Dick Grayson | Nightwing (
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( open ) but everything looks better when the sun goes down
who: dick grayson + others
what: fireflies + may catchall
when: all of may!
where: all over
warnings: possible violence
Yellow
[ In Dick, fear blends and shifts, keeps him moving rather than freezing him up, looking a lot more like newly single-minded dedication than anything else. Fear turns him outward, draws him inexorably into the role of unasked-for shadow, and whether you're a friend or a stranger you're likely to find him there, sudden and unannounced, if you happen to step out late at night. If you're venturing out past the fence alone. ]
Hey. [ Look again and he's beside you, decked out in a mask (or a police uniform, take your pick). ] Not sure if you know the area, but it's not safe out here right now.
Red (anger)
[ On red Dick simmers. At the Police Station he's picking up extra shifts, passing the break room to down coffee after coffee in the rare moments that he's not out on patrol. With coworkers and friends he's snappish and short, burying himself for hours at a time in the archives with old case files. He's never at home.
As Nightwing he's somehow easier to find - or run across by chance - but if you happen to be looking the road there is paved with unsettled lowlives. No one is maimed or even seriously injured, but he's scared them, clearly with an intent running deeper than Nightwing's typically brisk, playful style of violence. Find him mid-battle just by the fence, taking on at least 12 too many vicious, snapping monsters. Find him mid-interrogation on the roof, holding someone against the drop-off more securely than the man in question likely perceives. ]
Blue
[ Or find him just after that.
Blue never lingers on Dick for long, but he's easy prey when his strength is limited, worn down by effort expended on walking himself down from anger and fear. He can't outpace the feeling when he's already steeped in shame. When a thousand what ifs crowd out everything else. Find him sagging in that dark alley, head in his hands; or huddled out by the fence, surrounded by wounded monsters. Give him a few minutes, he'll be alright. ]
[ ooc: pm or hit me up at
with_pins if you'd like to play out a more specific scenario! I'd prefer to avoid lust prompts for Dick at this time, but Violet, Green, and Orange are all on the table with some discussion. ]
what: fireflies + may catchall
when: all of may!
where: all over
warnings: possible violence
Yellow
[ In Dick, fear blends and shifts, keeps him moving rather than freezing him up, looking a lot more like newly single-minded dedication than anything else. Fear turns him outward, draws him inexorably into the role of unasked-for shadow, and whether you're a friend or a stranger you're likely to find him there, sudden and unannounced, if you happen to step out late at night. If you're venturing out past the fence alone. ]
Hey. [ Look again and he's beside you, decked out in a mask (or a police uniform, take your pick). ] Not sure if you know the area, but it's not safe out here right now.
Red (anger)
[ On red Dick simmers. At the Police Station he's picking up extra shifts, passing the break room to down coffee after coffee in the rare moments that he's not out on patrol. With coworkers and friends he's snappish and short, burying himself for hours at a time in the archives with old case files. He's never at home.
As Nightwing he's somehow easier to find - or run across by chance - but if you happen to be looking the road there is paved with unsettled lowlives. No one is maimed or even seriously injured, but he's scared them, clearly with an intent running deeper than Nightwing's typically brisk, playful style of violence. Find him mid-battle just by the fence, taking on at least 12 too many vicious, snapping monsters. Find him mid-interrogation on the roof, holding someone against the drop-off more securely than the man in question likely perceives. ]
Blue
[ Or find him just after that.
Blue never lingers on Dick for long, but he's easy prey when his strength is limited, worn down by effort expended on walking himself down from anger and fear. He can't outpace the feeling when he's already steeped in shame. When a thousand what ifs crowd out everything else. Find him sagging in that dark alley, head in his hands; or huddled out by the fence, surrounded by wounded monsters. Give him a few minutes, he'll be alright. ]
[ ooc: pm or hit me up at
( Wanda )
Hey, Wanda.
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Hello, Dick. You found the place easily I hope?
[It's not exactly hard to navigate this city but Wanda finds herself relying on polite conversation to cover the fact that she's not certain how to great him physically. They cuddled on a rooftop, so a handshake is out of the question. She's not a casual hugger but a kiss seems like too much at the start. Aren't they supposed to happen at the end? She's not about to hop onto the bike right away either so. She stands there. Near him. Body language all too obvious about wanting to reach out but not being certain how.]
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No. No problem at all. How've you been?
[ Which from Dick at least, is always a sincere question. ]
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[Helping to host a dinner for people from their multiverse, being elevated as a goddess to a colony of talking mice, and speaking with new arrivals from their world in particular had been enough on top of her day job. After a moment's consideration, she steps in to press a kiss to his cheek. It's chaste, but the expression on her face is almost sweet when she pulls back to smile at him.]
But I'm glad to see you. Have you been keeping out of trouble?
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-Yeah. I've been busy. Or I would've called a lot sooner. [ He can't quite wipe the smile off his face now. ]
I kind of wondered for a minute if you were gonna show up.
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Because you've been too busy to call? You weren't the only one, which means it very well could have been me calling you, wondering if you'd show up.
[So there. They're even.]
So, now that we're both here, where do we go from here?
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It's amazing how quickly he's kind of forgetting that damage control was the actual end goal here. ]
You feeling like Italian? [ He passes her his spare helmet. Safety first. ] ...If there’s actually an Italy in this reality.
[ Not too casual to be romantic, not too romantic for a first date. ]
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She takes the helmet when offered and puts it on.]
Italian or something like it sounds delicious.
[Having ridden a bike before, she doesn't wait for an invitation. Wanda swings her leg over the back of his bike, ready to settle behind Dick and wrap her arms around his waist so she won't go flying.]
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The rush of the wind, an uncomplicated road, and a wonderful girl pressed close to him. He's spent worse afternoons. After a moment he shouts: ]
Were you seriously gonna reach out if I didn't call first?
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Yes. Eventually. As I said it's just been a bit busy lately but...I wouldn't have wanted that to be the last time I saw you.
[Because of the conversation. The kinship. The kisses too. The mystery of layers he's wrapped in that she wants to get to know better.]
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Damn it. ]
...Yeah. Wasn't the note I wanted to end things on either.
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Biting her lower lip on a smile, she rests her cheek against his back.]
I'm glad.
[And until he slows his bike, Wanda is content to simply to hang onto Dick as he drives them to the restaurant of his choosing.]
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He is absolutely getting ahead of himself.
He winces a little as he pulls the bike to a stop, still a little reluctant to break the contact as he hops off with an agile little jump. He'll offer her a gentmanly hand. ]
So I did kind of have one question.
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The fact that he has a question already makes her curious, however. Curious and perhaps a little on guard. She can guess what he might ask about, she's been anticipating it...]
Only one?
[Her tone suggests she's a little amused and open to answering more than one question...depending on what they are.]
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Well, for starters- [ get ready ]
...Desert island question. You get two friends from home to keep you company on the beach until rescue arrives.
You ever put any thought to that?
[ It actually is a halfway serious question. You can tell a lot about someone by who they choose to surround themselves with.
And he sure is keeping that hand if she lets him. ]
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Her smile widens into a grin as he asks his question--not that she expected--and Wanda allows herself a moment to consider it carefully.]
Do the friends have to be living? Can they be from any world?
[Because she may as well figure out if there are any limits to this hypothetical question as she, yes, continues to hold his hand.]
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Sure. But you only get one version of each friend. [ Since that seems to be a thing for a growing number of people here ]
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Limited to two friends, that would rule out my brother and both of my parents. I'm not certain I could choose between them so...Pietro and Clint I think.
[She offers him a little smile, faint.]
My brother and a friend back home. My brother would keep us entertained and Clint would keep us alive until we were rescued. And you? Have you given the question any thought?
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Bruce is... the man who raised me. Probably the most competent guy I've ever met. [ Which is probably all he can say on that front. ]
...And I'd pick Donna. We've been best friends since we were thirteen. There's not much we can't accomplish when we're working together.
[ It doesn't hurt that she's also a magical star goddess who could princess carry them to safety in the time it would take Batman to lash together a boat out of drift wood. But there's a softness to his face when he says each name. Dick chooses from the heart. ]
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Her smiles grows a little as she stretches her legs out in front of her, feet rocking left and right in a small sign of nerves.]
Would you tell me more about them?
[She wants to know more about him, the man who raised him, and the girl he's been such close friends with for so many years. After all, you can tell a lot about a person not just by the company they keep but by how they speak about them to others.]
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Bruce is... [ actually a tough place to start, given that the last conversation they'd had had been a screaming match about the mission that had nearly killed him, on his way into this place.
But for Wanda, he wants to try. ] -he’s not always an easy guy to know. But he understands me. And he's done a lot for me over the years. [ He's family, for all that he’s not always sure Bruce reciprocates that feeling these days.
Only he knows what that really is. It's a drilled in tendency Dick fights in himself every day. He won’t live with only the mission to sustain him. A world populated with only the crushing memory of loss. With no room for those in the here and now. The chance for real, present love.
He’s quiet for a moment, but the shadow there passes in a second. ]
And Donna's kind of the sister I never had. We met on a, uh- [ well ] -sort of a team thing, when we were kids. And we had a lot in common.
[ If he picks up on that nervous tic of hers he's careful not to let it show in his face. His expression is open, genuine curiosity. ]
Same question. Back atcha. [ He cares enough to want to know. ]
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And Donna, Donna is family in her own way. Perhaps not a daughter to Bruce as Dick is probably a son to him, but she's part of Dick's family.
She picks up on his his mention of the word team, and she can't hide the way her interest shows on her face, but she doesn't question it. Not yet. It's her turn to speak, after all.]
My brother...he was very open. He talked easily and often, and he was as impulsive as I can be careful. [Her expression is fond, even though she speaks of him in past tense.] We were inseparable, not just because we were all each other had left. There was no one in the world who understood me or what we'd been through the way he did, no one who cared about me the way he did.
[And now there was no one left in the world who loved her the way Pietro did.]
And Clint...we both met Clint and his team over a year ago. We didn't really get along at first but circumstances changed...it gave us an opportunity to know him better. A straight forward, practical man with an easy sense of humor. Smart and skilled, and...I suppose one of the people I'm closest to back home.
[Even having known him such a relatively short period of time, even having maintained their friendship long-distance a good portion of the time. He's family too, in a sense.]
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But rather than dig at that wound any more just now he reaches out instead, casually taking her hand in his again, if she lets him. As if this is what they've always done. Easy affection. Understanding without words. ]
...It's not just about who can do the job, it's about who makes doing it matter, right? [ His gaze drops a little there. He's probably said too much. It's dangerous, how easy that is with her. ]
I think I kinda get that.
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Exhaling, she looks up at him once more.]
I thought you might. [She can't do this. She doesn't want this. If this is to be a date she doesn't want to start it out like this on such a serious note.] My turn. If you could only have one dessert for the rest of your life, what would you choose?
[There, there's no way to make that heavy, is there? Surely that will lighten the tone of things between them.]
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Hm, tough call. [ He gives her hand a squeeze he hopes is reassuring, tilting his head to consider the question seriously. ]
But I'm gonna have to go with chocolate truffle cake. You know the kind with the little marshmallows on top? [ Sure is a spoiled rich boy dessert. ]
Nobody makes it like my friend Alfred. He looks after Bruce and me.
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