Richard "Dick" Grayson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bludhavenknight) wrote2020-07-20 05:50 pm
bludhavenknight) wrote2020-07-20 05:50 pm
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"You've reached Dick Grayson, I can't come to the phone right now because I'm eating, sleeping, or out, so leave a message at the beep. The funnier ones get called back first!"
BEEP
"One more thing, if you are looking for Babsy Malone, Eggplant, or Assam, they'll get back to you as soon as possible."
BEEP
VOICE ~ VIDEO ~ TEXT ~ ACTION
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Let's go with Babs' old standby: this was his twenty-second birthday, again. So he'd bought food that no one could tell him not to eat, and he was debating on who he could call to eat about half of it when he got to his apartment, and oh wow is that a present?
Yes. That is a present. Though he does check it for ticking sounds, any unknown heat radiating from it, making sure there aren't any wires hidden anywhere, etc, because that's just good sense. Then it's unwrapped quickly, and... it's a plain coffee mug? No, wait, turn it around to see the symbol, and there we go.
It's a Nightwing coffee mug. This is an awesome gift! Sitting in the chair closest to him, he starts laughing.]
This is great. [He says it mostly to himself as he checks it over again. Still no note, but maybe he could dust it for prints before he uses it. Naw, not bothering with that.]
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And then he does what every father does on the birthday of a child, he spends it patrolling, and rather conspicuously avoiding the area where Dick lives, because he doesn't like the idea of having to acknowledge Dick's acknowledgement of his having remembered his birthday.
Still. He sits, perched on a nearby rooftop, watching through the window to ensure Dick actually opens it, before he wings away.]
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But this does answer who it was from. And suddenly the mug, already precious and loved, turned into something to be treasured. Forever. Something, maybe special coffee blends used if coffee is in this mug. Something. Maybe no one will ever use it, besides Dick.
He needs to see him. Just for a moment, even, and while he may have been a little tired, this simple mug has him energized. He races to pull on the Nightwing suit, making sure the mask sits right, tools at ready (have to be prepared for anything), and he's out the window, swinging up on the roof. He has to catch up to him or something.
Dick needs to see this man, out of all people, on today, of all days.]
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He's been sitting there for almost an hour when he senses the presence behind him. Of all the people he's worked with through the years, he's memorized the cadence of Dick's near-silent footfalls perhaps best of all.
So he doesn't turn.]
Your patrol's over, Nightwing.
[What are you doing here?]
oh man they have the same icon ;A;
But Dick has always loved this time of the year... well, whenever it gets colder then usual. Spring and Winter are the favorites, and it's not winter just yet. But he can definitely visualize it happening.
Dick takes a perch next to him, always looking forward. It was like this, a lot, and he'd learned that if he was the one looking at him, then it became uncomfortable when Bruce didn't look back.]
Good thing I'm not on patrol, then.
[Still, he's grinning with that quick retort. A nice leftover from his younger, Robin, days. Every time he celebrates a birthday, it's a reminder of who he was, who he is, and who he could become. And the good feelings to them were from...]
It's pretty slow tonight, I thought you could use the company.
because father and son feelings always ;-;
It's been that way, with some exceptions, for over a year. Bruce has never been so long in a single place without an escalated form of conflict. He still doesn't know what to do with being here, there are entire nights that pass by crimelessly. Bruce doesn't remember the last time he was shot, any and all stab wounds he's received here have been easily treated and dealt with. The worst injury he's sustained was nearly a year ago to the day, when one of the llothi got its claws into him and rent his skin down to the bone. The gashes weren't as bad as the infection that followed, he barely made it home and his recovery time was abysmal.
Sometimes, he thinks this place doesn't need Batman at all.
He looks askance at Dick. Then he points at a building out in the city, one of the taller ones in the Fire sector.]
First one there wins.
[Because everything, even casually hanging out, can be taken as training.]
I literally did not hit send ><
Outside of his head, of course. There was a lot of time spent in his head these days. Dick has always had fun with his crime fighting, and without much to do with it... there were too many nights spent flipping and jumping across buildings then actually fighting.
There were just too many superheroes/masked vigilantes in this place. Dick looks at Bruce, and then follows where he's pointing, then looks back with a grin.
First one there wins. He loves these kind of things.] Readysetgo.
[He takes off while he was saying it, diving down, shooting up, swinging away: this is what he lived for.]
I do that so often
ffffffff Bruce what dhsgdds
Come on, like I don't know when you're holding back. [He's still grinning, though. God, but he really has missed this. It felt like things were getting into some sense of normal until it all got fucked up.]
Not as bad as pulling punches, but close. [He rolls back into a quick handstand before settling himself down onto the edge.]
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Enjoy it.
[His tone is a slight warning. Amused, though.]
It only happens once a year.
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Right, you don't believe in half birthdays and all that. [He laughs, pulling himself back up and sitting on the edge.]
Thank you. The mug is great, simple, but amazing. So, thank you.
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Hn.
[Yes perfect answer. He makes sure he is pointedly looking at anything other than Dick in that moment.]