|Dick Grayson has too many siblings (onatightrope) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-03-18 02:32:00
|Entry tags:||dick grayson/nightwing|
What:Dick has a minor panic attack. Narrative.
When:last night backdated slightly!
Where:The apartment he shares with Darcy
Like free falling without a net it was the only way to describe it. Everything that had come at him lately it was surreal. He knew he was living it but it didn't feel like his life. Like he was just watching the world go by in a downward spiral and it was beyond his control. The fight with Jason didn't even scrape the surface of his thoughts as he found himself sitting in Darcy's home. It was the reason he was in that mess, but the real reason behind it was much more complicated. She was out. It was Saint Patrick's Day so Boone had the kids. The kids whose room he'd selfishly taken over the last few weeks. Darcy said she wanted him there, Dick didn't know if he could do it. He'd unpacked most of his clothes but he hadn't changed a single thing in her house. He couldn't explain the sudden discomfort that came over him or the claustrophobia that crept down his spine like a cold reminder that he didn't have a real family.
Darcy had invited him into hers and the gesture confused him. Bruce was trying to be nice and accepting and he didn't know how to process it. He tried to take it all in stride but instead it caused a reverse effect on him. The only time he remembered Bruce being that nice was that night he'd been in the audience when his parents fell from the traps and were murdered before his eyes at eight years old. His version of nice had been telling Dick never to look back. Always move forward and to do something with his parents death. Turn it into something bigger then himself.
Rheet rheeeet! He'd lifted his foot up. One of the kids toys. Picking it up and holding the item he looked down at it and smirked. Darcy had enough on her plate and he'd dragged his problems into her house when he hadn't even figured out the problems in his own. He couldn't stay there. He tossed it into a nearby toybox and took a deep breath looking around. Going into the boys room he picked up his duffel bag and packed up his things. Taking some of the cash she'd given him and his first paycheck from work he'd yet to cash Dick began to pick up his things and fold them away. Last but not least the new suit Tony had helped him to create. It was much more durable then the last, even had bits of bullet protecting armor that were lighter then a credit card to still maintain the suit's mobility.
Scratching out a quick note with only two words I'm sorry written on it he backed out of the room and was nearly ready to climb out a window when he realized he could just leave through the front door. Doing that was harder, more real. She deserved that after everything she'd done for him and what he was about to do to her. He just couldn't take it. He didn't know where he was going to end up. Damian's maybe, or Clark's. Or heaven forbid his own apartment. The places were free weren't they?
So for now as he looked down at his phone and at the time he nodded. His own place. Damian would either be asleep or just getting in from patrol, who knew about Clark. He took one of the spare and colder rooms, dropping his bag on the floor without bothering to put anything away and shutting the door behind him. He turned on the light and looked around at the silent and empty room. It felt sort of hollow inside, but really that wasn't a foreign feeling. For him that was one that was all too familiar.
Sighing softly he walked over to the sink and splashed his face with cool water. Tomorrow he'd figure out where he was really going. If this was where he really belonged.