《Grayson 》

Independent Selective Dick Grayson Written by Kat The law is only a protectionTo those who agree to be bound by it We Don't Tracking: nxghtwxng Established May 28, 2014

[nxghtwxng]

"Breathe."

@shieldshawk

    "B-breathing." Dick managed with a sharp gasp of an inhale, a hand splayed over the place upon his chest where a slug of some kind had slammed into his frame. It hadn't pierced anything because of the neat black and charcoal colored weave stretched across his frame, but it would bruise... And it was very possible that it had bruised or even fractured his ribs. It shouldn't hurt so badly to breathe, and yet here they were.    Pitching himself against a concrete wall, he flicked his gaze up toward the other man and grit his teeth before motioning. "Are you good? Hit?"

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storiesnotyettold:

@nxghtwxng gets a random starter.

“Master Dick, it’s wonderful for you to visit! Will you be staying long?” Alfred asked with a gentle smile on his face as he greeted the younger man. Bruce himself wasn’t here right now but Alfred was always happy whenever someone visited, especially Richard and the others.

   Seeing the older man had almost always put a smile on his face, even when his reason for being in Gotham hadn't been anything to smile about. "Alfred." That grin stretched, warm and open as he approached the older man with arms splayed.    "I don't know how long I'll be around, Alfred. But I'm glad to see you. Is B keeping you busy?"

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cfthedemcn:

@nxghtwxng

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Being followed by Bruce’s protégées wasn’t anything new. If anything she’d learned to actually ignore them as she made her way from work to the apartment she spent most of her time in. They were all waiting for her to tip her hand or to make some sort of mistake that would let them in on just what she was planning on. She knew they were all smart in their own way but she was smarter and Talia wasn’t going to let them get the better of her. But the way Richard was standing there looking at her had her wonder just what she’d done wrong this particular time. For once she as actually innocent; not that he would believe it but she’d done nothing more than walk towards the restaurant she had ordered dinner from.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but unless you’d like to join me for dinner I’ve done nothing worthy of your scrutiny.”

I   t came as a surprise to the eldest of Bruce's bird brood, that he'd come knocking down Talia's... Well, not her door per say, but he certainly could have gone to the residence she was currently occupying, but rather that he should crash her dinner pit stop without damning evidence that she'd done anything particularly rancid or out-of-place. Thorough as he had been, Talia was better at playing the game than a lot of people gave her credit for. But it was not attempt at her arrest, or even incriminating evidence that'd compelled him to approach her. It was noted by more than one of his enemies and allies, that he was not Bruce's prodigious detective heir--he was not bad at the work, but he was not the best either. It did not take a detective, however, to discover that the older man had all but up and disappeared into the ether. Again.    "Big guy's missing, I'd bring this to the rest of the brood, but they're busy. Fancy that. I'm not asking you to go out of your way to help me find him, but I'm running down all of the leads I can while this Houdini-act is still fresh. So..." Unfolding his arms, he approached her with an easy stride. "Got any clues for me?"

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namesjack:

“Well…” Whiskey trailed off with a secretive smirk as they walked toward the location of his car. 

The convertible was black this time, a more modern version than his beloved red one, but it would serve them better. He let the lull in conversation linger until he reached his car, hopping into the driver’s side.

“I’ll make sure only aim for the ones you don’t want, how ‘bout that?”

    Grayson side into the passenger seat as though it were simply second nature--old habits died hard.     Turning his gaze toward Whiskey, he narrowed those cerulean eyes, scrutinizing Whiskey's methodology before he shrugged and offered a soft laugh. "Y'know, a life is a terrible thing to waste, even if it's standing in the way of your work." Buckling himself in, he checked the mirrors on the car out of habit more than anything before shrugging again.      "But we're running under your rules. I guess I'll just have to accept that murder on a whimsy is fine by you and yours."

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"I'm not letting you walk, I'm going to carry you."

@jaydier Now was not the time for sentiment, but the younger man's vehemence was touching. Fixing a hand against a wall, he pursed his lips and lifted his mangled frame. "I'm only going to slow you down."

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Tiny Starter Call

You know what to do!

[namesjack-a]

nxghtwxng:

“So says the rumor but-”

Dick shrugged and stepped into Whiskey’s space, or at least close enough to get an observant, keen eye on the make of that hat. Clicking his tongue and tipping his head to one side, gloved fingers brushed the metallic edge before he withdrew his hand and took a step back.

“I guess you have a breakthrough of some sort.” He added, folding his arms across the blue bird-shaped symbol on his chest. “All right, saddle me up, or whatever you guys say. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Did those tights have to be so form-fitting? Such were the idle thoughts that threatened to distract him from the task at hand was what was being said to him. 

“The horse’s out back.”

He pushed back the brim of his hat when the other moved away again and gave the vigilante a playful wink as he took a few steps back, his other hand tucked into the pocket of his jacket to fish out the keys to the mustang.

“You got that policy your bat dad has ‘bout killing, by the way?“

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The guy had jokes, good. Dick enjoyed people with humor. It was much easier to work with, he thought idly as he watched Whiskey dig for his keys. Cocking his head slightly, and letting his features come to mirror Whiskey's, Dick chuckled softly.

"Unless you're hiding some necromantic abilities under that hat of yours-" He lifted his hands and shrugged with comical exaggeration.

"I prefer to keep 'em alive. Can't question a corpse."

[namesjack-a]

nxghtwxng:

@namesjack

“It’s a distraction, it literally is intended to be distracting and it makes movement easier. Trust me.” Sliding arms across his chest, Grayson snorted softly.

“Besides, isn’t that hat practically begging for a head shot?”

Jack pulled the brim of his hat over his eyes, his gaze dropping down to the mentioned tights in consideration. They were about as distracting as a tight white shirt, which was to say, the kid was right. Not that he’d ever admit it.

“Statesman prides itself on more than just booze. Our hats can take one hell of a beating and back.” He tapped the metallic band with a finger, a silent indication that there was more to the material than what one could see at first glance.

“Gives you one hell of a crick in the neck if y’ain’t used to the weight, but they keep more than the sun off your face.”

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"So says the rumor but-"

Dick shrugged and stepped into Whiskey's space, or at least close enough to get an observant, keen eye on the make of that hat. Clicking his tongue and tipping his head to one side, gloved fingers brushed the metallic edge before he withdrew his hand and took a step back.

"I guess you have a breakthrough of some sort." He added, folding his arms across the blue bird-shaped symbol on his chest. "All right, saddle me up, or whatever you guys say. Let's get this show on the road."

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@namesjack

"It's a distraction, it literally is intended to be distracting and it makes movement easier. Trust me." Sliding arms across his chest, Grayson snorted softly.

"Besides, isn't that hat practically begging for a head shot?"

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Nah that's legit, muses can be weird like that. It's just good to see you again, because like... there aren't many folks who seem to really get Grayson down like you did. I may be biased but I think I've seen like maybe one or two others that I personally felt did him justice outside of you.

Ooc; Oh goodness, I am so flattered you think so highly of my portrayal! I miss this good ol' boy~ It will be nice to play him again!

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omgyourebackithoughtidneverseeyouonhereagain

I come and go from time to time. Sorry for disappearing!

[readyforyours]

nxghtwxng:

“Up to no good as usual, I see.”

His approach was tentative and bright cerulean hues fixed fully upon the older man. Canting his chin in greeting, he waved and chuckled. “Long time no see.”

      Brock turns when he hears that so familiar voice, a smile curling on his lips. His hands slip into his pockets & he shrugs. ‘ You know me, can’t stay outta trouble. Been here th’ whole time, though, ’ he teases, taking him in. It’s a slow sweep up from his feet to those deep eyes. ‘ Miss me? ’

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"Oh, I am aware." Dick assures with a single nod before stilling to allow that visual sweep. It is accompanied by a shrug, but the gesture isn't uncertain. It's more of a guise for the sincere nod that yes, he had missed Brock... Maybe more than words could actually admit. "Maybe a little, haven't had a good home cooked meal in a long time."

[melamemea]

misc sentences .

“I know what he/she/they/you felt with me. You can’t fake that.”

“He might have faked it once or twice… but…”

“Shit, how did I not know this!?”

“You need to get out there and fuck someone new.”

“Go into a gay bar, make your need known and have at it!”

“She cares about you.”

“You can be a real shithead. ”

“I need alcohol.”

“You’re gonna get some wine, get that stick and if you get bad news; get drunk.”

“Well, they add character!”

“I promise, okay?”

“Maybe I should go back and finish what I started.”

“You’re smart, you care about people…”

“Maybe he’s right.”

“We need to talk now. It’s important.”

“Call me back.”

“How complicated can it be?”

“If you don’t want to tell, then fine.”

“I have got to get away from here.”

“There’s something wrong here, very wrong.”

“See, I told you that you wouldn’t believe me!”

“I need to do something!”

“This is good news!”

“Where the fuck have you been!?”

“I need to make a call first.”

“Let’s fucking go.”

“How big of a problem?”

“Has he/she/they called?”

“You probably don’t remember…”

“You don’t have to worry.”

“I told you this would happen.”

“You’re not fine.”

“Did you do it again?”

“Look me in the eye.”

“That’s what worries me.”

“Just another one of us getting fucked.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Didn’t go as well as planned.”

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@readyforyours

"Up to no good as usual, I see."

His approach was tentative and bright cerulean hues fixed fully upon the older man. Canting his chin in greeting, he waved and chuckled. "Long time no see."

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@bxrningkillxr

"I think you dropped something."

The jean-and-t-shirt clad Grayson offered with a faint flick of his right hand, the other tucked into his pants pocket.

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pulsatsiya:

      It really was him. He was there and alive and beautiful, and after months of searching, weeks of fearing the worst, he was right back in his arms. Whatever had taken him away didn’t matter to Steve, he was only thrilled beyond relief to have him back, to have him home and he did clutch him far too tight and nearly lifted him right off the ground with the kiss. He tasted the same, if a little more earthy. He was the same.

      Only… he wasn’t. As the kiss broke and he was able to lean back and take in a glimpse of the tired, drawn face, he could see the shadows of exhaustion, the lines of pain and creases of secrecy. Something was wrong. One strong arm remained around Dick’s waist to keep his form – smaller and lighter form – supported while the other moved to his shoulder as his brow furled in concern.

            “Not that I’m turning down the compliments,” Steve began as old familiar hands cradled his face in a way that used to make Steve weak in seconds, “but even if you disappear for months I can still tell when something’s seriously wrong with you. You’re hurt. Where?” Questions, demands, explanations; that could all come later. Once he’d seen and checked him over, once he was sure.

    He sees it first in the way that Steve's brow creases, his bright eyes dimming with concern, and immediately he feels... Regret for not going to a doctor first. But a doctor would have prescribed him bed rest for the next---too many weeks. And Dick had pushed through with similar injuries before. He'd be fine.     Still, he could not lie to Steve either. Something about the blond man urged honesty and truth from any and everyone--or most everyone. Slowly, carefully he leaned back just enough to tug up the hem of his oversized sweater. As the fabric crept up his torso, dark bruises mottled the trim, muscular torso. And gashes decorated those bruises. "I might have gotten into a fight with a human-bulldozer." Dick admitted softly before starting to tug down the shirt. Those bruises beneath already scarred skin looked bad. They looked worse now than they had before, but he was certain they would heal. He would be fine. They were just fleshwounds... Small and unsubstantial.     Probably.     "I uhm." He bit his lower lip and shifted ever so slightly, making himself comfortable against the other man's torso. "I'm sorta a big, walking bruise right now."

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pulsatsiya:

      That voice… how long had it been? He had kept count in days and then months, fearing that he would never hear that voice grace him again, never have it’s owner grace his hallways again but as the ink splotched on the paper below, he knew he had not fallen into one of those dreams again. This was real?

      Steve turned in his chair, glancing over his shoulder before the rest of him followed and true enough Dick was standing right there, looking tired and ruffled but he was really there. Steve darted up from his chair and then paused as if debating how to go about getting the words out over his too thick tongue, then he darted forward. The gap was closed in two steps and he had Dick in his arms, pulling him close and kissing him hard.

            “Dick!”

     A series of feelings rushed through him at the sudden sturdy hold upon his body--not frail but certainly not at its strongest either. He bore bruises from nearly shoulder to toe, only a small cut upon his visage because people seemed to spare at least that most of the time. And he'd cleaned up to be certain he was at least somewhat presentable to that beautiful supersoldier. Dick hadn't anticipated being picked up, though. Nor had he expected the surprise of that kiss, grateful as he was.      "Steve." He murmured, a small quiver rattling through his form as those arms rested sturdy weight against the most painful of the contusions and lacerations upon his torso. None of them were deep--or at least, when he'd checked them, they hadn't been terribly deep. There was the concern for the bullet lodged somewhere beneath his ribs. The other that had made a nearly clean hole through his shoulder. But he was tough. He could fend off the pain. He'd needed to for Steve.    Gently setting his hands upont hat broad chest, his thumbs stroked slowly along the muscular lines, and pale blue eyes sought out the dazzling blue hues. Slowly he lifted his hands from their perch upon his chest and they cradled his strong jaw. "God, you're more handsome than I remember.” Even if Dick felt like he’d been run over, he could still appreciate Steve’s handsome visage, especially with how excited he was now.