Dick Grayson is just wingin it (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nightwingingit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2014-02-08 12:56:00 |
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What:Being good is boring. Maybe shenanigans!
When:backdated to yesterday.
Where:Aroounnd
Warnings:TBA
Kon was trying the whole being good thing. The not rushing into more trouble than he could really handle deal, but it was boring. He was bored beyond belief. He never knew how difficult it'd be to live a normal life. This was normal wasn't it? Wake up in the morning, breakfast, part time job, and then home again to do the fooding and sleeping all over again? Wash, rinse, repeat. Why did it almost feel fake to him?
He was a little reluctant to go meet Lois at the paper after having been fired, but just maybe he'd find a way to shove some cat food in his former bosses drawer or something. Liven the place up a bit, invite all the neighborhood cats to the office. So maybe he was a little bitter about being let go, but he'd only been trying to keep the world from falling apart. Sue him for not showing up to his shift after a week of all nighters full of natural disasters and otherwise. It happened in school too. He'd vanish to save the world and end up with detention for being tardy. Sometimes having powers really just sucked.
So he thumbed over the container of cat food as he wandered into the building. Nobody even seemed to notice him. So nice being missed. At first he thought of just going straight to Lois's desk, maybe this wasn't such a hot idea-but then he scoffed and tossed the small can into his hand with a roll of hi eyes and headed toward his former bosses office. Using his x-ray vision to make sure nobody was inside, he slipped in carefully. Then he held up the canister of tuna fish and poked holes in it with heat vision, slipping it into the man's drawer, and under several stacks of messy folders so it couldn't be easily seen where the smell was coming from. Wandering toward the window to open it he kept an open ear for any noises that indicated someone was coming. Only twice did he freeze at the idea that he'd get caught. Super powers were sometimes awesome for pranks. If he didn't do this, what kind of super was he.
He snuck out of the Max's office just as carefully as he'd snuck in, and looked around for Lois. He tried to put his best innocent face on.