capeandcowllogs | Dick Grayson, age eighteen [COMPLETE]

Tim felt movement beside him and stirred - and groaned a little, because he hurt all over, aches and soreness setting in even before sleep had fully lifted. He had to remember who was - right, Dick had been worried about him not sleeping and insisted on staying over for the night. And he'd insisted that Dick wasn't going to sleep on the floor.

Of course, whoever was moving around next to him was... bigger than Dick. Tim opened his eyes and blinked, sitting up to get a clearer look at...

... "Dick?"

Apparently he had managed to wake up the other guy and -

Oh - because he had told his real name, too. Just fabulous. He stopped in his movement without turning to look at the guy, not feeling comfortable about that at all and passed a hand through his hair.

"Hey, listen - I'm sorry but I don't remember your name. And I'm not - I don't need it." He sighed and turned halfway to throw a glance at him.

...Hopefully, he hadn't been the one to hurt him like that because. Geez. And also fuck. But - no, he could tell the bruises were older than a few hours...

What the Hell was going on?

And now Tim was blinking in confusion, because - this wasn't right, not at all. For a second he'd thought it was Nightwing, but he wasn't old enough, and... he didn't know him, which wasn't something that should hurt as much as it did - or maybe it hurt just enough, but. Tim was glad that he cover that with confusion.

"You don't remember my - oh." And embarrassment, as the meaning of that set in and he blushed a furious red. "We didn't - I'm not - it's not like that."

He cleared his throat and tried to move on from that as quickly as possible. "Do you even remember where you are?"

Edited 2009-03-02 03:11 (UTC)

That was kind of a relief, at least. But it didn't explain why he was there at all. The other guy seemed to know more than he did, at least. However - he seemed confused about seeing him there even if he had known his name.

Judging from his words, Dick had been here for a while. Or at least was supposed to know where 'here' was. So - amnesia? Out of the blue like that? Not especially probable at all.

Bruce would know what was going on - he'd be able to analyze his surroundings and come to an intelligent hypothesis that would have over 90% of chances of being the right one.

He really, really needed to stop thinking about Bruce as often as he already did.

"I have absolutely no idea," he answered frankly, "Am I supposed to?"

Edited 2009-03-02 03:20 (UTC)

Tim took a deep breath and tried to think - which was a little difficult, because it meant that he had to ignore the fact that he was suddenly in bed with a Dick who was very much closer to his own age, and apparently - alright, no, he had more important things to think about right now, and his body was far too sore to be getting any other ideas.

"I... hm. We're in the City - not Gotham. The police force here vanished a while ago, so this guy called Iron Man started dragging in people from other worlds to take their place as heroes. All sorts of other worlds, and different times." He looked at Dick carefully, apologetic and as openly honest as he could make his expression. "The last time I saw you, last night, you were twelve. I don't... know what's happened to change that."

If this was as stupid as it sounds -

But Dick had met aliens and heard of the multi-verse when he had been Robin, he could believe it. The thing was - he didn't remember hopping between universes at twelve years old, so if his younger self was he and there had been a... an aging thing? How would that even work?

Nothing was very logical but he had to adjust and go with the flow. To find as much information possible in the process. That was part of being a good Robin and he was not incompetent, whatever Bruce may have been thinking. He could -

Christ, would that ever stop?

"Twelve? So I was - I had an alias? A vigilante life?" He asked slowly, cautiously.

Edited 2009-03-02 03:40 (UTC)

Tim nodded, regretting the motion slightly since it set off a headache, but this was no time to be letting his injuries get in the way. Dick was obviously confused and worried - waking up in a strange place, in a strange bed with another guy was hardly reassuring. If Tim had been in that position, he would have freaked out a lot.

"Yeah, you were Robin." Something about what Dick said struck him - had a vigilante life? Wasn't he Nightwing yet? ... Better not to ask about that, not yet. "Like me, so that was a little - awkward to start with. But it worked out."

Dick didn't hear a whole lot of what the guy said, two words grasping his entire attention. "Like you?"

He clenched his fists and his jaw. The other guy was badly beaten up (probably doing Dick's job) and letting any anger go through now wouldn't lead to anything. Dick really couldn't keep the anger in at all, but he could stop himself from letting it... being transformed into physical contact. He wasn't going to hit anyone, and possibly not anything either.

He glared, dangerous, into the other guys' eyes, taking in the deepest breaths he could, starting on a meditation routine without thinking about it.

"Jason Todd?"

Edited 2009-03-02 03:51 (UTC)

Tim leaned back, drawing in a sharp breath - he hadn't expected that reaction, the anger clear in the lines of Dick's body. Shit. This was right after he'd left Batman, it must have been when he was feeling the most hurt and angry at Bruce for replacing him, and - and god, if he wasn't Nightwing, then what was he? Had he given up just because he wasn't Robin any more? What had happened to make him so - jaded?

"I - no, I'm not him. I'm Tim, Tim Drake, the one - after Jason." He swallowed - that might not go over so well, actually, but he had to tell the truth - he couldn't lie, not to Dick, not when he was obviously hurting. "You - in my world, you're Nightwing."

He had to keep his distance because if he did get too close, he was going to hit him. Tim Drake. The third Robin. So he was from what, the future?

Dick hoped Jason had been fired too, had been rejected and hadn't been enough either. Hadn't been good enough. Only - if that was what had happened, then Bruce had replaced him with another failure, had gotten rid of him for nothing - it hadn't even been worth it.

The comment about Nightwing never even reached Dick. The name didn't mean anything to him and he had other things to think about.

"Are you good enough? How much time before he gets rid of you and finds another replacement?" He asked, coldly, not able to stop himself.

This was really starting to get worrying, and hurtful - Tim couldn't help blanching a little, the wince clouding his face for a moment and then disappearing just as fast. This Dick hadn't just fallen out with Batman and left, he'd been fired - like Steph had, and that... hadn't ended well. For a brief, horrible moment, he pictured Dick taking steps to prove himself to Batman and ending up dead, tortured like -

But no, that wouldn't happen. Couldn't happen, not here and now.

And his pride was stung, in spite of himself. He frowned slightly. "I am. He won't - unless I leave him."

He was all over Tim in a second, holding him down in the mattress with his knees and grabbing at both his biceps, pushing him down. He ignored the hiss of pain coming from Tim's mouth as he did so and didn't move away, looking directly into his eyes. He was still glaring but there was obvious pain and sadness. Dick was hurting inside way more than just a little.

"How do you know that you're so much better than I was? Has he told you? Does he love you?" Dick's voice cracked a little there but his hands remains exactly where they were, "Does he love you even though he didn't love - never loved me?"

Edited 2009-03-02 04:28 (UTC)

Tim could barely speak from the pain for a moment, which at least gave his mind a chance to put together what Dick was saying. And it... didn't sound good at all. It was like - well. It was clear that Dick was hurting, incredibly so, inside, and now he was angry and upset and - god, no wonder he was lashing out like this.

"Dick - Dick, please, I'm not - not from your world, please. Listen to me, please, Dick, it's not... not the same." He struggled in Dick's grip a little, eyes wide and pleading.

Tim wasn't answering and that was a very wise move, really. He was struggling under Dick's fingers, explaining - finding excuses about why he should be left free.

Dick didn't move or speak for a few long seconds before finally realizing where he was, what he was doing. Tim was already hurt enough, and this was apparently recent, still - he didn't need Dick making his wounds any worse.

Dick closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, releasing his hold on Tim. He stepped away slightly and sat on the edge on the bed, his back to the other... his back to Robin and holding his face in his hands.

He didn't apologize but he thought about it. When he trusted his voice not to go on wavering if he talked, he spoke up, "Explain what's going on. More. With - with Bruce."

Tim tried sitting up again, so that he could look at Dick when he talked - look at his back, at least, and that'd have to be enough.

"Alright. The first thing is that I'm not from your world, just one that's similar. In mine... the Joker had nothing to do with your parents' death." It was the first big difference he could think of to make his point, even though it was a dangerously painful subject to bring up, especially when Dick was already so upset. "You - when you were done being Robin, you left and made your own name. Your own hero identity, Nightwing. And Bruce - my Bruce, he... was impressed. Proud. That you could stand on your own."

Edited 2009-03-02 10:54 (UTC)

Dick remained nearly completely still, his head still in his hands, as Tim explained part of what was going on. He nodded once when he talked about the Joker, as if to confirm that yes, that specific serial killer was the one responsible for his parents death.

He tried nodding again when Tim told him who Nightwing was but ended up just staring in front of him with empty eyes, breathing heavily. He couldn't figure... couldn't imagine Bruce being proud of him over getting his own name with his current abilities. Coward and incompetent - but what if Bruce was waiting for him to stand up and make a statement. Was it acting like a coward to have stopped everything when he had been fired? Not wanting to be anyone other than Robin?

No - Bruce had made it clear that he was to remain out of the streets, that he wasn't good enough. The situation for that other self seemed to different to apply to his. He couldn't compare, it would only hurt him.

"I don't think-" that Bruce would react that way. No, he had looked desperate enough already, had reacted too quickly. He didn't need to keep on going.

Tim stayed silent for a moment, reading what he could from Dick's body language as much as his words. He was... a lot more still and closed-off than the Dick he knew, the pain making him distant where Nightwing was open and friendly. Tim could see how it could have happened, too easily, if things had gone worse between Dick and Bruce in his own world - how they could have ended up like this. It was painful to look at, and even more frustrating to know that there was so little he could do to help.

After a moment, he hesitantly reached out, trying the kind of reassuring gesture that Nightwing would have, maybe - he just touched Dick's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

The little part of Dick that wasn't already completely tensed up did when Tim touched him and spoke. He didn't move away but his immediate answer still was to refrain a twitch and let out a sharp, "Don't." Don't be sorry because you don't get it. Don't touch me. Don't try and be my friend or some similar shit. Someone who had everything Dick didn't - everything Dick wanted apologizing to him because his life sucked while theirs might not was not... it couldn't be something Dick appreciated.

There was - other things going on. Things he could talk about and try and ignore and forget for a few minutes at least. "So - parallel universe," Dick commented, sounding tired, "I'm guessing there's no known way out of here?"

Tim pulled his hand back like he'd been burned, and had to resist the urge to draw his knees up to his chest and withdraw as much physically as he was now doing with his words and voice. That rejection had been enough to make him go as cold and clinical as Bruce ever did as hed described the situation.

"No. People have been looking for a way this started, unsuccessfully." He paused, debating how much to share. "I've been here for months."

He wasn't watching Tim but could tell that he had just made him retract. It was obvious from the way he moved away and the way he talked - like Bruce. He was talking in a Batman tone. He was talking in a Batman tone.

And Dick was... had forced him into it by being a jerk out of jealousy. He couldn't even kid himself into thinking that wasn't what was going on because it was, so very clearly.

He had wanted him to stay back and not talk about it but... was there really any way not to, in the current situation? Even if Dick wanted to push everything out so badly, right now, he wouldn't stop thinking about it and Bruce and his Robins - plural - was bound to sneak his way bad into any conversation Dick would have with Tim.

And Tim being there for months meant Dick would probably get to stay, too.

He faced Tim again, slightly more confident than before but obviously still very messed up. "Shit. I'm - I'm sorry, okay? I know you mean well but it's really hard on me."

Edited 2009-03-02 20:02 (UTC)

"It's okay." Tim spoke quietly, still withdrawn, but took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, opening them again to give Dick a careful look, somewhat more open. He was still being cautious now, obviously, but he was less like Batman and more like himself again.

"I know that it's not easy, being ripped out of your world and - away from everyone you know" His mouth quirked up into a wry, almost-painful smile for just a second. "Or meeting different versions of them, so you don't even know how to feel, let alone how to act." It might have been a little obvious what he meant, though he didn't expect Dick to understand how he felt - after all, Dick wasn't having to deal with that particular problem just yet. And maybe Tim should try and help him to avoid it for the most part, too.

Dick kind of nodded. It was more like half a nod, a sign he was understanding what Tim was saying. "You knew me but didn't and I had no idea who you were. That kind of stuff." There was probably more to it then just himself but that was the example Dick knew about.

"Was there anyone else you knew?" He had been here for month, after all - plenty of times to meet a lot of people, to see some seriously weird breaks in the multi-verse... "How long have I been here? My younger self?" There was another question bothering but he wasn't sure he wanted to know its answer. Something else he wouldn't be able to avoid, obviously. "Is there- is there anyone I know, here?"

Tim nodded back, a confirmation, then bit his lower lip in thought. This was going to be... difficult, but it was important to tell Dick as much of the truth as he could. He didn't want to hurt him any more, not if he could avoid it, and lying to him would be one of the worst things to do.

"There are a few people from my world, but most of them are from my past, which makes it... difficult. The Catwoman here is from my time, the Batgirl - not the redhead - is from at least a year ago. And then there are... my friends, who are - they were." He paused to swallow, steeling himself and heading back into Batman territory without meaning to, just a little. "They're dead, and yet here they are."

He sighed and shook his head a little, as if to say that that didn't matter. "You'd already been here for a week or two when I arrived. And... yeah, your Batman was here. But he got ported out a while ago, so we've been working without him. Without anyone but ourselves and Batgirl, really, all this time." He hoped that he hadn't put too much stress on the fact that they'd been working together, though it was important to him. And now he had to say the last part, too. "Until... about a week ago. I - was taken captive, but then my Batman showed up, and. I only saw him yesterday, just briefly, I don't know when he's from."

That was a good amount of information right there and Dick tried to get as much out of it as he could and not to let himself getting drifted away from it by mostly irrelevant questions. Things like 'Is that Catwoman the love of Bruce's life?'.

First - more than one Batgirl. Dick only knew one and she hadn't lasted that long, never having been approved by Batman. These Batgirls were part of the family as much as the Robins were since Tim wasn't letting on any negative vibes about them at all and specified that the non-redhead Batgirl was someone he worked with. Dead friends and the likes were the concrete proof that people that had been taken away from their home and brought here were from both different timelines and completely various dimensions. In brief - total chaos and anyone ever could show up.

His Batman had been and Tim wasn't specifying from what moment in time he had came from. He also hadn't known about their fallout so it was probably some twenty-six year old Bruce, to match with his twelve year old self. They had still been working together but had been at their debut - Bruce had been hard on him at first, keeping an incredible distance between them... Dick couldn't read what Tim had thought of his Batman at that point at all.

Then there was the obvious repeats on how they, Dick and Tim, had been working together. Tim really wanted Dick to know they had been on good term but it - it still didn't change the fact Tim's presence and existence was. Hurtful. Difficult. Dick would deal because he'd need to, but it was all sprained on him and accepting - coping - was going to take more than a few minutes.

A quick note that being captive was probably the source of Tim's numerous injuries.

And finally - Tim's Batman. The one who hadn't thrown his Dick Grayson away. He was. Here. And sure enough he would learn of Dick's presence because it was still Batman.

Dick didn't know what to think about that at all. He had to remember it wasn't his Batman, it was a stranger. A complete stranger that would... look, and sound, and possibly act like Bruce did. But still a stranger. Not someone he knew. Not someone who knew him.

Not someone who knew him.

"Are you sure it's your Batman?" Probably, yes. But Dick had to ask.

Edited 2009-03-03 00:37 (UTC)

Tim was paying careful attention to how Dick reacted - he was obviously conflicted and confused by all of this, and Tim couldn't blame him. It really was rough getting brought here, having to adapt, and Dick had the added complication of having been here before but not remembering it. That... didn't speak too well of anyone's chances at changing their timelines when they went back, but - he couldn't think about that, or what it might mean for Bart and Kon. He couldn't let himself think about that, not when Dick needed him right there.

"I am. You're the one who told me - I was, ah." He frowned for a moment, not wanting to say too much about his own problems. After all, he'd be fine now. "A little out of it, so I didn't realise at first. But it was him."

'A little out of it' meaning 'completely out of it due to recent injuries, pain and possibly more' - he was admitting himself that he hadn't realised that Batman had been there and that needed a lot of 'out of it'. Tim was certainly a Robin Batman must have been appreciating, wording things in that subtle manner that demanded analysis.

Not his Batman. God, that was going to be difficult to assimilate.

He sat more comfortably on the bed, feeling more at ease each minute (far from 'completely at ease', but his jealousy calming down) and thought for a moment. At the beginning of that conversation there had been a mention of replacing the police force and superpowers.

And now that Dick wasn't letting himself get too distracted, he had way too many questions. Did he suddenly have a power? Unknown. Did he want to be a vigilante (or superhero, now, he guessed) again if he wasn't Robin? No. Where had he been living? Unknown. Why the freaking Hell had he woken up in Tim's bed? That had remained very unanswered and was still as weird as it had been when Dick had just woken up.

"Serious stuff here. Do I live here, are you short on beds and where is 'here', exactly?" More than one of his questions would be answered that way - not a bad start.

Edited 2009-03-03 02:13 (UTC)

Tim was glad to see that Dick was relaxing a little - that frightening rage and jealousy were receding into calmness, though he knew he had to remain careful. He couldn't know exactly what could set it off again, or just how badly Dick might react in the end.

"No, you live at the Cave. You were visiting to make sure that I slept, because I was - being kind of stubborn about not needing rest." Because he'd been having trouble sleeping at all, the nightmares strong and resurgent. A cloud passed over his face at the thought, but he forced it away. "And I wouldn't you sleep on the floor, and - you were only twelve, and like my little brother..." He trailed off into sheepish silence, still embarrassed over how they'd woken up.

Dick stared at Tim, nearly shocked for a moment and then his eyes completely empty of any emotion, "I can't go live at the Cave." He didn't need to explain himself any further as the reason for that decision would be very obvious from... from anyone ever that knew Dick or not.

He waved a hand just barely, "Don't - don't worry about it more than that. It was definitely a weird wake up but... you couldn't have known anything about what was going to happen. I -" He pauses, "You still haven't told me where we were? Your apartment?"

The emptiness in Dick's eyes made Tim wince internally, but it had been practically unavoidable. If Batman hadn't been here now, could Tim have changed his mind about that? Told him that they shared the Cave... well, that it was mostly Dick's, since it had belonged to his Batman - but now, how had things changed? He'd have to find out later.

"I - weird. Yeah." He shook his head. "No, I don't have an apartment. This is the Titans Tower, the headquarters for... my team. Since we were stuck here, I kind of - thought it would be good to organise the teenaged heroes, you know? And some of them can't afford their own places, so there are rooms here." He paused to give Dick a faint smile. "You're welcome to stay in one of the spare rooms until you get settled."

Dick pondered about Tim's proposition for a few seconds. There probably was no way around it, really. He didn't know anyone that could offer him a free place to stay with (very probably) available food other than him. He didn't know anything about that whole universe, after all, and had to get settled both by understanding what he had gotten into and by physically getting everything he needed to not-die.

A place to live. Food. Clothes. Without money or a job, they were all three impossible to get right now except by taking on Tim's offer. Tim's... generous offer considering Dick had been practically attacking him not long ago.

"That'd help. I'll be looking for some way to get by without your help as soon as possible and all that."

For a second, Tim wanted to say that Dick didn't need to do that, that he'd always be welcome to stay even if he got himself a job and - and that would have been pushing it too much, maybe. A little beyond weird and into... those uncomfortable spaces that came from being family but not really at all, and the added complexity of emotion and confusion over the whole alternate realities thing.

So he nodded, smiling slightly. "Of course. Don't feel like you have to rush it, though - you need time to get used to... well, everything about this place."

Dick nodded absently and looked at the time for the first time since he'd woken up. Not incredibly early but still very much the morning.

"Your team lives here, then? I'm guessing most of them know be as five years younger." It wasn't a question at all and so Dick didn't pause to let Tim answer anything, "Do you want to - I don't even know. Warn them? I don't feel all that much comfortable walking out of your room if there are gonna be people staring an asking questions on the other side."

And he wouldn't even be able to answer the questions which wouldn't help with the comfort problems.

Or he could walk out, get a room, and ever only be in the Tower to sleep. And keep on having the completely wrong social life he'd had for a while. That... yeah, that could actually work.

Edited 2009-03-03 21:01 (UTC)

"Most of them sleep later than we do." Tim commented almost-absently, though it was another clear reminder that they had similarities - Robins always kept careful hours, just like Batman himself. Late nights and early mornings were as much a part of the routine as training or anything else. That was almost a more important message than the fact that Dick stood a good chance of being able to emerge from Tim's room unseen, and maybe make it look like he'd spent the night on the couch.

But Batgirl was undoubtedly around, so that wasn't really an option anyway. "Yeah, I should... let them know." Tim carefully attempted to ease himself out of bed, moving slowly as he made his way past Dick. His legs ached and threatened to pitch him onto the floor, so he ended up leaning on the wall and pausing to catch his breath and steady himself. This was - embarrassing.

Dick didn't feel guilty at the way he had acted towards Tim when he saw him having trouble standing up and needing the support of a wall. Which was a very clear indicator that offering Dick a place to stay hadn't bought him over or anything like that.

Dick didn't even stand up, not really wanting to, observing Tim and listening to his difficult breathing. It was, of course, cruel and irrational - from Tim's word, his Batman hadn't acted the same with his Dick Grayson and he had nothing to do with anything concerning Dick's current issues and feelings.

Knowing that didn't change the fact seeing Tim like that was... slightly enjoyable.

Dick still had manners and some part of his brain was making rational choices, somewhere. "Do you want any help?" He asked, not letting out any clues about what were his feelings on the subject.

If this had been the Dick from Tim's world, he would have said yes - but if this had been his Dick, the question wouldn't even have been asked, he would have just been there to offer support right away, without even asking if Tim wanted it. That kind of easy, open contact and friendship... Tim missed it, and it was clear that this Dick was missing it. It was a dramatic difference, and Tim wasn't sure if he could deal with it all that well.

He couldn't just treat Dick the same as he would treat Nightwing, that much was clear.

He breathed in and straightened his back, stubbornly stopping himself from leaning on the wall and ignoring the soreness. When he spoke, his voice had gone all closed-off again, like Bruce - but he couldn't help that. He had to keep his emotions to himself and be careful here. "I'll be fine."

Dick stood up anyway and walked by Tim's side, close enough to help but not doing so. It was his choice whether to accept the implicit offer or not. If acting up and ignoring his pain was going to turn him into Batman mode, helping him out, maybe acting more like... Nightwing would was going to make a little difference.

And if it didn't, he'd have to live with the fact he naturally acted like Batman without meaning to from time to time.

Something difficult about it was that if he could associate Tim to his Batman, then both Bruces had to have similar behaviours, too. Tim had to be basing off his behaviour on him, after all. So, in the City, was a stranger with Bruce's looks and most of his personality, who didn't know him but was in good term with someone who shared Dick's DNA.

Tim did end up needing Dick's help after a minute or two, half-shyly and half-grudgingly leaning on him as they made their way out into the main room. He muttered a sincere, but still recalcitrant "thanks," and tried not to feel too uncomfortable with the situation.

He was intending to write a note and place it on the noticeboard, and one on the fridge since it was more likely to be noticed by just about everyone that way, but... well, if there was anyone awake and in the main room or kitchen right now, he might not have to.

As Tim had thought, there was a Batgirl awake. She peered around the corner of the couch at him and Dick, eyes wide from where she had been stretching on the floor. Though she could tell that Dick was too young, that just left a lot of questions to be answered, so she looked to Tim.

"Not Nightwing..." she asked for confirmation's sake. Looking back at Dick somewhat shyly, she scrambled to her feet and held up her hand in greeting. Of course, she didn't expect to be recognized. "Hi."

Where had he come from?

Glancing back at Tim, she asked, "Need help?" He seemed ambivalent on whether he wanted it from Dick. And Dick seemed ambivalent on offering it. This was uncomfortable.

Dick was careful not to hurt Tim even more and held him half up with attention - calculated, logical attention, though... not the emotional one Tim would probably be expecting from other Dick Graysons.... but they weren't friends, so it was appropriate. And surely enough, Tim had been wrong when he'd guess no one would be up because someone was.

A female friend of Tim, who knew Nightwing - the first guess was easy enough, "Batgirl?" Her eyes agreed silently and he made a motion with his head to encourage her into taking his place by Tim's side. She knew him better and probably didn't have the most intense mood swings ever in his presence - about his presence.

"I'll." appropriate myself a room, "is there a specific room I should be taking?"

Tim was grateful enough to see Batgirl - it didn't exactly ease the tension of the situation, but at least he wasn't the only one aware of it now. He was also glad to be getting support from someone he knew, rather than someone who was so very similar to someone he knew, and yet so very, deeply different. It would be easy to explain the differences, but maybe the non-physical similarities would be difficult to see for most people. Cass should be able to read them both, however.

"This is... the same Dick who was here, only older. And without memories of this place, so - from the same reality, but later? I'm not sure yet." He shook his head slightly, frustrated - he'd have to do more research. But in the meantime... "The bedrooms at the back are empty, take your pick." He gestured down the hallway they'd just exited - his room was at the front of it, to be near the entrance. "And feel free to get some breakfast."

As she took Tim over from Dick, Cass thought about what Tim had said. Confusing, but less so the more she looked at him. It was only with words that things got complicated. This was new Dick who wouldn't know people, who had been with the Batman she'd never met, who was wary and moody. She'd have to try to disperse the uncomfortableness, which she'd never really gotten good at. It took more sophisticated social maneuvering than she possessed the instinct for. Or, well.

"Cocoa?" She offered to both of them, helping Tim to the table and fetching the materials so he could write the notes. Surely Alfred would be proud.

Breakfast and cocoa did sound good and Batgirl seemed to have a better control on the situation than any of them. To be fair, Dick was sure Tim would have been more at ease if he hadn't had trouble walking around. Dick, however, couldn't think of anyway he'd felt less bizarre about the whole thing.

"Ah, yeah, thanks." He walked to the nearest cupboards, "Do you have any cereals or fruits here?" Anything he wouldn't have to cook, really, "And uh - should I be calling you Batgirl?"

Blah blah, uncomfortable blah blah.

Blah blah awkward breakfast blah.

Blah Dick finds a room and leaves blah.

THE END.

Dick Grayson, age eighteen [COMPLETE]

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sob Dick you are such a jerk :x

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