The justice you can't escape

Dick had found himself headed out for a run, late that night, his insomnia getting the better of him once again. It was a loosing battle, but one he would fight to the end nonetheless. So instead of struggling with his demons he turned to running along the shore in search of solace elsewhere. The sound of the ocean lapping against the rocky beach was calming, enough to drag him from his thoughts as he stopped to drink in his surroundings and the fresh evening air. Only he hadn’t been alone, and as footsteps approached his gaze lifted from the water to steal a glance in the others direction. “Little late for a night stroll, don’t you think?” @woodshorestarters​

Sitting at the bar alone on a Friday night had become something of a normality for the male. Finding that of his friends was proving harder than expected, nevertheless he had never been one to give up. And he wouldn’t, devoting every day to tracking down those of his loves ones so that they could figure out whatever hole they had fallen into as a team. “I think it’s fair to say we have different ideas about the so called good stuff.“ Dick remarked, as he stole a glance in the woman’s direction. 

Dick had always been a creature of habit, nothing would change that. Having long been for his morning run and stopped off at the local cafe for breakfast and coffee, he was well into the start of his day as he made his way on the short walk to the precinct when a stranger called to his attention. Her words very nearly causing the other to laugh as he took a sip of the hot beverage. “Coffee --- I’d be worried if it were anything else at such an hour, then again I suppose it’s 5′oclock somewhere huh.”