#amazingflyingdick

[thebatsbutler]

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[ravagingyou]

@amazingflyingdick

ROSE: Happy birthday or w/e. Busy?

[inthenameofnova]

When: Present Day Where: NOVA Facility - Outside Star City With: Dick @amazingflyingdick​

Jihl needed an explanation. She knew Deathstroke had attacked the facility, with an accomplice, but trying to find that man again was proving less than fruitful. So instead she’d simply sent the cause behind it all an email. NOVA still had Grayson’s details on file from when he’d worked for them and it seemed the email had gone though. A while later he’d accepted and he should be here soon. 

Jihl had done her best to tidy herself up, a long-sleeved dress, tights and heels hid her body but the marks on her face couldn’t be completely concealed with makeup. Her arm was in a sling from the gunshot wound but she was trying continue as best she could. 

Her new secretary informed her of Grayson’s arrival and she rose from her desk as he was shown in. “Mr. Grayson.” A testament to her skill that she kept an expressionless face and tone. “Please, have a seat.” she gestured, returning to her own with a small wince. 

[maybemaybemartianarchive]

A Dream of Country Summer

Backdated to July 2nd, 2020

@amazingflyingdick

One might have expected more sound from four people in a such a small space. But for a long time now, the only things to be heard were the repetitive chirpings and whirrings of medical equipment and the faint clacking of M’gann’s knitting needles. She was fast. Almost through with a sweater for Dick. For some reason, now that he was lying in a hospital bed, she couldn’t imagine him not wearing a sweater.

Really, the knitting was more of a decoy. She wanted to be near Dick, she had more pressing things to offer him than a sweater, but she worried that if she stopped knitting then she would just be sitting in the room between two icy figures waiting for them to collide and send her home. No. If either of them had noticed what was going on, they hadn’t said anything. And, of course, M’gann’s eyes didn’t need to be closed to share a dream. She didn’t need to touch him to open a link.

She merely clicked and clacked away, hour after hour, and drifted through the world she had made for Dick. It was a pastoral landscape now. A combination of paintings and photographs she had seen in museums and books. A dash of poetry in the trees. Rolling hillsides beside vast fields of wheat. A little blue farmhouse with a stable attached. Chickens, ducks, and geese milling about the yard. Trails leading into the forest. M’gann knew where they went and if Dick were to think about it, he would likely know too. But he had the chance to explore as he pleased.

M’gann hadn’t seen him for a while. She’d been merely watching from afar. Providing detail to the dream as the adventure called for it. It was about a quarter past three in both the real world and in the dream when she decided to make herself known. M’gann hopped off the porch of the little house and set down the worn dirt path in her faded sundress and straw bonnet. He’d be somewhere nearby. The dream she’d created just for him would push her in the right direction.

She found Dick as a breeze blew by and nearly took her hat with it. “Hey.” M’gann spoke softly, but her smile was warm. “How’s it going, stranger?”

[kitemanxhellyeah]

When: Post Theatre Takedown Where: Star City - Police Station  With: Dick @amazingflyingdick​

Where was he? Where was he!? Where was he, where WAS HE!?

Chuck needed to get out he need to look for him! “Charlie!?” His voice nasal from the bandages over his broken nose ended in a sob. He wanted to move but had just sunk down to the corner of his cell, his helmet was gone showing wildly messy hair, his eyes red and puffy from the nose and all his crying. 

Chuck didn’t care though, he only cared about his son! “Charlie!?” he called again, sobbing a few more times, “W-where are you!? Come back Charlie please come back-” he took in a heaving breath and more loud sobs echoed around the cell. 

When a figure stepped in front of the bars Chuck couldn’t make them out through his blurry vision but they were too tall... “P-please, please I-I ‘ease...” the final word another sob, “I need my boy! Where’s he gone? H-Help me find Charlie!” he begged. 

[txdkxrd]

When: Present Day Where: Star City (Gymnasium) With: Dick @amazingflyingdick

While it wasn’t as great as his personal one in El Paso, the Star City gymnasium wasn’t awful, they had all the equipment and really that was all you needed for this sorta thing. He’d not had a gym workout since coming to the city and it was great for pushing himself (in the vain hope he’d improve his heart) and keeping his skills sharp. 

While not quite on Dick’s level, Ted liked to think he was pretty good, so he was pleased when the other agreed to meet him for an afternoon going through some moves. When the other arrived Ted grinned, he already dressed in short-shorts and a skin-tight vest and figured Dick would change into something similar soon. “Hey Bro, haven’t seen you in years, you look good.”

He held a hand out to shake and used the other to gesture behind him, “Thanks for meeting up, I never really got anyone to practice with in El Paso, worried I’m getting a little stale.” he laughed, his signature guffaw echoing around the gym. 

[mostpopularmagi]

When: Present Day Where: Zach’s Apartment With: Dick @amazingflyingdick​

Zach didn’t get visitors often, mostly because he didn’t have any friends. It didn’t bother him, he had Eddie and that was really all he needed, throwing in more people would only make things too complicated. So it was a surprise to him when the door to his apartment buzzed. Eddie was out on a repair job and he was studying up on some spellcraft that was probably a little dark but necessary if he and Selene were going to succeed with their plans. 

He stood and with a mumble cast a glamour over the book to hide its true nature before going to the door, he opened it to see a half-recognisable figure holding some pizza boxes. “Who’re- oh.” Then it twigged, “You’re the oldest of Batman’s lot right? Nightwing?” he asked, frowning a little, “Why’re you here? If you want magical advice there’s lots of other people you could ask.”

[elsawiththegoodhair]

When: Present Day Where: District X With: Dick @amazingflyingdick​

“Cindy, aim with snow, not ice.” He cautioned the little girl as she went looking for more ammunition only to end up ducking several well aimed shots from a group of little boys. “Ohhh sneaky!” he laughed, flicking a few small powder snow balls in their direction and sending them running, high-pitched giggles following them all the while. It was a Saturday, no classes were on and a little fun was in order. 

“The Evil Iceman is coming for you, Brave Heroes!” he yelled, voice in mock growl as he stomped after them, spiking up his ice form to look a little more imposing. He came over a small crest of land only to see half a dozen kids arms with snowballs that were thrown at him at once, “Nooooo!” he cried, flailing back at the hits and falling backwards, the cheers of the kids and their laughs putting a smile on his face as he pretended to fall to them. He ended up sprawled at the bottom of the little hill only to see a figure was there looking down at him, “Oh... Hello there.” he grinned up at them, “Don’t suppose you’re here for a snowball fight too? A few words of warning, those kids are ice-cold.”