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Still fighting. Still friends. Independent Dick Grayson RP blog

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//Gasp. Finally! A Robin rper! I'm sorry I had to message you on anon, but my Starfire blog is a sideblog. Anyway! Would it be alright if I RP with you? ^^

! Of course! I’m open to rp with just about anyone, just toss a starter into my tag and I’ll get right on it, yeah?]]

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hey! sorry for the absence, i uh. broke my hand. typing this with my left. will be back when i can

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The Signs and Sleep

perfect sleepers: cancer, taurus, pisces and gemini

accidently stay up until 4 am: aquarius, libra, leo and capricorn

literally suffering from insomnia since forever: virgo, scorpio, sagittarius and aries

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Get the Know Me Meme: [3/5 Teams]: Teen Titans

(yes I included Terra. fightme)

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Melvin nodded and calmed down a bit after realizing Robin wasn’t mad at her. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t even know I could do that. The monks think my powers are getting stronger as I get older, and I’m trying really hard to figure out how to control it.” Which was more than a little scary to her. If she could create living things just by thinking it, could she hurt someone just by thinking it too?

The small blonde lit up at the mention of a sleepover with Raven. Raven was the closest thing she’d ever had to a mom and a sleepover sounded like fun. “Really? Like at the tower or here?” She’d only seen Titan Tower in the news, but she knew enough to know that’s where all the Jump titans stayed.

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Robin grins at Melvin when she lights up, glad to be able to offer a simple bandaid measure that could cause such joy. Leaning forward in a conspiratorial manner, Robin glances first one way, and then the other, as though he’s making certain the coast is clear, he hmms, like he even needs to consider the answer. “You know,” he says “I think you should see the Tower. How about there tonight?” 

It’ll let him run a few subtle diagnostic scans, and also keep her close to hand in case any more dream-conjurings should appear. Two birds, meet one stone.

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There’s a gap in communication while Robin thinks and writes, an activity which slightly overlaps the amount Jericho needs to sign, and it’s with this small block of time that Jericho has the chance to observe the Titans’ leader - his leader; as for all he’d been prepared to disassociate himself from the group of young heroes once his origins were known, he is still considered a Titan.

Though it is an unpleasant thought… he can see why his father had chosen Robin to pursue. He is the model of a young hero; strong, determined, brave and true, and obsessive. Jericho can see it in the way he writes so urgently, picking apart every tiny detail of what he has been told in the last fifteen minutes. Obsessive to the point of easy manipulation. His father would have known it would only take a simple web of mystery to bind Robin to him completely; twisting and prodding and cutting at his psyche until he was shaped just the way Slade wanted.

Robin probably knows this already, but there is more he will piece together in time. He knows that the horrifying ordeal of apprenticeship had been something to do with Slade’s family complex; when he had been the closest and most suitable thing to replace Jericho. But right now he cannot know how alike he and Jericho are, how there was so much more at play during that time than a simple attempt at forced Stockholm Syndrome. 

Jericho’s abilities match Robin’s almost exactly. Military-style combat, self-defense from a myriad of martial arts, acrobatics and gymnastics, handling all sorts of weaponry, and even straight-up data hacking. He’s been taught how to protect himself, as Robin has, how to survive - and his trainer might have been wearing a wedding ring, hazy in the scent of expensive perfume and cigarette smoke when she slammed him into the mats to give him bruises for a week so he would learn that was not a good way to block, that others out there could do so much worse if they’d caught him instead; but it isn’t so different to Robin making exactly the same steps with a mentor in a bat costume. Protecting a city or protecting themselves; the paces are near identical.

Grant was never the right one for Slade’s plans. He always admired his father to an alarming degree before he broke away on his own to emulate him, but he always lacked the discipline and focus to make much of it. Grant was pure rage and destruction, with no method to his fury, but Jericho was the one who could learn the finesse of it. He was the son Slade wanted most - and when he was out of the mercenary’s reach, the lone eye fell on the closest replacement there was. 

“Perhaps, in time, I will become like a father to you.”

It was, partially, why Jericho acts the way he does - so if people talk, they will speak of the strange, skinny Titan from the mountains who gambols on long legs like a newborn lamb, who doesn’t know combat, who always stays close to others nervously, who never seems to have anything to add to a conversation. It isn’t as if any of that is a charade, but Jericho chose from the beginning not to showcase many of the things he does know in case his father heard too much. That, and he simply does not like fighting the way he has been taught, hates laying violent hands on others, so while there is the chance not to with the Titans he simply doesn’t. 

Perhaps the Titans will discover these things; perhaps they will never be relevant. They aren’t the issue at hand right now.

Then Robin mentions telling the others, and… well, Jericho has known from the start that keeping things private would not be an option, but it still sends a stab of alarm straight up his spine and makes him prickle. Will they be as understanding as Robin, especially after everything Terra has done? Will they ever look at him the same way? Will they accept his help without Robin forcing them to? Has he been a fool for ever thinking he might fit in here…?

Either way, it must be done, so there is no use for more than biting his lip and clasping his hands around his forearms nervously while he considers an answer. There is one glaring problem he notes almost at once. 

You’re the only one who knows how to read my signs. And that is true - in fact, this exchange has been the first time Jericho has signed a full conversation in what seems like forever. He’s comfortable being a wispy figure on the sidelines, nodding and smiling whenever either are needed, and since he demands such little attention none of the other Titans have truly thought to learn many of his signs. 

I’d like you to tell them, but I want to be there. 

He’s a little sick by now of running away.

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It’s not that Robin doesn’t know that the other Titans haven’t been making the effort he’d hoped that they would to include Jericho. It’s not even that Robin is under any illusions about how any further team or small group meetings he held to discuss the matter would be received. He’s tried, see. And, to a certain extent, so have the Titans. It’s just—well, Jericho seemed content enough to flit about the sidelines, and no combination that Robin had tried out had managed to pry him out of his shell; the quieter Titans were content to sit in silence, and Jericho seemed to make a conscious effort at staying on the fringes of the louder ones. 

So the tension that rings loud and shrill as a klaxon when Robin confirms that they will need to tell the others is in no way a surprise. Regrettable, but not a surprise. For a heartbeat, he considers only telling the core Titans, to make it easier on both Jericho and himself. Then, swift on the heels of that thought comes the self-castigation: he knows, he knows, he knows what that sort of secret  can do, has already had this argument with himself today, absolutely cannot have it again. The core Titans may be the ones whose reactions he can be surest of, but every Titan deserves full knowledge of what may face them and why. Who is he to keep things from them? 

He nods, says “If you’d wanted to tell them yourself, I would have translated. Or—“ Cutting himself off, he shrugs, the motion rolling out along his shoulders and down through his arms to where the hand not securing the pad of paper to his leg turns up and outward around its grip on the pencil.

Then, he sighs. There’s a weight to it, the very edge of an old pain brought sharp to surface where it cannot be treated. Glancing down at his notes, he says “So, just to make sure: what you’re saying is that—” he chokes on the sentence like it’s arsenic, like it’s burning him up inside to say it, curses himself a million times over for the weakness as he closes his eyes, lets his expression crease into one of pain for less than the span of a single second before he’s forcing the words out, regardless of the cost. “You’re saying that Slade is your dad, and that he’s going to come for you. And that you don’t want to go when he does.” The Titans have dealt with this before. The Titans have dealt with this before. The Titans—the Titans number upwards of fifty, and the core of five had been able to stop Slade before. 

Jericho may have called the man a terminator, but Robin was trained by a man who had looked into the night and said you will be mine, a man who had taken a broken city and his own fear under his protection, and who helped mend it every day and every night, had for over a decade and would for probably decades more—that is to say, Robin knows what terminators look like.

Or, that is to say, Robin knows what terminators look like when they bleed.

“That’s the gist of it, right?” He asks, mentally cataloging the current locations of the Titans hosted by Jump, and the rotation he has them on. He’ll need to call back in the ones out on patrol, the city will need to do without their direct and on scene presence for an hour or so: it had for years, it will again. It’s not like they don’t have several teleporters on hand if disaster should strike. 

He knows that that is not the whole of what Jericho had told him, but he’s decided that the bare bones of the situation will do for those who are to stay in Jump or to return to their own respective homes. This is a delicate situation, and while transparency is key, Robin knows that he will have to parcel out information carefully. The Titans deserve to know about any life threatening danger they may face. The Titans also deserve a leader who knows when certain bits of information would cause only conflict.

Going off to New York with someone who has just revealed affiliation (no matter how unwilling) with one of the biggest threats the Titans have ever faced is plain stupid. Robin knows it is. 

Robin doesn’t care. 

Jericho deserves a chance not only to be told that he is still a Titan, but also to feel that he is still a Titan. His inclusion in dealing with this new threat is key in making sure he does. By allowing him to fight at the Titans’ side as a full member of the Titans with all the trust that entails, Robin hopes to curtail any lingering doubts that Jericho may carry about his place on the team, and to do the same for any of the more wary members of the team. 

Robin’s gambling on this.

“I can have everyone back in-Tower in a half hour, if you’re okay with doing this now.” He says, arching a questioning eyebrow at Jericho. “Just to get it over with.”

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“Yes, can I help you?”

bored soo blehh

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Cyborg by Phil Cho.

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Nightwing: Year One

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