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

The tune Dark was humming was at this rate forever going to be engraved in is memory. Though he had to say he wasn't sure he was entirely against it. Why again was he doing this? Since he'd arrived in Kansas he really hadn't even tried for a social life and now yet again he had another large task on his plate. That was just how Dick Grayson was. He lived in a technicolor world with limitless possibilities but only dabbled in the word of the normal young adult. He was in his early twenties but he hadn't even been on a date or taken much time for himself at all. No, he was far more concerned with everything else. The safety of a city that wasn't even his for one.

Upon meeting Mr.Dark in that quiet park, all that changed. Dick had adopted Kansas. If it would have him, he would be there until the day it tore him apart. He would give it every ounce of who he was until he knew it was safe. Whether or not that was a good thing, time would only tell. Raising an eyebrow at Dark's sudden outburst his eyes lit up with intrigue before he could help it. "Grayson an Dark's Combined Act.."He repeated. It was his first time hearing the name like that. It was his circus. His name could be in the title. He was no longer just a performer.

Running a hand through his dark hair as Dark sobered slightly and he shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm aware that you use fear to manipulate your victims. What I'm not sure of is why, or how." He spoke cautiously, trying to pick the right words. Dark was good at his act. Dick had to be better. He had to prove that he didn't need help, he'd taken on this assignment and he was going to see it through.