Dick Grayson | Nightwing (
fingerstripes) wrote in
riverviewlogs2017-04-30 01:08 am
( 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

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No, I get that. I'm sure you're used to handling... a lot, where you're from.
I'd just feel a lot better if we traveled as a pair. Just this once.
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That really was all you had to say. I am never opposed to good company in a venture, you realize, and you are good company in my experience. Why only once, though?
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You saying I'm wrong about that?
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You'll see for yourself. That you have to ask is proof I need to rope you into these sorts of ventures more often.
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It’s a feeling, that’s all. Maybe a little company from a spirited friend is all he needs. ]
So what venture are we chasing this time?
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[ She nods, thoughtful as she recalls what she can remember of it. ]
It was a shiny piece with strange writing. Didn't seem like it fit in there, you know? I was in a hurry or I'd have grabbed it.
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Dick takes a breath. Steadies his anxious heart rate. ]
You must have a hell of a memory for landmarks.
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Best to keep your wits about you unless it's your intent to feed the wolves. I'd just as soon not.