InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "yer MOM'S a tweak"

Dick Grayson has too many siblings (onatightrope) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-29 00:17:00

Entry tags:

dick grayson/nightwing, jason todd/red hood

Who: Nightwing and Red Hood
What: First meet up since Jason arrived.
When: tonight
Where: at the building Jason set on fire.
Warnings: Uh. Probably fighting. They're bats.

Dick was glad Andrew was going to talk to Dawn. With the news blaring in the background on his t.v. he couldn't stick around longer to discuss right and wrong. It wasn't the time for a debate. He needed to get those people out of that burning building and maybe save some lives. He didn't have time to talk down an angsting teenager. He had another to deal with across town. That one was more pressing. Blowing shit up took priority. With the television still on in his apartment and light still illuminating the room Dick finished suiting up. He opened his window on the very top floor and took a graceful swan dive out into the warm night. Everyone was tense. The end of the world breathing down the backs of their neck was making them all a little cranky, Dick wasn't complaining about getting out. Infact he was almost grateful for the distraction. Except it was bittersweet. At the end of his across town journey through rooftops and sky there was Jason Todd, and people trapped in a fire, people potentially already burned alive.

Dick hated fire. He had been very nearly burned alive on many occasions. There were a few notables, but Dick didn't want to think about them as he began to approach downtown and could smell smoke in the air. Jason was blaming him for his death. He died because he was the favorite. He wanted nothing more then to help, but he wasn't so sure he could. He was going to try everything possible before resorting to the locking in a dark place with no windows, or light. He hated seeing Jason like he was on the boards because Dick had known him for a short aount of time where he wasn't so psychopathic. The burning building was finally in Dick's sight after a few long minutes swinging his way across town. Normally being in the air like that put him at ease, but not this time. His mind was on Jason. He was also making a plan to get the victims from the fire.

Dick saw a window of oppertunity-literally. A window was clear of fire toward the south side of the building. Using one of his ropes he swung down toward it and straight through feet first. Glass shattered behind him and he looked around. The smoke was thick above him. It was nearly impossible to breathe in. He had to work fast. Dick didn't have any of Batman's toys to rely on anymore. No reserve oxygen, only the one emergency. He missed those about now. He knew he couldn't stop the fire, it was raging out of control and the building was threatening to collapse. He wasn't superman. He couldn't blow it out with a single breath, but he could get people down and out. Fortunately as he looked out the window hed smashed, most of them were already out and down on the streets with police and fire fighters.

Dick turned away from his window and crouched low, listening for the sounds of people. He began down the hallway. Nobody else was in the building anymore. Fire fighters couldn't get in. Dick was on his own. In the back of his mind he knew Jason had to be there somewhere. But his main concern was getting innocent, still breathing civilians out.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

onatightrope
2010-10-10 03:01 am UTC (link)

"What can I say. I've got a certain fondness for the people upstairs living." He stated with sarcasm dripping off his words. "Stupid Dick? Seriously, that's all you've got? Clever. Like I've never heard that before." He rolled his eyes, though behind his illuminated mask it was hard to see, the sentiment was there. And hey, sometimes that was all they needed to get the point across. He really didn't have time to fight him with fire lapping down the hall and through the walls, but he knew that's how it was going to end up. That's how it always ended up. Why was it always fire? Why couldn't they fight in cotton balls or something a little less hot. It was never a pile of kittens, or anything cute. It was always fire or water, or general doom. Unless it was a lame villain like the Condiment king, and then it just really wasn't worth it either way.

"You're going to kill us both over drug dealers? That's lame even for you Jason." As he spoke Jason went out of his eye sight, he tried to follow but the fire impacted even his better then average eyesight. It didn't help that part of his focus was on his breathing either. His attention was divided and he knew that was a mistake when it came to Jason and his recklessness. He needed to focus and hear him if he couldn't see him. Just like he'd been taught. When the enemy is out of eye sight focus on what is there instead of what isn't. He stopped searching through the flames for him.

Suddenly Jason was behind him. Dick had been in that position countless times. It didn't throw him off by a single step. He knew exactly how to change it up. He needed to get leverage. He could feel his oxygen starting to cut out and stepped back with one of his feet behind Jasons in a stronger stance. Bringing his arm across Jason's chest he thrust it into his rib cage, forcing him back and down to the ground harshly and breaking the contact.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

renegade_robin
2010-10-10 03:41 am UTC (link)

"It's catchy and your name is practically begging for a bashing. Why ruin a good thing?" Seriously, the fans picked a guy who had the name Dick over him? What the hell were they thinking? Yep, Jason was still bitter about that. He was still bitter about a lot of things, which was the fuel for all his crazy behavior. Blowing buildings up, going after Dick, refusing help when it was offered to him -- he wasn't right in the head to begin with, but with so much factoring into his emotions Jason couldn't help but behave the way he was now. What did the world really expect for him to do? Sit back, hide in a corner, pretend that everything he had gone through didn't exist at all? No, Jason wasn't going to do that. That was what Bruce did. He hid in the shadows and buried everything deep down. Jason wouldn't bury it. He'd set things right. And he almost had, too; he had been so close and now, after all that time and effort he had put in, he was here. Stuck with Nightwing, of all people.

"It's not the drug dealers that matter to me," Jason shot back. "It's you. I did this for you." Not entirely true. Jason did want the dealers to burn for their crimes. Setting up the explosions in the same city as Dick Grayson was only an added bonus to his actions. The criminals were burning alive in the flames that surrounded them. Now if Jason could add Dickie-Bird here to the mix, his mission would be all the more successful.

The jump from behind didn't go as well as he'd hoped it would. Stupid move -- he had underestimated his opponent. Jason should have known better. Dick wasn't an amateur here; he was one of Bruce's loyal students. He knew what he was doing. His shoulders were quick to slam onto the scolding hot floor. A low grunt escaped his throat upon impact, but Jason didn't dare linger on the floor for more than a half second. Lingering gave Dick time to do more damage. Jason wasn't a fan of that particular idea. Feet kicking out, he aimed for one of Dick's ankles, hoping to knock him down onto a knee. Once the kick was fired out, Jason quickly darted off the floor and flipped over him, fingers itching to reach for one of the guns on his back. It'd be so much easier to just turn around and shoot him. But, no, Jason wanted a fight. Even in the dark, it was easy to tell. There was something dangerous dancing wildly in his eyes. He wasn't finished yet.

"Do you think he would have avenged you?" Jason tried to control his breathing. The smoke was getting thicker. He wouldn't be able to take it much longer. "If the Joker had beaten you to death and ripped you apart, do you think that Bruce would have done more than bury you six feet under?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

onatightrope
2010-10-12 09:21 am UTC (link)

"Why? I don't know for the sake of being unoriginal. Dry. Worn out, over used. I can continue?.." He offered as he stared downward at his former partner. He was focusing more on slowing down his breath then having a chat with Jason. He had to if he wanted to get out the building alive, with the people stuck a few floors above them. "Me?" It couldn't be seen thanks to the mask hiding most of his face but there was confusion written over his features. "What are you talking about?" He was getting worse. It didn't take rocket science to see. Jason was unable to see the lines he was crossing. It only made it more dangerous for Dick. He was becoming more and more unpredictable He didn't want to lock him up till the end of time, and he refused to kill him. So what was option C?

Jason was his responsibility and nobody elses. He was being blamed. Not Clark, not the rest of the Justice League(which was still a weird term..) him. If he need be, Dick would follow him to the end of the earth to make sure something like this never happened again, and innocent civilians weren't caught up in family affairs. "They aren't a part of this Jason!" He tried reasoning, pointing above with a gloved hand. But very little of what he was saying seemed to be getting through. He doubted this time would be an exception.

"It practically killed him that he couldn't save you, Jason. " The longer he spent wrestling with Red Hood the worse the odds got that he was going to be able to save the civilians and get them all out of the building. His lungs were starting to burn. He estimated that the next few moves he made were vital and began internally mapping them out. When Jason hit the floor Dick followed. He attempted to pin him when Jason's leg came for a sweep and he barely spotted it out of the corner of his eyes. Visibility was terrible. But he saw it with a second to spare, and that second meant everything in their line of work. He was able to go in for the table changing roll and kipped up to his feet, facing Jason and his gun. he still had one of Babs' batterangs on him, it slipped instantly out of his gloves cuff where he kept what few items he had, and went straight for the disarm.

Even if Jason saw it coming, it was enough of a distraction to shove him out the same window he came through to get in the first time. They'd backed up nearly close enough during their scuffle. He knew a push out a window wouldn't kill him. It would give him just enough time to run and grab the victims above. So using the batterang as his distraction he lunged forward and with two strong arms thrust them at Jason's chest. Jason had to get out of the building, if he was feeling the burn heknew Jason was.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -