was exhausted. He was running on very little sleep and even less food for fuel. It'd been a few days since they were invaded and he was locked out of the complex. Needless to say he wasn't getting very much sleep out in the open when the city was breaking out into riots and panicking. He desperately wanted a shower and sleep, but there wasn't time. He'd only gotten maybe 6 hours for the few days he'd been holed up on his rooftop away from the foot traffic, keeping an eye on the city below. When Clark had arrived he'd done the Latin, and was waiting wearing his Kevlar suit. Between the two of them it wasn't going to take very long long to get to Ron's McDonalds, which was a good thing. DIck didn't have much energy left, he had just enough to appear professional under pressure, and get Ron and the civilians out of a jam. Then he would be crashing for at least a good couple hours. He really hoped it didn't go on long.

He watched the Mcdonalds from the neighboring roftop and pulled out a pair of binoculars. He knew Clark could zoom in on everything, but Dick needed to see for himself so he could make a plan of attack. He was next to silent aside from a few directions of how he wanted to do things, it was obvious Dick was experienced in tactics. He spotted at least six gunmen outside the McDonalds that Ron had described. Armed and attentive looking for the slightest movement. Dick didn't hardly make any, he was used to tense gun situations. "If you want to take out the guns outside, I can get in through the roof and create a distraction. " He was good at those, of course he had no idea what he was going to do past the getting in, but he was also a master of thinking on the fly. He was creative and it paid off in the field. Especially now.

Dick could have taken out the gunmen himself, but he had Clark there. Why not utilize it? He could save some energy at least. He hoped this wasn't the apocalypse, he really did. He'd been through a couple of those already, but this one had demons. He couldn't be possessed again, and if it was the end, would his tattoo really work? While it was proving to be a sufficient distraction from unwanted memories and nightmares, he would rather live with them for the rest of his life every night then face the end of the world as they knew it.

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ex_sonofkryp215
2010-09-15 04:11 am UTC (link)

Dick wasn't the only one worn through. It seemed like everyone was. How could one possibly rest in a city cast into constant violence and chaos? Clark had gone out and done as much as he could for the city, but there was simply too much to be taken on and too little to do about it. People were possessed, but exorcisms weren't working. Holy water wasn't working. Rock salt wasn't working. Clark knew that they couldn't harm the bodies, so what else was there that they could really do? Clark tried containing a few at best, but that was only going to hold for but so long with creatures that had super strength of their own. Plus, he was pretty sure that, possessed or not, the demons still needed to eat. If Clark left them abandoned and locked away, the humans they were possessing were still at risk. It was a tricky situation all around, which was why Clark was more than eager to team up with someone else. Dick was probably one of the most reliable people he'd come across in this city so far, if not one of the few that he happened to know the best. Dressed in his dark uniform, Clark quietly peered out across the roof and down into the streets below. Honing in on his telescopic abilities, Clark watched carefully as the demons grouped together in scatters all along the street leading to the McDonalds. He could see a few more in the distance as well, but they didn't appear to be a direct threat at the moment. They were scavenging their way through a 7-Eleven a few blocks down. If Clark was quick enough, they wouldn't even realize that their friends were getting attacked. All he had to do was keep those demons from screaming, yelling, and firing their weapons.

It really was a good thing he had superspeed.

"Get them out as quickly as you can," Clark said determinedly, turning his gaze to Dick. "I'll hold down the fort out here until you do." He'd keep watch and make sure that they didn't end up having to face any unpleasant surprises. Clark also planned to get his hands on a live one. While Dick was inside getting the others out, he thoroughly intended to see if he could get some answers out of the last man - well, demon - standing. Clark wasn't one to get especially violent when he wanted answers (mostly), but he had a pretty sharp glare and a decent way to intimidate once his capabilities were shown. He was hoping that'd work to his advantage.

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onatightrope
2010-09-15 05:00 am UTC (link)

It was next to impossible to sleep. Even Dick's few hours here and there weren't exactly very restful. Through them he kept waking up at random noises, or being half asleep and never really reviving. It was the strangest thing. To him, Clark's eyes looked black, but he'd used the Latin, he'd done the whole shebang and nothing No black smoke trying to escape, or even a twitch. Sometimes he envied Clark, not even needing binoculars to see, but powers made things more complicated-he knew from experience. Kory for example. Or any of the other Teen Titans. He was the only one on that team who didn't have a special ability, truth be told he did fine without them. For most, going and doing what Clark and Dick were without powers would be suicidal. Dick had been trained almost as a tool since he came into Bruce's home at a very young age after his parents murder. Of course training wasn't the only thing that made him what he was, he was highly intelligent when it came to martial arts and acrobatics. Things like that helped. What made him who he was and not a Batman clone was his heart. He cared about how things were done, and to what degree.

"Won't even see me. In and out, my middle name is speed." He joked slightly and advised his new found partner. It was weird working with Clark so often as he had, but at the same time comforting. Back home he'd only worked with him on a few occasions, several unpleasant thanks to Bruce's stone set ways. But he looked up to Clark and trusted him. He was on his very short list, and it was nice to have that very same thing transfer even to younger not yet superman-Clark. Dick was extraordinarily fast for someone without super speed. He managed to get up to the rooftop without being seen while Clark started outside. He wasn't as good at Tactical planning as Tim the super genius was, but he was able to think on his feet and get creative, so from the front of the store there was a loud clatter while Dick used the ceiling and his bat tools to defy gravity and get to were Ron and the others were holed up. Only when he was above him did he try to get any attention from the red head. In a low voice he called down at him. "Hey. Ron. " And dangled a hand off the ceiling. He was thankful to have the tools he had, but he wished he had Batman's suction cups. It would have been easier then what he had on him for rock climbing-in the ceiling.

"Hurry up, this way.'' He nodded his head toward the door and stayed out of view. Hoping the demons wouldn't catch onto his little distraction trick, he ushered the group toward the back door.

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weasleyisrking
2010-09-16 09:01 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't easy, being all leader-like to a group of terrified Muggles. Ron wasn't like the traditional Slytherin - he liked Muggles, confusing as they were - but he had an odd sort of time relating to them and getting them to clam down. He couldn't use Quidditch references, he couldn't quote Merlin, he couldn't bring up Harry or even Dumbledore. Ron had next to nothing when it came to encouragement. More importantly, he didn't know how to properly help them with their injuries. One of their numbers were badly injured, while he and the other two sported fairly painful wounds themselves. It wasn't easy being a bloody hero, least of all in a fight where the entire world seemed to be standing against you.

Ron knew this from experience. It was part of why he had turned on Harry and Hermione when he had been at home. What a big fucking mistake that had been.

"Stay calm, yeah? Help is on the way," he assured the person that was spread across the ground, half bleeding to death. They had made them as comfortable as possible, but if they didn't get out of here soon? That was it. Anxiously pushing a hand through his ginger hair, Ron paced his way back and forth, keeping an eye on the drive-thru window as he did so. Dick was supposed to be coming. Where was he? Had he gotten hurt? Was he coming at all? Inwardly groaning, Ron flopped against the freezer door and closed his eyes. Trapped in a sodding McDonalds. Of all the places in the world he could have been stranded in, it was the one with the worst food. Go figure.

Ron was halfway beginning to consider trying one of their apple pies when he heard a voice from the ceiling. Ron grabbed at his wand and pointed it at the offending party, then drew in a deep breath when he realized it was Dick. Dressed as some sort of...er, superhero? Ron understood robes and the like. He didn't get the appeal in running around in tights and capes, however.

Muggles.

"We've got one we need to carry out," Ron told him, pointing to the person that they'd set up on the floor. "They're badly hurt."

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onatightrope
2010-09-16 09:32 pm UTC (link)

Dick frowned as he looked over the group and noticed the one Ron was talking bout. Yanking out his small black tools from the ceiling he dropped silently down to the ground with grace and little effort. He looked over his shoulder out the windows and caught a glimpse of Clark keeping an eye on the front. He could see it was bad on the outside, but if it was bad on the inside, carrying would be even harder. He knelt down by the injured civilian and tried to see if there was even a way to try picking them up without hurting them more. He didn't see any likely scenario where that would happen unfortunately. "This is gonna sting but we've gotta get out of here. Ron, help me out? Can you get on the other side of him?"

It was the lesser of two evils though really, carry out the victim or stay in a demon infested building. He had his comm link on, he didn't know if Clark did or not but he tried anyway. "Clark? Can you hear me?" Dick motioned to the others that were able to stand on their own to start inching toward the back door while the demons in the front were still clattering around trying to figure out who had caused a commotion. He wished he had a couple of Bruce's smoke bombs, but unfortunately he had to leave those toys behind when he was fired so it was all going to be on the art of misdirection. He'd done it with one but with a handful it wasn't going to be as easy as he'd like.

He did however have a batterang like toy he used to shatter a far window and create an illusion that the intruder they were looking for escaped from it. Dick frowned as the demons all rush toward that window and the group had an opening. It was going to be a difficult situation..he knew that from the start, but with one injured that increased the risk ten fold. He hoped Clark had made an exception for the comm links this time. Or could at least hear him via super hearing.

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ex_sonofkryp215
2010-09-17 04:37 am UTC (link)

Ron was obviously spending far too much time hanging around Muggles. He looked down at his wand, then pointed it at the bleeding man on the floor. "This might be a bit easier there, mate," he suggested. After a quick mutter under his breath, the man began to rise into the air, seemingly floating of his own accord. Magic. It might not have been super strong against those demons, but it certainly had it's practical uses. Making sure to keep a steady balance on the injured party, Ron waited for Dick to decide on their escape plan. He was perfectly content with running as quickly as possible, personally. It wasn't going to be easy with demons circling the area and such a large group to tend to, but Ron reckoned this was the only real shot that they had at an escape. It was either go out there and try to make a run to safety or stay inside this McDonalds (ugh) and wait to be attacked by those on the outside. Personally, Ron preferred neither option. He just wanted to be safe. But, he being the person that he was, knew that the safety would have to come through action. He wasn't Harry Potter. That much was apparent. But Ron was still a Gryffindor and he had still seen his own fair share of battles. He could handle this.

...hopefully.

"Loud and clear," Clark muttered from the other side of the comm, seemingly distracted. He was. There was a demon currently writhing in his grip, begging him to let her go. Clark wasn't interested in doing anything like that just yet. Turning his gaze to the McDonald's, Clark ignored the demon as it uselessly beat against his chest with a hand and focused his x-ray vision through the walls and into the building. He could see the others already moving for the door, just as the demons from the outer edge began dashing for a shattered window. "Need a little help with the heat on your heels?"

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onatightrope
2010-09-17 05:02 am UTC (link)

"Woah. What?" Dick backed up slightly in surprise. He was no good with magic, but there really wasn't much time to discuss his squeamishness. His hands up in surprise, Dick lowered them in a terrible attempt to appear a little professional. But honestly he'd had a pretty bad experience with magic in his life thus far. Raven to name one. When the idea of comms first came around via Barbara, Dick really didn't like the idea much. But with time he learned of the usefulness and hoped Clark would of his as well, Babs would never be as strict as she was with him with Clark, so that helped. If Dick even thought about turning off his comm link up Babs was screaming at him the next day. He knew she worried, but sometimes like now, he really had to just focus on the task at hand. "I wouldn't say no to some daring heroics about now." He spoke to Clark while he watched Ron and the others.

Motioning to duck low and head out the back door he started to usher them along. "Stay low and quiet." With any luck they wouldn't be needing a rescue, but a back up wouldn't hurt. "On my mark we run for it." Dick wasn't sure what Clark had in mind, but whatever it was he'd know it when it happened and be able to get the people,- and his new floating victim out with little trouble once it went down. he hoped.

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ex_sonofkryp215
2010-09-19 12:08 pm UTC (link)

Ron didn't know how they were going to get out of this thing in one piece with all those demons scampering in through the broken window. That wasn't to say that he wasn't going to try doing all he could to ensure that they did, but Ron was a skeptic at heart. When he saw something bad, he got all negative and thought the worst was going to happen, even though his heart demanded that he do something to prevent it from doing so. Wand tightly focused on keeping the injured man afloat, Ron desperately looked over at Nightwing. Where was the bloody signal? What was he waiting for - the demons to decide that they didn't want to maul them to death after all? Blue eyes fixed on the shattered window, Ron shifted his wand from one hand to the other. Taking aim, he fired a stunning spell at the first demon that he could get a proper fix on. It wasn't as strong as it could have been, even with his magic being a bit off against enemies in this wacky universe, but it made the demon stumble a bit. That'd buy them some kind of time, right?

Clark was going to make sure that they had all the time that they needed. Breaking a ladder down from a wall it had been welded to along the side of an alleyway, Clark wrapped the steel around the demon that he had captured, shoved it back into the wall, and used his heat vision to glue the ladder down. The demon was stuck. Unless it tried to escape the body it was possessing, it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Satisfied with that at least, Clark turned and took off at a run toward the McDonalds. One second he had been standing halfway down the street with his captured demon, less than half a second later Clark was at the broken window, scaring the offending demons back with intimidating blasts from his heat vision. He didn't strike any of them - Clark was aiming for the pavement - but the heat vision had clearly taken them all by surprise. Most of them were running back. The few who dared to linger behind tried to shoot at him with their guns, but they weren't effective. The bullets simply bounced right off him. "Thought I'd rival some of that heat with a little of my own," Clark said, voice coming in through the comms. "Be careful. I think I saw one or two get in before I got to the window."

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