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riverviewlogs2017-06-15 07:48 pm
pixieboots) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-15 07:48 pm
With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes
who: pint-sized Dick Grayson + YOU
what: Dick is 12 years old and confused
when: June 13 - 24
where: everywhere
warnings: child endangerment, bat angst, possible minor injury
"See 'em running for their lives"
[ Crime waits for no unresolved personal crisis, as it turns out, which is actually more of a relief today than it probably should be. It's luck that Robin spots the thief in action just ahead of the victim's yell, but it's that luck that gives him an advantage. An objective. Finally something to chase down that isn't the ghost of the man he's supposed to be someday.
He gives chase across the roof, bridging gaps between buildings with a dazzling array of acrobatics, all restless, over the top flair as he closes the distance.
He's set up for a dramatic entrance at the end of a blind alley, a confrontation to end all petty thievery for all time, but in the split second that he's mid-showy quad flip the thief below plows into someone crossing the street and abruptly changes direction, and Dick's lost him by the time he hits the street below. ]
Hey. [ And he'll snag the hapless bystander by the sleeve. ] You see where they went?
[ Whether you're a hapless bystander, the unlucky victim, or even the thief, Robin doesn't seem to be prepared to let the issue slide anytime soon. His gaze narrows, roving to one street, then another. ]
"Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time"
[ If you happen to be acquainted with the grownup-sized version of Dick Grayson (or even if you're not, I'll just handwave a reason tbh) your home or place of work has potentially made Robin's list of hotspots. Breaking and entering isn't right of course, especially not without probable cause, so he's careful to case the area first, waiting for the moment when he's pretty sure whoever he's following is going to be away for a while.
He needs information. He needs to know about this place, about what it all means to the people stuck here, and he doesn't believe in his heart that any adult will give it to him straight. He has to know. He has to.
Catch him just ahead of the act - perched precariously at a window or crouching by a door, lockpick in hand - or catch him already inside, picking his way through belongings with a set of evidence gloves on over Robin's green ones. When people don't know can't hurt them, after all. ]
"Now someone is gonna pay"
[ By the end of the week you'll be able to catch him in civvies, attempting to blend with other groups of tween-age children near schools and parks, walking on his hands in high spots where no sane person should feel comfortable balancing, or eating copious amounts of ice cream and candy as he wanders the city.
As Robin he's a little flutter of yellow cape on the roof, a batarang tucked into a bird's nest, an obnoxious burst of laughter if you happen to make a pratfall somewhere in public. He's incredibly easy to find lurking nearby if you happen to stand out in some obvious way. ]
what: Dick is 12 years old and confused
when: June 13 - 24
where: everywhere
warnings: child endangerment, bat angst, possible minor injury
"See 'em running for their lives"
[ Crime waits for no unresolved personal crisis, as it turns out, which is actually more of a relief today than it probably should be. It's luck that Robin spots the thief in action just ahead of the victim's yell, but it's that luck that gives him an advantage. An objective. Finally something to chase down that isn't the ghost of the man he's supposed to be someday.
He gives chase across the roof, bridging gaps between buildings with a dazzling array of acrobatics, all restless, over the top flair as he closes the distance.
He's set up for a dramatic entrance at the end of a blind alley, a confrontation to end all petty thievery for all time, but in the split second that he's mid-showy quad flip the thief below plows into someone crossing the street and abruptly changes direction, and Dick's lost him by the time he hits the street below. ]
Hey. [ And he'll snag the hapless bystander by the sleeve. ] You see where they went?
[ Whether you're a hapless bystander, the unlucky victim, or even the thief, Robin doesn't seem to be prepared to let the issue slide anytime soon. His gaze narrows, roving to one street, then another. ]
"Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time"
[ If you happen to be acquainted with the grownup-sized version of Dick Grayson (or even if you're not, I'll just handwave a reason tbh) your home or place of work has potentially made Robin's list of hotspots. Breaking and entering isn't right of course, especially not without probable cause, so he's careful to case the area first, waiting for the moment when he's pretty sure whoever he's following is going to be away for a while.
He needs information. He needs to know about this place, about what it all means to the people stuck here, and he doesn't believe in his heart that any adult will give it to him straight. He has to know. He has to.
Catch him just ahead of the act - perched precariously at a window or crouching by a door, lockpick in hand - or catch him already inside, picking his way through belongings with a set of evidence gloves on over Robin's green ones. When people don't know can't hurt them, after all. ]
"Now someone is gonna pay"
[ By the end of the week you'll be able to catch him in civvies, attempting to blend with other groups of tween-age children near schools and parks, walking on his hands in high spots where no sane person should feel comfortable balancing, or eating copious amounts of ice cream and candy as he wanders the city.
As Robin he's a little flutter of yellow cape on the roof, a batarang tucked into a bird's nest, an obnoxious burst of laughter if you happen to make a pratfall somewhere in public. He's incredibly easy to find lurking nearby if you happen to stand out in some obvious way. ]
omg
After a few days of conflicted avoidance though, he's willing to admit to himself that he's curious. A little wary, maybe. Still guarding against those lurking thoughts whispering to him that if he could only he good enough for Batman there would never need to be another.
But he wants to meet them. The young one close to his own age especially. There hadn't been much about him in the file his older self had left behind.
He's blindsided when the very kid he's looking for tackles him down. He rolls with it, still graceful as he twists sharply underneath him, spluttering with indignation and affronted anger. ]
-What? [ Excuse you he's wearing exactly as much pant as Robin requires. ]
Get your hands- [ And he's trying to grab for Damian's- ] -off of me!!
he can't leave you guys alone for any length of time, can he
As it was, he was Damian Wayne, and this Richard Grayson - Robin - was every a chance to remind all of them that at the end of the day, he was the best Robin to ever hold the mantle. The emblem on his chest had changed with him, and it was a sign of strength and a worthy successor. )
No. ( Was Damian's immediate response to the demand to get off Richard, and he shifted where he was on the boy beneath him. He did his best to center his weight, prepared to move in case Richard tried to knock him off his balance. One hand moved, snatching one of the other boy's wrists to make an opening for him in an attempt to land a sharp warning blow to the other Robin's cheek. If it hit, it would be a hard blow, not nearly enough to do real damage, but enough to get Richard's attention and, ideally, make him realize he had no chance if they came to real blows. )
Calm down, idiot. I'm not going to hurt you unless you make me. ( A partial truth. He had no problem knocking Richard around if he didn't calm down. )
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And then he's angry. Angry at this boy from the future, grabbing for his hands as if he's a child who needs to be placated. Yelling about his uniform, as if he's the one wearing it wrong. This kid wearing his parents' colors. ]
Ow! Why are you- [ His reaction is instinct, and it's anything but careful. He throws a merciless punch aimed at the delicate spot between mask and cheekbone. ] -hitting me!
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A frustrated sound left his throat when Richard continued to struggle. )
I told y-- ( He'd seen the punch coming, but he wasn't fast enough to move out of its course. It hit him high on the cheekbone, but instead of crying out in pain or cursing, he moved to catch the other's forearm tightly in his grip. )
I told you to calm down! ( He made a grab for Richard's other hand, and it took everything he had not to throw his patience out entirely for the sake of lashing out at the other Robin again. ) You're making a fool of yourself, Richard. I'm trying to help you.