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

If he'd been at his prime, Dick might have stood more of a chance. Both against the croats and the gunmen. But it'd been so long since he'd even done a push up that his reaction timing wasn't as sharp as it once was. With croats finished, and guns pointed, Dick found himself trapped like a deer in headlights and swore internally. He looked for exits, but they'd circled and swarmed in like water. Closing him in with not even a single air bubble, Dick didn't enjoy the feeling of being trapped. It was something he hated actually. Being boxed in made him all kinds of antsy, but never the less he didn't want to irritate the men with the guns pointed at his head at this juncture, so he raised his hands in a form of surrender.

"So about that last left turn.. If you guys could just give me directions to the other left turn that looked identical to that one I'll be on my way." Still with the jokes even after all those years of harsh warfare and complete and total devastation. He was different looking in civilian clothing. But if Dick needed too he could still very much defend himself, despite not being armed. He was never armed. Anyone who knew him, knew that. Dick Grayson hated guns. He would never carry. Even in croat-land he didn't even try. He'd taken plenty of weapons away from croats, but he'd destroyed them thoroughly afterward.

He didn't want anything to do with them. Dick looked up at the voice that separated through the crowd. "You could say that. My map sucks." Trying for the humor again. Though it was weak footed. Dick hadn't had much human contact in the last few years to be practicing on. He'd only recently rediscovered the boards were still in use. Why they bothered, he still didn't know. Dick was no longer as fond of them as he used to be. He doubted he'd be frequenting them as much even though they were there.

"I'll just be on my way now." Again with the almost sing song sarcastic tone. He tried not to look back at Jason's men. The look on their faces gave him the chills. But despite his statement, Dick didn't move. It didn't look like the gunmen were about to budge either. He wasn't suicidal after all.