I lived bitch

you ever realize how able bodied people just are not expected to do things that cause them excruciating physical pain? like they’re just. not

*sees an abled person using potholders*

yes i wear sunglasses at Night

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Raymond stands, using his crutches to brace himself, rather than taking Dick's hand. He doesn't want to touch him. He wants to stay mad, to never forget what he was put through in Dick's stead, or what Dick himself put him through years later. He has that grudge and not much else

Dick shoves his hand back in his pocket, definitely not overthinking how he might’ve messed that up. He’d never overthink. Totally. “Of course. Really, anytime, just let me know whenever you need anything.”

Raymond hesitates... on one hand, Dick is right, Gotham subways are basically underground torture chambers. And, despite hiding it well, there's a fiery sort of ache creeping up his spine that makes him almost nauseous. On the other hand, the alternative is a potentially very awkward car ride across town with his supposed enemy...

“Awesome!” Dick grins brightly. If he was being honest, he had a small ulterior motive. Nothing bad! Of course his main intent was to get him home safe, but he also wanted extra time to get to know him again. To maybe get his old friend back. of course, he’s not gonna pressure him into anything, he may be a bit pushy sometimes but he’s not stupid. He knows it’s a process. But he’s willing to put in the effort.

When they get to the parking lot, Dick pauses for a moment. “…shit.” He sighs. “I parked on the opposite side. Hold on, I’ll go get the car, I’m not gonna make you walk that far.” He says as he begins jogging across the lot.

Dick comes back with the car and hops out to get the door. He’s not 100% sure if thats alright, but thats what he does when Babs is on a bad day, so he thinks it’s probably okay. Hopefully.

"Thanks..." Raymond slides into the passenger seat, silently grateful to not be on his feet anymore. He shoves his crutches in the back so they're still reachable, but not in the way.

“Nothing much. Blüdhaven’s been quiet for once which, despite it being boring as hell, is definitely a good thing.” Dick climbs back into the drivers seat and starts the car. “Missed the crazies though, had to come back to Gotham before I got too used to normalcy. And I wanted to see my family, which probably count as the previously mentioned crazies.” He smiles, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Not really. I noticed you're still doing the hero thing... changed your suit."

“Yeah, blue’s always looked better on me. The red felt too..edgy, and I’m trying to be the guy people aren’t afraid to go to for help. Red isn’t a color most people associate with safety.” Dick shrugs. “Plus, there’s too many bats with the red and black color scheme, I had to give ‘em SOME variety.” He jokes.

Raymond tenses. He can't answer that, the boat's not actually his, he has to sneak on and off the damn thing, and quite frankly, if it were his boat he'd be embarrassed at the state of it.

“wait- alright then, never mind…” Dick frowns, watching him leave. He has to tell himself not to follow him, because he knows sketchy and that response was sketchy. But he clearly wants him to stay out of it so he will. At least for now. He wants him to trust him, he won’t get that by showing up at his boat and interrogating him.

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Raymond stands, using his crutches to brace himself, rather than taking Dick's hand. He doesn't want to touch him. He wants to stay mad, to never forget what he was put through in Dick's stead, or what Dick himself put him through years later. He has that grudge and not much else

Dick shoves his hand back in his pocket, definitely not overthinking how he might’ve messed that up. He’d never overthink. Totally. “Of course. Really, anytime, just let me know whenever you need anything.”

Raymond hesitates... on one hand, Dick is right, Gotham subways are basically underground torture chambers. And, despite hiding it well, there's a fiery sort of ache creeping up his spine that makes him almost nauseous. On the other hand, the alternative is a potentially very awkward car ride across town with his supposed enemy...

“Awesome!” Dick grins brightly. If he was being honest, he had a small ulterior motive. Nothing bad! Of course his main intent was to get him home safe, but he also wanted extra time to get to know him again. To maybe get his old friend back. of course, he’s not gonna pressure him into anything, he may be a bit pushy sometimes but he’s not stupid. He knows it’s a process. But he’s willing to put in the effort.

When they get to the parking lot, Dick pauses for a moment. “…shit.” He sighs. “I parked on the opposite side. Hold on, I’ll go get the car, I’m not gonna make you walk that far.” He says as he begins jogging across the lot.

Dick comes back with the car and hops out to get the door. He’s not 100% sure if thats alright, but thats what he does when Babs is on a bad day, so he thinks it’s probably okay. Hopefully.

"Thanks..." Raymond slides into the passenger seat, silently grateful to not be on his feet anymore. He shoves his crutches in the back so they're still reachable, but not in the way.

“Nothing much. Blüdhaven’s been quiet for once which, despite it being boring as hell, is definitely a good thing.” Dick climbs back into the drivers seat and starts the car. “Missed the crazies though, had to come back to Gotham before I got too used to normalcy. And I wanted to see my family, which probably count as the previously mentioned crazies.” He smiles, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Not really. I noticed you're still doing the hero thing... changed your suit."

“Yeah, blue’s always looked better on me. The red felt too..edgy, and I’m trying to be the guy people aren’t afraid to go to for help. Red isn’t a color most people associate with safety.” Dick shrugs. “Plus, there’s too many bats with the red and black color scheme, I had to give ‘em SOME variety.” He jokes.

Raymond tenses. He can't answer that, the boat's not actually his, he has to sneak on and off the damn thing, and quite frankly, if it were his boat he'd be embarrassed at the state of it.

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Raymond stands, using his crutches to brace himself, rather than taking Dick's hand. He doesn't want to touch him. He wants to stay mad, to never forget what he was put through in Dick's stead, or what Dick himself put him through years later. He has that grudge and not much else

Dick shoves his hand back in his pocket, definitely not overthinking how he might’ve messed that up. He’d never overthink. Totally. “Of course. Really, anytime, just let me know whenever you need anything.”

Raymond hesitates... on one hand, Dick is right, Gotham subways are basically underground torture chambers. And, despite hiding it well, there's a fiery sort of ache creeping up his spine that makes him almost nauseous. On the other hand, the alternative is a potentially very awkward car ride across town with his supposed enemy...

“Awesome!” Dick grins brightly. If he was being honest, he had a small ulterior motive. Nothing bad! Of course his main intent was to get him home safe, but he also wanted extra time to get to know him again. To maybe get his old friend back. of course, he’s not gonna pressure him into anything, he may be a bit pushy sometimes but he’s not stupid. He knows it’s a process. But he’s willing to put in the effort.

When they get to the parking lot, Dick pauses for a moment. “…shit.” He sighs. “I parked on the opposite side. Hold on, I’ll go get the car, I’m not gonna make you walk that far.” He says as he begins jogging across the lot.

Dick comes back with the car and hops out to get the door. He’s not 100% sure if thats alright, but thats what he does when Babs is on a bad day, so he thinks it’s probably okay. Hopefully.

"Thanks..." Raymond slides into the passenger seat, silently grateful to not be on his feet anymore. He shoves his crutches in the back so they're still reachable, but not in the way.

“Nothing much. Blüdhaven’s been quiet for once which, despite it being boring as hell, is definitely a good thing.” Dick climbs back into the drivers seat and starts the car. “Missed the crazies though, had to come back to Gotham before I got too used to normalcy. And I wanted to see my family, which probably count as the previously mentioned crazies.” He smiles, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Not really. I noticed you're still doing the hero thing... changed your suit."

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Raymond stands, using his crutches to brace himself, rather than taking Dick's hand. He doesn't want to touch him. He wants to stay mad, to never forget what he was put through in Dick's stead, or what Dick himself put him through years later. He has that grudge and not much else

Dick shoves his hand back in his pocket, definitely not overthinking how he might’ve messed that up. He’d never overthink. Totally. “Of course. Really, anytime, just let me know whenever you need anything.”

Raymond hesitates... on one hand, Dick is right, Gotham subways are basically underground torture chambers. And, despite hiding it well, there's a fiery sort of ache creeping up his spine that makes him almost nauseous. On the other hand, the alternative is a potentially very awkward car ride across town with his supposed enemy...

“Awesome!” Dick grins brightly. If he was being honest, he had a small ulterior motive. Nothing bad! Of course his main intent was to get him home safe, but he also wanted extra time to get to know him again. To maybe get his old friend back. of course, he’s not gonna pressure him into anything, he may be a bit pushy sometimes but he’s not stupid. He knows it’s a process. But he’s willing to put in the effort.

When they get to the parking lot, Dick pauses for a moment. “…shit.” He sighs. “I parked on the opposite side. Hold on, I’ll go get the car, I’m not gonna make you walk that far.” He says as he begins jogging across the lot.

Dick comes back with the car and hops out to get the door. He’s not 100% sure if thats alright, but thats what he does when Babs is on a bad day, so he thinks it’s probably okay. Hopefully.

"Thanks..." Raymond slides into the passenger seat, silently grateful to not be on his feet anymore. He shoves his crutches in the back so they're still reachable, but not in the way.

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Raymond stands, using his crutches to brace himself, rather than taking Dick's hand. He doesn't want to touch him. He wants to stay mad, to never forget what he was put through in Dick's stead, or what Dick himself put him through years later. He has that grudge and not much else

Dick shoves his hand back in his pocket, definitely not overthinking how he might’ve messed that up. He’d never overthink. Totally. “Of course. Really, anytime, just let me know whenever you need anything.”

Raymond hesitates... on one hand, Dick is right, Gotham subways are basically underground torture chambers. And, despite hiding it well, there's a fiery sort of ache creeping up his spine that makes him almost nauseous. On the other hand, the alternative is a potentially very awkward car ride across town with his supposed enemy...

“Awesome!” Dick grins brightly. If he was being honest, he had a small ulterior motive. Nothing bad! Of course his main intent was to get him home safe, but he also wanted extra time to get to know him again. To maybe get his old friend back. of course, he’s not gonna pressure him into anything, he may be a bit pushy sometimes but he’s not stupid. He knows it’s a process. But he’s willing to put in the effort.

When they get to the parking lot, Dick pauses for a moment. “…shit.” He sighs. “I parked on the opposite side. Hold on, I’ll go get the car, I’m not gonna make you walk that far.” He says as he begins jogging across the lot.

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Raymond stands, using his crutches to brace himself, rather than taking Dick's hand. He doesn't want to touch him. He wants to stay mad, to never forget what he was put through in Dick's stead, or what Dick himself put him through years later. He has that grudge and not much else

Dick shoves his hand back in his pocket, definitely not overthinking how he might’ve messed that up. He’d never overthink. Totally. “Of course. Really, anytime, just let me know whenever you need anything.”

Raymond hesitates... on one hand, Dick is right, Gotham subways are basically underground torture chambers. And, despite hiding it well, there's a fiery sort of ache creeping up his spine that makes him almost nauseous. On the other hand, the alternative is a potentially very awkward car ride across town with his supposed enemy...

“Awesome!” Dick grins brightly. If he was being honest, he had a small ulterior motive. Nothing bad! Of course his main intent was to get him home safe, but he also wanted extra time to get to know him again. To maybe get his old friend back. of course, he’s not gonna pressure him into anything, he may be a bit pushy sometimes but he’s not stupid. He knows it’s a process. But he’s willing to put in the effort.

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Raymond stands, using his crutches to brace himself, rather than taking Dick's hand. He doesn't want to touch him. He wants to stay mad, to never forget what he was put through in Dick's stead, or what Dick himself put him through years later. He has that grudge and not much else

Dick shoves his hand back in his pocket, definitely not overthinking how he might’ve messed that up. He’d never overthink. Totally. “Of course. Really, anytime, just let me know whenever you need anything.”

Raymond hesitates... on one hand, Dick is right, Gotham subways are basically underground torture chambers. And, despite hiding it well, there's a fiery sort of ache creeping up his spine that makes him almost nauseous. On the other hand, the alternative is a potentially very awkward car ride across town with his supposed enemy...

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Raymond stands, using his crutches to brace himself, rather than taking Dick's hand. He doesn't want to touch him. He wants to stay mad, to never forget what he was put through in Dick's stead, or what Dick himself put him through years later. He has that grudge and not much else

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

“No worries, I can work with that.” Dick smiles. “I’ll get you in touch with either Bruce, my brother Tim, or Lucius Fox. They’re all in charge of most things. The pay and benefits are both good, it’ll be great, I promise.” It was the truth, Wayne Enterprises was known for that, but he’d make sure he was treated extra well. He needed to know he’d be doing better. That he’s really helping him.

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

“I can do that.” Dick nods. He pulls out two $100 dollar bills from his wallet and holds it out. “Here. Get a nice coat, Gotham winters suck. No need to pay me back. I snagged it from Bruce anyways, he won’t miss it.” He wonders if thats too much, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to make sure he knows that he is happy to give him whatever he needs.

Raymond hesitates but takes the cash. He'll pay Dick back eventually, he doesn't like feeling indebted to people. He shouldn't take all of it. A decent new coat would cost him maybe $30. But $200 means he doesn't have to worry about food for a while.

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.

“Eh, I’m alive, that’s all I can ask for.” Dick shrugs, giving an equal non-answer. Despite the fact that it would level this conversation and get the other to open up himself, he decides Raymond doesn’t need to hear about his hallucinations and overall shitty situation. They’re not here to talk about HIS problems.

Raymond reluctantly sits. It's an uncomfortable transition from standing to being on the floor. Getting up is 20 times worse, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

Please notify me when you're in Gotham. Also if this is a ploy to arrest me it won't end well for you.

I'll see you shortly

Dick is already there, sitting on the ledge. He’s been second guessing himself since he first made the offer, worrying that maybe this would backfire and end up with the two of them hurt again. He knew he had to do this though. He had failed Raymond before and again, and he will not let that happen a third time.

"There were no empty seats on the subway." Ray gives a total nonanswer, but it works.