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"I've seen too much to be Robin, but I'm still too optimistic to be Batman. I'm Nightwing. I'm happy." Nightwing #75, 2003
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Hannibal lowered again so Dick could dismount and explore the lab. Giving himself a good stretch while he was at it as his back was always stiff.
Kat went over to a habitat, opened it, and the kennel that had Penelope releasing her into it. "Yes I did but overtime..it wasn't all at once."
She headed over to the console. "Come here. You can press the button." She gestured for Dick to have the honors. When the button was pushed another chamber opened up releasing a hero from another Earth. Penelope went into her hunting mode stalking the female hero clad in purple and yellow spandex.
Penelope lunged after expanding her jaws and her vampire fangs before clamping on the hero's throat. Blood splattered against the glass enclosure. She continued to feed getting her fill before licking her chomps. Letting out a whimper to be let out pawing at the glass as she wanted to thank Dick for letting her feed.
Dick slowly made his way over to the habitat after giving Hannibal one last scratch behind the ears. He hardly knew where to look. It seemed that wherever he turned, there was something new to look at. His attention narrowed when Kat called him over though, and he focused on the glass. Penelope was already in there.
"Okay." Dick wasn't sure what a vampire dog ate – probably some type of meat, he supposed, or like a mountain of kibble. Maybe both. He pressed the button and instantly regretted it. It happened so quickly he didn't even have chance to fully understand what was happening before the hero was gone and blood was all over the glass window. Penelope looked happy.
Dick swallowed and stepped backwards. He felt sick. He never would have pressed the button if he'd known. Did this make him a murderer?
"That...that was a person! You fed her a person!"
Jason aggressively scrubbed harsh disinfectant over his hands, the chemical bite cutting through the metallic smell of blood in the room. He snapped a pair of tight latex gloves over his knuckles, his heavy jaw set in a dark scowl. A messy lock of pure white hair fell into his eyes as he leaned over his brother's neck to inspect the damage. Since Dick had stupidly brushed the nasty gash off as just a bruise, Jason didn't bother arguing. Instead, he pressed his gloved thumb directly into the swollen, torn tissue, squeezing hard and unforgivingly enough to let the pain do the talking for him.
"A couple more centimeters and this clips your carotid," Jason grumbled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "One hit there and you bleed out in seconds... or you lose oxygen and end up more of a retard than you already are."
"Jesus, fuck, Jason!"
Years in the job had left Dick with a pretty high pain tolerance, but even he had limits, and it had been so sudden that he hadn't had chance to prepare himself for it. It hurt like hell, which he supposed was exactly what Jason was getting at. His fault for trying to play it off as nothing. It really wasn't that bad though. He'd had worse bullet wounds.
"Was that really necessary?" He asked once his breathing had returned to normal. "I mean, seriously, Jay. That was just mean."
He rotated his shoulder a bit, ignoring the white hot flash of pain that accompanied the movement. He could already feel it getting stiff and that'd just make it worse.
"Thank you, Doctor Hood. Pretty sure that terminology is a little outdated though."
you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me.
𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
Normally Dick would say something witty – something that made light of the situation – but something in Jason's tone made him hold back. His shoulder felt like it was on fire. His suit had taken the brunt of the bullet's impact but it still hurt like hell. Not that he hadn't been shot before.
"What's a big brother for if he can't take the occasional bullet for his little brother?" Jason might not be a little kid anymore, but he was still his kid brother. He hadn't been there with the Joker, but he was there now. "Look, Jay, there's no version of this where I don't take the hit."
"But it's fine. A bad bruise is all."
Oh boy, Nyx could just imagine what would happen if this became a permanent thing. The higher-ups needed to lose their minds to even consider it, but then again, they probably didn't care about their 'petty' arguments as long as they got the job done; and Nyx hadn't failed at gate duty just yet.
"You're right, we make the perfect team, don't we? I'm sure they wouldn't want to miss out on the opportunity to make use of our teamwork more often," he lied, smiling as he did. At least he could comfort himself with the fact that the situation made Petra just as miserable as them. If Nyx didn't hate gate duty, he'd probably be ecstatic about it all.
Snapping out of his thoughts at Dick's words, he immediately narrowed his eyes. No way that had actually worked. The other male was probably just playing along, but that would be his mistake – Nyx intended to take full advantage of it.
"Hope you know I won't let you back down now, darling. It'd be cruel to get my hopes up like that." He was getting that free drink, whether Dick liked it or not.
A faint chime reached his ears, making Nyx look down at his watch. Huh, at least time passed fast when you had pleasant company – Petra notwithstanding.
"We're finally free, pretty boy. Time to get the hell out of here before they can extend our misery," the last part was whispered so only Dick could hear. Turning towards Petra, he offered the guard a cheeky salute. "Always a pleasure, Fortis. See you hopefully never!"
Hah, a guy could wish.
"You know, it's not fair that we get to experience gate duty, but poor Fortis has never had the opportunity to fight on the front lines with us. You don't know what you're missing, man. Risking our lives to defend Insomnia from Niffs and daemons...but hey, we're just refugees, right?"
His tone was friendly enough, but there was a slight edge to his voice towards the end. Fortis seemed to pick up on it too, because whilst he kept his mouth shut. It looked like it cost him a lot to do so though.
"Hey, I'm a man of my word, you're only getting one though." Dick wasn't made of money, after all. He was still close with his adoptive father, but he was too proud to take hand-outs from Bruce. He made enough to get by and that was fine by him.
He perked up at the sound of Nyx's watch going off. It sounded like their shift was done. Thank the Six. It hadn't been all that bad though. Nyx kept it from dragging too much.
"Hah, you don't have to tell me twice hotshot. So, where are we going?"
Hannibal enjoyed the young one's petting. He obeyed, remaining on his back with his belly exposed for more petting. He was growing fond of Dick just like he did with Jason.
Penelope let out a protest whine at being put inside the kennel. She should have listened to her Mistress and creator but her nature got her into mischief at times. Naturally she was testing boundaries and that was why Hannibal scolded her for it.
Kat glanced back over at Dick. "She is a pomeranian mixed with vampire genetics.. You're correct in your assumption since she is not a hellhound. Very astute of you." She praised him for his observation skills. Good. Dick would need those skills especially if he was to inherit a sidekick role by her side as Talon.
"Hannibal is quite fond of you. He doesn't protect much unless I command him to. Penelope is acting out because it's her feeding hour. Do you wish to participate in that so she can bond with you as well? By that I mean you won't be fed upon I will give you what she needs so you could feed her yourself if you wish..."
"Jason and Penelope were just getting to know one another...before he.. was killed." She frowned at the memory. Dick seemed to be adjusting well for his first night in her estate and she truly hoped he would wish to remain here with her. She had so much to show him if he wanted to be a part of something more than most average Gothamites experienced.
Hannibal rolled back onto his paws but kept low giving Dick a unique opportunity to get on his back knowing that Kat wanted to take them to the lab so Penelope could feed. That's where the synthetic foods were. She picked up the kennel that had Penelope inside coming to a stand as she began to walk to her laboratory.
"Come.."
Once they would arrive Dick would see larger creatures. A large tank containing several oceanic creatures one being a woman but her lower half had tentacles like an octopus. A merman that was on the shore of sorts reading a book.
Then an aviary inside having a Harpy but this particular harpy almost looked like it could be a twin of Dick having bright blue eyes and that same shade of blue in its plumage. The creature was feeding off some turkey leg tearing at the flesh.
Dick offered a small smile at the praise. It had been a pretty solid guess, he supposed. The fangs kind of gave it away and he'd figured that if hellhounds and demons existed, so could vampires. It was a scary thought, but also somewhat exciting? What boy didn't think vampires and demons were cool?
"I like him too," Dick admitted, giving him another stroke. "I guess I can help. I feed the elephants back at the circus. Used to, I guess. I'm the only one Elinore lets feed her by hand."
He liked to think he was good with animals, but whether he was good with vampires was yet to be seen. Still, feeding an animal was usually a pretty good way to earn their trust, so hopefully she'd like him. If he could win over an elephant, he could win over a vampire dog, right?
"I'm sorry." So he'd been right about something bad happening to Jason. He wondered how old he'd been when he'd died, but he didn't want to ask. Maybe Penelope thought he was replacing Jason. Maybe he was. He didn't want to be. He couldn't help but wonder what he'd been like though.
He watched Hannibal push himself up, and after only a brief moment of hesitation, he climbed onto his back. He'd always been quite the daredevil – had to be to perform the tricks he did every day.
"Woah...you made all of these?"
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" -- You could have died , what were you thinking --- !?"
𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
"I was thinking that if I did nothing, a whole lot of people would have gotten hurt. There were still people in that building."
The bomb that had been set in the apartment block hadn't been one he could safely disarm. It had a fail safe that meant tampering with it would have caused it to explode on the spot. There hadn't been time to waste trying to disarm it, not while there were still people inside.
He'd evacuated mostly evacuated the building, but a child hadn't quite cleared the blast radius. Dick hadn't hesitated to throw himself on top of the child, protecting him from the blast. Luckily the explosion hadn't been too big, but he'd rather he be the one to get battered with glass and shrapnel than the kid.
Still, he acted like he was fine until the kid had been dragged away by a tearful (and grateful) mother.
"I'm fine."
stay with me, okay? stay awake. [Owlwoman]
𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
Dick nodded, bleary eyes trying but failing to focus on her face. His mask was gone. Kat must have removed it to get a better look at his eyes, to gauge the extent of his concussion. They were back home now too. He didn't remember getting there so he must have blacked out for a little while.
He was still new to the field. Still excited over the prospect of being Talon. He had been training for a long time, but Kat had finally deemed him ready a few weeks ago. He'd gotten cocky. Hadn't listened when she'd told him to fall back. He'd managed to take down most of the thugs by himself, but one had snuck up on him. Hit him over the head with a pipe.
"M'fine," he mumbled despite all the evidence to the contrary. He felt sick, but he didn't want her to worry, or worse, bench him. "Just a little tired."
❝ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ❞
𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
"Anything remotely dangerous, huh? You do realise that that's my whole MO, right?" Even before he put on the mask for the first time, Dick and danger had gone together like peanut butter and jelly. He was a Flying Grayson, after all. He supposed Wally did have a point though. Things had gotten pretty rough out there – always did when Deathstroke was involved.
He was fine though. Well, maybe not fine, but he'd been worse. That time he'd been beaten half to death by Two-Face? Definitely worse. Still, cracked ribs were never ideal. Wilson sure hit hard with that enhanced strength of his.
"I will concede to taking a break though if you wanted to stick around. Takeout, movies...it'd be just like old times."
` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
Nyx didn't even bother to hide his delight at Dick's words. If they continued like this, they might actually succeed in getting Petra to quit from stress. The poor guy was really having the worst time of his life right now and Nyx felt like it had been a long time coming.
"You make an excellent point. These walls are sturdy and nobody is set to arrive at the gates for the next many hours, so we shouldn't waste time," he replied, not hiding his own chuckles at the way Petra was looking. He looked like he wanted to throw up, but he was also extremely red in the face, so. Fortis would likely say it was from anger, but Nyx decided it was from embarrassment instead.
"Aw, it's such a shame, but Fortis wouldn't be able to handle the two of us. Still, I'm sure he wouldn't mind watching."
Oh boy, maybe that was a step too far. Petra looked like he was ready to storm over and hit him in the face. Hm. Maybe Nyx should let him. There were cameras out here after all, but not the kind that picked up audio – which was why Fortis always got away with being a fucking asshole.
Raising an eyebrow in challenge, Nyx was very disappointed when Fortis visibly calmed himself down. Better luck next time.
"Damn. I almost had him," he stage-whispered to Dick, enjoying the look on Petra's face when it was clear he heard him.
"Man, I am going to need a drink after this. Be a dear and pay for me, darling?" he batted his eyelashes at Dick, even if he knew it was probably futile. As refugees, they were all strapped for money.
Petra Fortis had experience tolerating them individually, but not so much tolerating them together. He'd been quieter than usual too. It was funny considering how much he liked to voice his opinion on refugees when it was a one-on-one encounter. As far as Dick was concerned, it served him right. He wasn't vindictive by nature but guys like Fortis really had a way of pissing him off.
"Yeah, you're probably right. His loss."
Unfortunately for them, Petra eventually managed to calm down. He still looked like he wished they would spontaneously combust, but his cheeks had returned to their usual shade. It was a shame. Pissing Petra off was one of the only good things about gate duty. Oh well, at least he had Nyx to banter with.
"There's always next time. I'm sure this won't be the last time all three of us end up on gate duty. Who knows, maybe the higher-ups will decide that we make such a good team that they want us to do it more often."
As tedious as gate duty was, he thought that it was probably worse for Petra. Especially if he was stuck with both of them again.
"Ah...how can I say no when you ask so prettily?"
Hannibal was almost purring practically at the pets. The hellhound was very touch starved. His red eyes looked upon the ward focused on him. Even in this form, he understood the speech.
Kat smiled at Dick's curiosity. He truly was similar to her Jason in personality, and here she thought Dick would be completely opposite. How wonderful. "He's my creation one of many...he's part Hellhound and part human."
"Are you familiar with Hellhounds?" She got up going to the bookshelf, retrieving a book as she opened it up, turning to the page of Hellhounds. "You see these creatures exist on another Earth. They are companions of demons, and they are tasked with retrieving those who made deals with crossroad demons once their ten years is up to take them to Hell."
"They have many abilities I found fascinating, and I wanted to create my own version to bring back with me here. Hannibal is extremely loyal to me, but he can also be with you, Dick."
She showed him illustrations of other hellhounds and the variations. Hannibal lowered his head, giving permission to let Dick pet his soft black fur. The act was primal and made Hannibal bond to Dick biologically as a protector.
A pomeranian had padded into view at the doorway looking at the group. The presence made Hannibal perk his ears in warning to not frighten the young one mostly because of the nature of the pomeranian.
"Penelope we have a new guest. This is Dick Grayson and he will be living with us. You are to be on your best behavior Missy...am I understood?" Kat was testing the waters on behaviors and compatibility.
"She won't harm you, Dick but her true appearance may frighten you..I'm just forewarning you because she's not a hellhound but also a creature of the supernatural.." There take it slowly on introductions. Let them feel each other out.
Penelope gave a smile showing off her vampire teeth as her jaws extended in an unnatural position. The act made Hannibal give a jaw snap at the smaller dog. It was a form of discipline to get Penelope to behave.
Kat sighed at this as she scooped up Penelope into her arms. "Bad girl..You're going in your kennel..I'm sorry Dick. Penelope hasn't had guests in the manor since Jason..my last ward." She put the dog into the kennel.
Hannibal rolled onto his back exposing his belly to let Dick continue to pet him displaying a very playful nature. He was growing fond of him. Even letting his tongue hang out to show he wasn't vicious towards the boy.
Dick gave a slow shake of his head. He'd heard of hellhounds, but that was in the same way he'd heard of vampires and ghosts and demons. They were just stories. Not something Dick had ever expected to exist. If he'd been a bit older, he might not have taken to Hannibal's existence so easily – might have claimed that it was some sort of trick. Children had a way of believing in things that adults didn't though.
He wanted to ask more questions about him, but honestly he didn't know where to begin. Kat had said Hannibal was part hellhound and part human. She'd also said she'd made him. He also wanted to ask how she knew so much about them and what she meant by another Earth. Oh, and if other things existed.
For now though, he was content to look through the book. At least, he had been until Hannibal shifted his head in silent permission. He smiled and gently ran his fingers through the soft black fur. He'd always been good with animals, though most of his experience was with...bigger animals. Zitka and Elinore were the elephants back at the circus. They were his friends. He hoped they'd be okay without him.
He'd bonded with Hannibal pretty quickly though.
"Um, hi Penelope," Dick greeted with a small smile, his fingers still tangled in Hannibal's fur. She didn't look particularly scary – less scary than Hannibal who had turned out to be a softy. "Woah!"
Don't judge a book by its cover, Grayson, Dick internally chided himself, taking half a step back behind Hannibal. The hellhound seemed to want to protect him if the way he snapped at her was anything to go by. She made no move to attack him though, so maybe Kat was right about that.
Dick opened his mouth to ask about Jason but thought better of it. The way she'd called him her 'last ward' made Dick think that there was something painful there. Maybe they'd fallen out, or he'd moved on, or worse. It was Gotham City, after all.
"What is she if she's not a hellhound. Is she like a vampire dog or something?" He asked, dropping to a crouch to rub at the hellhound's belly. Yeah, he'd grown attached to him very quickly. He'd always wanted a dog.
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Kat sipped her tea before she heard Dick's approach. Her lips curled into a soft smile in greeting. Hazel eyes took in the clothes he picked to wear. He really looked like Jason. The visual made her heart wretch some in an ache as she mourned the loss of the poor Talon she lost. Joker and Lex would pay dearly for that.
"It'll take time for you to navigate this place. I used to get lost myself a few times didn't I Hannibal?" She mused outloud.
The black haired man only nodded as he finished his piano playing before coming to a stand to greet Dick. "Shall I bring you some food Master Dick?"
She set her teacup down on the saucer. "Don't be afraid to ask whatever you need Dick. It's yours. In fact, I rarely say no.. don't I Hannibal?"
The man gave a soft hum slash growl in reply. His red eye shimmered almost inhumanly. It was the hellhound DNA side of him showing more as he was comfortable within the manor.
Hannibal left for the kitchen to retrieve whatever nourishment Dick desired to have and returned with it to the dining table. He looked at Kat as he asked silently permission.
Kat glanced at her creation before giving a soft nod.
Hannibal sighed in relief as he shifted back to his natural form taking on a black furred canine appear of a hellhound. He padded over to Kat obediently as his fluffy tail swished pleased as he wasn't fond of being human. It was uncomfortable for him.
She reached over petting Hannibal behind his ears giving him a scratch. "Good boy.." She praised him for his loyalty to her. Not that he had a choice in the matter. She made him after all.
"If you choose to stay Dick you can have a companion too if you wish.. it's healthy to have a companion or friends really." Kat offered to him. She was going to give Jason his own the day he was murdered.
"Take it one day at a time..I know it's a lot to process with everything but I promise I'll be at your side to support you. I'm here to help you Dick."
Dick wasn't all that hungry, or rather he didn't feel like he could stomach much right now. The snap of the rope. The thud of impact. The crack of bones. He couldn't get the sounds out of his head. He hadn't wanted to be rude though, and he knew he needed to eat something to keep himself going. His folks...they wouldn't want him burning himself to the ground.
So he'd asked for something simple. Something that would be easy on the stomach and that he could eat later if he couldn't finish it.
Dick blinked as Hannibal turned from human to hellhound, taking a nervous step backwards before relaxing when he showed no signs of hostility. In fact, he looked friendly if the tail wagging was anything to go by.
"What is he? I mean...how'd he do that?" He asked, taking a cautious step towards Kat, both for a better look and for safety. He didn't think that she'd let anything hurt him – not after going through the effort to bring him here. "Can I pet him?"
He wouldn't have asked, but Hannibal seemed to enjoy the way Kat was scratching him behind the ears.
"Thanks. I...yeah. Thanks."
Dick didn't really know what to say. He appreciated her honesty though. She wasn't feeding him false lies about how everything would be okay. She was telling him that he wouldn't have to do it alone.
his lips tighten around the burn of the cigar, nostrils flared with smoke - a growl amidst an exhale. typically, he'd enjoyed this part of the job; revelled in the wincing, the screaming and the crying - confessions sobbed through gritted teeth.
today? not so much.
for now, he paces the blood and sweat stained floor or the interrogation chamber. a quick march back and forth, the hulking general huffing smoke with every step. the thought lingers that he's perhaps due to end this little session as distraught as his subject - for heidegger - has been betrayed.
pressed lids squeeze his eyes into slits, a frown bore down at the soldier ( ex-soldier now ) as the man begins to stir awake. desserters? heidegger hated. cowards? he despised. but SPIES-?! ifrit's fire has his blood boiling; and from one so promising too-
"disappointing-" he finally huffs. his tone steady but not without the edge that comes with unbridled anger. "more-so when i think of just how incredible you could have been." his words end with a sigh, a hefty breath unhindered by the choke of smoke that now fills the room. he holds the breath for a moment after, tightens fingers around the metal baton caught within his grip. a second of silence before anger aches through the muscles of his arm and sends the weapon crashing down on the younger man's knee. a harsh strike with intent not quite to crack bone but certainly make it feel as much.
"still. a traitor is a traitor; before i ask any questions, i will enjoy loosening you up first."
The young man's eyes snapped open as the baton came down on his knee but despite the pain, Dick refused to cry out. He wouldn't give the man the satisfaction. All Heidegger got for his effort was a sharp inhale of breath before he forced a grin onto his face.
"Now that's high praise. I'd be flattered if I actually gave a damn what you thought." His voice was a little rough from pain and lack of use, but there was a level of amusement there that would no doubt infuriate the man further. Dick smirked and gave a slow, almost patronising shake of his head.
"That's where you're wrong, General. I'm not a traitor. That'd imply I had any loyalty to you in the first place." Dick mused, lightly shifting his leg. Testing it. It hurt like a bitch, but it wasn't broken. He probably wouldn't be able to put any weight on it any time soon though. "I didn't."
Blue eyes slowly lifted to meet the General's. Cool and unflinching. He wasn't scared of him.
"Mn. Go ahead. Hurt me all you like. I'm not going to tell you anything. You'll just be wasting your time. Time that I'm sure you'd rather spend kissing our dear old President's ass."
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