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Dick Grayson has too many siblings (onatightrope) wrote in wariscoming,

Dick didn't like visitors. There were traps set up in his living quarters. But when Dick swore he heard a familiar voice, he took a cautious step forward from his hiding place in the shadows of that dark room. He was okay with the dark unlike most of the citizens getting antsy without electricity. Unsure of what to do with their time since they couldn't abuse it the way they used too for pointless things. Dick had grown up with the Bat Cave, and Bruce's paranoia. Darkness both on a literal and psychological level were things he could deal with for years without panicking.

Still, when he wanted to cook at times he wished he had more electricity then he could find. The weak amount he did have, was hardly enough to make canned soup faster then half an hour. The place was pretty sad looking when it came down to it. The city was once so filled with warmth and light despite the demons that occasionally came calling. He missed that too.

"Ron?" His voice first so the wizard knew someone was there. He hoped it was steady enough to convince him it wasn't a croat calling his name from the darkness. But just to be certain he stepped out into the open with his hands up to indicate that he wasn't armed. He stayed still for further reassurance that he wasn't going to come at the small group to eat them or turn them croat.

"It's me. Dick." He equally stared at the red head, trying to judge whether or not he himself was a croat. "I'm reaching for silver." He stated simply and with a slow movement he pulled a tiny shard from his belt. His clothes were more raggedy then they once were, but he sincerely doubted anybody would care at that point in time. Taking a slice into his own wrist to prove his lack of croat syndrome, crimson liquid dripped down his pale skin. No reaction. He then tossed the shard over to the wizard.