Barbara Gordon (alwaysabat) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-10-03 02:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon/oracle, dick grayson/nightwing |
Who: Babs and Dick
What: Even Bats need to be looked after from time to time
When: This evening
Where: Dick's apartment
Why: See 'What'
Status: Incomplete.
Over last few weeks had been extremely hard on the residents. All of them. There were really no exceptions. Usually it didn't extend that far but the whole town had been involved, and as much rampant confusion as there was, there were explanations that generally made no sense that the minds of the locals were latching onto in an attempt to rationalize what had happened...
But it wasn't the populous that she was worried about at that moment. No. Dick had been stressed. They'd all been stressed, but him... he'd needed sleep something awful. It was times like these, she realized as she put her copy of his key into the lock of his apartment, that they really needed Alfred. It was what he did. He took care of them, and she knew that he'd been looking in on Dick all these years, despite the distance. But now he wasn't there. And Dick was horrible at taking care of himself. Even if he was sleeping he wasn't working on the other aspects, and just being here was strain enough.
Closing the door behind her, she moved to the kitchen, not stopping to see if he was there - and put up some water for tea. She had had enough coffee to last her a lifetime. ...well maybe not. But she would check on him in a few minutes. He'd spent enough hours and done enough random appearances at the clocktower and her apartment over the years that she felt no problems in just coming into his unannounced. That was what family did. If you were a bat.