|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!)
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.