InsaneJournal

Who:Dick Grayson and Jason Todd
What: working together?
When: tonight
Where: Jasons Territory
Warnings:TBA



Dick wished he hadn't left his place. He didn't know where to go. Or if he'd be welcomed when he arrived. Seeing all those bodies again had thrown him for a loop. He should have acted accordingly. He should have done his job and figured out what their time of death was, and what killed them. But he couldn't get out of there fast enough instead. He left before he did anything, but he couldn't get those burnt faces out of his head. He found it hard to breathe after that. It felt like his chest was burning. He wanted nothing more then to go back into hiding. He'd spent years as a hermit, living by himself, and for himself selfishly away from those he used to call friend and lover. After they lost the fight and Kansas slipped into a war zone, he didn't see a point anymore. The way things were going, they were all going to die anyway.

But something stopped him from disappearing again. Maybe he'd developed a conscious again. Or maybe it was really that he couldn't find his way back. Both were distinct possibilities. When he first found that place and called it 'home', it was dark and everything was different. He could barely sector the city off like he did every time he came to a new city or place like he'd always done in the past. With the amounts of destruction Lawrence had seen, it was difficult. Leveling next to impossible.

Still he kept going, walking through the rubble and unaware of the hot zone he was nearing. Unaware of who's territory he was stumbling into. Dick was dressed in civis. It'd been a long time since he needed his Nightwing Kevlar. He sincerely doubted he'd ever pick it up again, despite Stephanie and Ron telling him how bad off things had been, and how they all needed to fight together. It was a nice speech, but after they lost Dick's mindset was drastically altered. He didn't want to fight anymore. He didn't have a reason to fight. The world didn't need Nightwing, and so he slipped between the cracks.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case this time. The further and further he walked into Jason's corner of hell on earth, the more his senses kicked in and started attempting to warn him of the bad ahead. Dick hadn't been training in all that time off, he hadn't been honing his skills, and so despite his bodies tension as a warning he hadn't even stopped to consider the danger he was walking into. He'd given up plain and simple.

There was a noise behind him. It was so loud and obvious that he really couldn't ignore it, and when he turned around he wished that he had. There were four croats closing in on him from behind. Dick looked around for something to use as a weapon, but he found nothing. He backed into a defensive stance and his shaggy, unkept black hair fell into his eyes. It'd been so long since he fought that his muscles were achy even with before the fight began at the foreign movement. One of the croats advanced at a rush, and Dick kicked it back into it's friends. The small group stumbled and fell. Dick looked for a way out, but there was none. On the other side of him, more croats were gathering at the sound of the scuffle they'd been alerted.