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Raymond climbed through the kitchen, taking care not to break any plates. He straightened up and continued into the house, spotting Dick sprawled out on the couch.

He suppressed a look of amusement, moving towards his ex brother and drawing his hand back. His hand landed on Dick’s face, and he drew it back to slap him again—to slap him awake.

@im-soaring-flying :)

Dick was stupid–stupid for falling asleep on the couch, stupid for leaving the window open, stupid for leaving his guard down. He knew Raymond was after him, knew how dangerous his brother was. It wasn't like him to be so flagrantly ignorant of his own instincts–but at the end of the day, Raymond was family. Something in his brain prevented him holding Raymond to the same instinctual panic that he held his other enemies.

The smack startled him out of his restless sleep, the eyes of Raymond gazing into his. The second smack landed, harder, somehow, bruising his cheek and his ego. His heart rate skyrocketing, stomach sinking like a stone in a lake. "Raymond," he gasped, the word choked out like a vice grip around his trachea.

Raymond raised an eyebrow at Dick’s response, or rather the lack of one. It was like he didn’t take him seriously—he’d show him that he should be more nerved than he currently was. “Dick.” he responded, irritation seeping into his voice.

“Get up and fight me.” he scowled, gripping onto the front of the man’s shirt and hauling Dick out of his spot on the couch. He’d at least give the man a chance to fight—“Unless you’ve given up all fight, which in that case, I’ll make it easier for the both of us.”

The feeling of lead was quickly seeping out of Dick's bones, exhaustion replaced with the familiar feeling of epinephrine. He swung his leg out, catching Raymond's own legs behind his knee, and yanked them toward the couch he'd just been laying on.

Dick was no stranger to adrenaline, but neither was Raymond. If he stood any chance of getting out of this, he needed to use more than instinct and anatomy. He knew the layout of his apartment, but he had no doubt so did Raymond.

The training by the Court didn’t fully fail him and the minute Dick’s leg swung out to catch Raymond’s legs, he grabbed ahold of Dick’s arm and tugged downwards as hard as humanly possible. He aimed for as much damage—he was granted his wish when he heard a pop.

He’d need to act quickly because the fact of knowing Dick was Nightwing also meant knowing that a single tug wouldn’t keep him down for him. He pulled out a dagger from the array of weapons stashed along his chest belt, and readied it to slash. He should’ve swiped there and then but something instinctively held him back.

As soon as Raymond hand his left arm, Dick knew it wasn't going to be useful in the fight anymore. The sickening pop sounded horrible to hear, and felt worse in his body. It radiated from his shoulder girdle, his entire limb limp, no longer a weapon and now a liability.

He could see it, on his back, Raymond's eyes flickering with some unknown emotion. He wished for one split second that he could know his brother inside and out, the same way he had at seven years old. "Raymond," he gasped, the psin of his dislocated arm fresh and agonizing, the glint of the dagger drawing his attention.

Raymond knew something was wrong at the pop—he didn’t care enough and his grip tightened on his blade. He could get this over with, but his hands refused to lift the dagger down on Dick.

“Richard.” he gritted out in response, and moved down to pull Dick up slightly into a half sitting position. The dagger lay awkwardly against Dick’s torso, threatening to pierce the skin. He hesitated, before pressing the dagger against skin—enough to draw beads of blood. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, but I’ll give you the satisfaction of last words.”

There wasn't much Dick could do, other than beg for mercy or fight back. He wouldn't hurt Raymond, he couldn't, the years between the were like a shield over his brother's skin. "You're hurting me," Dick gritted out, the burning paint of his shoulder almost too much. He wanted to thrash, to cry out, but he forced himself to stay as still as possible against the threat of Raymond's blade.

Raymond scoffed, pressing the blade further against Dick’s skin. “That’s the whole point, idiot.” He looked at his brother, trying to build up to killing him but his hands, once again, refused to cooperate. “I’m assuming that was your last words?” He pulled the blade off Dick’s skin, holding it in the air with the aim of striking down the next moment.

Dick shut his eyes, steeled his nerves, and shoved his mangled shoulder against the ground until it popped back into place. The sound of it was almost as agonizing as the feeling of it. Black spots danced in his vision, and he had to blink them away while breathing in slow and measured to prevent himself from passing out. "Raymond," he tried, again, but his voice came out garbled and weak. There was something about being jumped in his home, even when he expected it–should've expected it–that left him at a disadvantage. Would those be the last words he ever got to say to his brother?

No. He wouldn't let that be it. "Ti voglio bene," he managed, watching the blade glint in the low light of his apartment.

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Raymond hesitated at Dick’s desperate tone, before raising the dagger higher. He debated where to strike, and fidgeted uncomfortably as he looked down at Dick.

Then Dick just had to open his mouth again. Raymond faltered, the dagger lowering slightly. He blinked at his brother and then scoffed. “Stai zitto.” he gritted out, lifting the dagger up. He knew now that he wouldn’t be able to do it. “Ti odio così tanto.”

He sheathed the dagger, glaring at Dick and then moving off him. He stood awkwardly for a moment, before moving to punch Dick in the jaw. “Non dire cose del genere.”

Raymond climbed through the kitchen, taking care not to break any plates. He straightened up and continued into the house, spotting Dick sprawled out on the couch.

He suppressed a look of amusement, moving towards his ex brother and drawing his hand back. His hand landed on Dick’s face, and he drew it back to slap him again—to slap him awake.

@im-soaring-flying :)

Dick was stupid–stupid for falling asleep on the couch, stupid for leaving the window open, stupid for leaving his guard down. He knew Raymond was after him, knew how dangerous his brother was. It wasn't like him to be so flagrantly ignorant of his own instincts–but at the end of the day, Raymond was family. Something in his brain prevented him holding Raymond to the same instinctual panic that he held his other enemies.

The smack startled him out of his restless sleep, the eyes of Raymond gazing into his. The second smack landed, harder, somehow, bruising his cheek and his ego. His heart rate skyrocketing, stomach sinking like a stone in a lake. "Raymond," he gasped, the word choked out like a vice grip around his trachea.

Raymond raised an eyebrow at Dick’s response, or rather the lack of one. It was like he didn’t take him seriously—he’d show him that he should be more nerved than he currently was. “Dick.” he responded, irritation seeping into his voice.

“Get up and fight me.” he scowled, gripping onto the front of the man’s shirt and hauling Dick out of his spot on the couch. He’d at least give the man a chance to fight—“Unless you’ve given up all fight, which in that case, I’ll make it easier for the both of us.”

The feeling of lead was quickly seeping out of Dick's bones, exhaustion replaced with the familiar feeling of epinephrine. He swung his leg out, catching Raymond's own legs behind his knee, and yanked them toward the couch he'd just been laying on.

Dick was no stranger to adrenaline, but neither was Raymond. If he stood any chance of getting out of this, he needed to use more than instinct and anatomy. He knew the layout of his apartment, but he had no doubt so did Raymond.

The training by the Court didn’t fully fail him and the minute Dick’s leg swung out to catch Raymond’s legs, he grabbed ahold of Dick’s arm and tugged downwards as hard as humanly possible. He aimed for as much damage—he was granted his wish when he heard a pop.

He’d need to act quickly because the fact of knowing Dick was Nightwing also meant knowing that a single tug wouldn’t keep him down for him. He pulled out a dagger from the array of weapons stashed along his chest belt, and readied it to slash. He should’ve swiped there and then but something instinctively held him back.

As soon as Raymond hand his left arm, Dick knew it wasn't going to be useful in the fight anymore. The sickening pop sounded horrible to hear, and felt worse in his body. It radiated from his shoulder girdle, his entire limb limp, no longer a weapon and now a liability.

He could see it, on his back, Raymond's eyes flickering with some unknown emotion. He wished for one split second that he could know his brother inside and out, the same way he had at seven years old. "Raymond," he gasped, the psin of his dislocated arm fresh and agonizing, the glint of the dagger drawing his attention.

Raymond knew something was wrong at the pop—he didn’t care enough and his grip tightened on his blade. He could get this over with, but his hands refused to lift the dagger down on Dick.

“Richard.” he gritted out in response, and moved down to pull Dick up slightly into a half sitting position. The dagger lay awkwardly against Dick’s torso, threatening to pierce the skin. He hesitated, before pressing the dagger against skin—enough to draw beads of blood. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, but I’ll give you the satisfaction of last words.”

There wasn't much Dick could do, other than beg for mercy or fight back. He wouldn't hurt Raymond, he couldn't, the years between the were like a shield over his brother's skin. "You're hurting me," Dick gritted out, the burning paint of his shoulder almost too much. He wanted to thrash, to cry out, but he forced himself to stay as still as possible against the threat of Raymond's blade.

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Raymond scoffed, pressing the blade further against Dick’s skin. “That’s the whole point, idiot.” He looked at his brother, trying to build up to killing him but his hands, once again, refused to cooperate. “I’m assuming that was your last words?” He pulled the blade off Dick’s skin, holding it in the air with the aim of striking down the next moment.

Raymond climbed through the kitchen, taking care not to break any plates. He straightened up and continued into the house, spotting Dick sprawled out on the couch.

He suppressed a look of amusement, moving towards his ex brother and drawing his hand back. His hand landed on Dick’s face, and he drew it back to slap him again—to slap him awake.

@im-soaring-flying :)

Dick was stupid–stupid for falling asleep on the couch, stupid for leaving the window open, stupid for leaving his guard down. He knew Raymond was after him, knew how dangerous his brother was. It wasn't like him to be so flagrantly ignorant of his own instincts–but at the end of the day, Raymond was family. Something in his brain prevented him holding Raymond to the same instinctual panic that he held his other enemies.

The smack startled him out of his restless sleep, the eyes of Raymond gazing into his. The second smack landed, harder, somehow, bruising his cheek and his ego. His heart rate skyrocketing, stomach sinking like a stone in a lake. "Raymond," he gasped, the word choked out like a vice grip around his trachea.

Raymond raised an eyebrow at Dick’s response, or rather the lack of one. It was like he didn’t take him seriously—he’d show him that he should be more nerved than he currently was. “Dick.” he responded, irritation seeping into his voice.

“Get up and fight me.” he scowled, gripping onto the front of the man’s shirt and hauling Dick out of his spot on the couch. He’d at least give the man a chance to fight—“Unless you’ve given up all fight, which in that case, I’ll make it easier for the both of us.”

The feeling of lead was quickly seeping out of Dick's bones, exhaustion replaced with the familiar feeling of epinephrine. He swung his leg out, catching Raymond's own legs behind his knee, and yanked them toward the couch he'd just been laying on.

Dick was no stranger to adrenaline, but neither was Raymond. If he stood any chance of getting out of this, he needed to use more than instinct and anatomy. He knew the layout of his apartment, but he had no doubt so did Raymond.

The training by the Court didn’t fully fail him and the minute Dick’s leg swung out to catch Raymond’s legs, he grabbed ahold of Dick’s arm and tugged downwards as hard as humanly possible. He aimed for as much damage—he was granted his wish when he heard a pop.

He’d need to act quickly because the fact of knowing Dick was Nightwing also meant knowing that a single tug wouldn’t keep him down for him. He pulled out a dagger from the array of weapons stashed along his chest belt, and readied it to slash. He should’ve swiped there and then but something instinctively held him back.

As soon as Raymond hand his left arm, Dick knew it wasn't going to be useful in the fight anymore. The sickening pop sounded horrible to hear, and felt worse in his body. It radiated from his shoulder girdle, his entire limb limp, no longer a weapon and now a liability.

He could see it, on his back, Raymond's eyes flickering with some unknown emotion. He wished for one split second that he could know his brother inside and out, the same way he had at seven years old. "Raymond," he gasped, the psin of his dislocated arm fresh and agonizing, the glint of the dagger drawing his attention.

Raymond knew something was wrong at the pop—he didn’t care enough and his grip tightened on his blade. He could get this over with, but his hands refused to lift the dagger down on Dick.

“Richard.” he gritted out in response, and moved down to pull Dick up slightly into a half sitting position. The dagger lay awkwardly against Dick’s torso, threatening to pierce the skin. He hesitated, before pressing the dagger against skin—enough to draw beads of blood. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, but I’ll give you the satisfaction of last words.”

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Raymond climbed through the kitchen, taking care not to break any plates. He straightened up and continued into the house, spotting Dick sprawled out on the couch.

He suppressed a look of amusement, moving towards his ex brother and drawing his hand back. His hand landed on Dick’s face, and he drew it back to slap him again—to slap him awake.

@im-soaring-flying :)

Dick was stupid–stupid for falling asleep on the couch, stupid for leaving the window open, stupid for leaving his guard down. He knew Raymond was after him, knew how dangerous his brother was. It wasn't like him to be so flagrantly ignorant of his own instincts–but at the end of the day, Raymond was family. Something in his brain prevented him holding Raymond to the same instinctual panic that he held his other enemies.

The smack startled him out of his restless sleep, the eyes of Raymond gazing into his. The second smack landed, harder, somehow, bruising his cheek and his ego. His heart rate skyrocketing, stomach sinking like a stone in a lake. "Raymond," he gasped, the word choked out like a vice grip around his trachea.

Raymond raised an eyebrow at Dick’s response, or rather the lack of one. It was like he didn’t take him seriously—he’d show him that he should be more nerved than he currently was. “Dick.” he responded, irritation seeping into his voice.

“Get up and fight me.” he scowled, gripping onto the front of the man’s shirt and hauling Dick out of his spot on the couch. He’d at least give the man a chance to fight—“Unless you’ve given up all fight, which in that case, I’ll make it easier for the both of us.”

The feeling of lead was quickly seeping out of Dick's bones, exhaustion replaced with the familiar feeling of epinephrine. He swung his leg out, catching Raymond's own legs behind his knee, and yanked them toward the couch he'd just been laying on.

Dick was no stranger to adrenaline, but neither was Raymond. If he stood any chance of getting out of this, he needed to use more than instinct and anatomy. He knew the layout of his apartment, but he had no doubt so did Raymond.

The training by the Court didn’t fully fail him and the minute Dick’s leg swung out to catch Raymond’s legs, he grabbed ahold of Dick’s arm and tugged downwards as hard as humanly possible. He aimed for as much damage—he was granted his wish when he heard a pop.

He’d need to act quickly because the fact of knowing Dick was Nightwing also meant knowing that a single tug wouldn’t keep him down for him. He pulled out a dagger from the array of weapons stashed along his chest belt, and readied it to slash. He should’ve swiped there and then but something instinctively held him back.

Raymond climbed through the kitchen, taking care not to break any plates. He straightened up and continued into the house, spotting Dick sprawled out on the couch.

He suppressed a look of amusement, moving towards his ex brother and drawing his hand back. His hand landed on Dick’s face, and he drew it back to slap him again—to slap him awake.

@im-soaring-flying :)

Dick was stupid–stupid for falling asleep on the couch, stupid for leaving the window open, stupid for leaving his guard down. He knew Raymond was after him, knew how dangerous his brother was. It wasn't like him to be so flagrantly ignorant of his own instincts–but at the end of the day, Raymond was family. Something in his brain prevented him holding Raymond to the same instinctual panic that he held his other enemies.

The smack startled him out of his restless sleep, the eyes of Raymond gazing into his. The second smack landed, harder, somehow, bruising his cheek and his ego. His heart rate skyrocketing, stomach sinking like a stone in a lake. "Raymond," he gasped, the word choked out like a vice grip around his trachea.

Raymond raised an eyebrow at Dick’s response, or rather the lack of one. It was like he didn’t take him seriously—he’d show him that he should be more nerved than he currently was. “Dick.” he responded, irritation seeping into his voice.

“Get up and fight me.” he scowled, gripping onto the front of the man’s shirt and hauling Dick out of his spot on the couch. He’d at least give the man a chance to fight—“Unless you’ve given up all fight, which in that case, I’ll make it easier for the both of us.”

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Yeah. Technically, he stays over with me when he’s not with Respawn but Respawn has his own place now so he stays with me 80% of the year.

More importantly, you’re going to kill Dick!? Why!?

. And who’s Respawn?

And yes? I’m going to kill Dick for reasons stated above, get with the program

Respawn is complicated. He’s a clone of Slade and Talia. Grant decided to “step up” and raise him but somehow he hasn’t realised Talia is actually Respawn’s main guardian. I think you’d like him. He also tried to kill his brother.

Back to the killing Dick thing, what do you mean!? Has he not suffered enough?

I have no idea the names you’re telling me but alright. And maybe, he seems decent.

No, he hasn’t. Not until I get my revenge on him.

Revenge for going out to do laundry when you got killed or something? I mean he was in space when I died. What specifically about the situation made is that bad? Did he tie you up and leave you for dead?

They took me because they couldn’t get him. This all happened because he left the circus and never looked back. They drowned me and ruined me because of him.

Huh. Have you considered that this mysterious “they” were in fact the problem?

Yes. But also is he

Take it from someone who got adopted by the bat, you don’t really get a choice. He just shows up, puts you in his car, takes you to a cave, trains you for months, throws you out into the night wearing short shorts, and then you have to just live with that. I’m sure Dick had just as little choice as I did.

That sounds like kidnapping and child labour. I would know. And maybe he didn’t, but we still need to end this between me and him.

It was definitely kidnapping and child labour. He didn’t even let me pick my name! He just started calling me Robin and when I came up with other ones, he didn’t even let me change it! He just forced me to live in Dick’s shadow.

Anyways, when does this end? You give a grand speech, slap him around a bit, kill him and then what? He’ll probably come back. Will you want to kill him again or will you be satisfied? What’s your life after this? I wanted revenge on someone once, and I didn’t get it but I’d planned that if it didn’t work I’d die. Revenge is great, I’m not going to dissuade you from that; however, life can be great too and if all you’re living for is revenge then it’s gonna suck afterwards. What’ll you do when this over? You deserve to have a life after revenge.

He sounds like he sucks. Do you want to kill him?

I’ll kill him and then. I never thought about that. I’d be satisfied, I suppose. Go back to living with my sister in her apartment, I guess? It doesn’t really matter what I do, I’m legally dead anyway.

So am I and this is the happiest I’ve ever been. I have friends, partners, hobbies and I get to protect people. Being legally dead can’t stop you from living.

Also, which one are you asking me if I want to kill? Bruce or Dick?

Really? You’re happy?

Bruce. The one who kidnapped you and forced you to do child labour. Unless you want to kill Dick?

I’m very happy actually. I was reunited with my baby brother @spencer-velocity . I have a lot of people who care about me and look out for me. I find a lot of fulfilment in helping @crazynotabat fight Calamity and rob Bruce. If I killed him, I wouldn’t be able to mess with him anymore. Besides, death would be too merciful for all the things he’s done.

I don’t want to kill Dick but I want you to find peace. Do what you have to do.

Oh huh. Glad you’re happy. And that you have people who care about you.

And sure, thanks man

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Yeah. Technically, he stays over with me when he’s not with Respawn but Respawn has his own place now so he stays with me 80% of the year.

More importantly, you’re going to kill Dick!? Why!?

. And who’s Respawn?

And yes? I’m going to kill Dick for reasons stated above, get with the program

Respawn is complicated. He’s a clone of Slade and Talia. Grant decided to “step up” and raise him but somehow he hasn’t realised Talia is actually Respawn’s main guardian. I think you’d like him. He also tried to kill his brother.

Back to the killing Dick thing, what do you mean!? Has he not suffered enough?

I have no idea the names you’re telling me but alright. And maybe, he seems decent.

No, he hasn’t. Not until I get my revenge on him.

Revenge for going out to do laundry when you got killed or something? I mean he was in space when I died. What specifically about the situation made is that bad? Did he tie you up and leave you for dead?

They took me because they couldn’t get him. This all happened because he left the circus and never looked back. They drowned me and ruined me because of him.

Huh. Have you considered that this mysterious “they” were in fact the problem?

Yes. But also is he

Take it from someone who got adopted by the bat, you don’t really get a choice. He just shows up, puts you in his car, takes you to a cave, trains you for months, throws you out into the night wearing short shorts, and then you have to just live with that. I’m sure Dick had just as little choice as I did.

That sounds like kidnapping and child labour. I would know. And maybe he didn’t, but we still need to end this between me and him.

It was definitely kidnapping and child labour. He didn’t even let me pick my name! He just started calling me Robin and when I came up with other ones, he didn’t even let me change it! He just forced me to live in Dick’s shadow.

Anyways, when does this end? You give a grand speech, slap him around a bit, kill him and then what? He’ll probably come back. Will you want to kill him again or will you be satisfied? What’s your life after this? I wanted revenge on someone once, and I didn’t get it but I’d planned that if it didn’t work I’d die. Revenge is great, I’m not going to dissuade you from that; however, life can be great too and if all you’re living for is revenge then it’s gonna suck afterwards. What’ll you do when this over? You deserve to have a life after revenge.

He sounds like he sucks. Do you want to kill him?

I’ll kill him and then. I never thought about that. I’d be satisfied, I suppose. Go back to living with my sister in her apartment, I guess? It doesn’t really matter what I do, I’m legally dead anyway.

So am I and this is the happiest I’ve ever been. I have friends, partners, hobbies and I get to protect people. Being legally dead can’t stop you from living.

Also, which one are you asking me if I want to kill? Bruce or Dick?

Really? You’re happy?

Bruce. The one who kidnapped you and forced you to do child labour. Unless you want to kill Dick?

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Yeah. Technically, he stays over with me when he’s not with Respawn but Respawn has his own place now so he stays with me 80% of the year.

More importantly, you’re going to kill Dick!? Why!?

. And who’s Respawn?

And yes? I’m going to kill Dick for reasons stated above, get with the program

Respawn is complicated. He’s a clone of Slade and Talia. Grant decided to “step up” and raise him but somehow he hasn’t realised Talia is actually Respawn’s main guardian. I think you’d like him. He also tried to kill his brother.

Back to the killing Dick thing, what do you mean!? Has he not suffered enough?

I have no idea the names you’re telling me but alright. And maybe, he seems decent.

No, he hasn’t. Not until I get my revenge on him.

Revenge for going out to do laundry when you got killed or something? I mean he was in space when I died. What specifically about the situation made is that bad? Did he tie you up and leave you for dead?

They took me because they couldn’t get him. This all happened because he left the circus and never looked back. They drowned me and ruined me because of him.

Huh. Have you considered that this mysterious “they” were in fact the problem?

Yes. But also is he

Take it from someone who got adopted by the bat, you don’t really get a choice. He just shows up, puts you in his car, takes you to a cave, trains you for months, throws you out into the night wearing short shorts, and then you have to just live with that. I’m sure Dick had just as little choice as I did.

That sounds like kidnapping and child labour. I would know. And maybe he didn’t, but we still need to end this between me and him.

It was definitely kidnapping and child labour. He didn’t even let me pick my name! He just started calling me Robin and when I came up with other ones, he didn’t even let me change it! He just forced me to live in Dick’s shadow.

Anyways, when does this end? You give a grand speech, slap him around a bit, kill him and then what? He’ll probably come back. Will you want to kill him again or will you be satisfied? What’s your life after this? I wanted revenge on someone once, and I didn’t get it but I’d planned that if it didn’t work I’d die. Revenge is great, I’m not going to dissuade you from that; however, life can be great too and if all you’re living for is revenge then it’s gonna suck afterwards. What’ll you do when this over? You deserve to have a life after revenge.

He sounds like he sucks. Do you want to kill him?

I’ll kill him and then. I never thought about that. I’d be satisfied, I suppose. Go back to living with my sister in her apartment, I guess? It doesn’t really matter what I do, I’m legally dead anyway.

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Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Yeah. Technically, he stays over with me when he’s not with Respawn but Respawn has his own place now so he stays with me 80% of the year.

More importantly, you’re going to kill Dick!? Why!?

. And who’s Respawn?

And yes? I’m going to kill Dick for reasons stated above, get with the program

Respawn is complicated. He’s a clone of Slade and Talia. Grant decided to “step up” and raise him but somehow he hasn’t realised Talia is actually Respawn’s main guardian. I think you’d like him. He also tried to kill his brother.

Back to the killing Dick thing, what do you mean!? Has he not suffered enough?

I have no idea the names you’re telling me but alright. And maybe, he seems decent.

No, he hasn’t. Not until I get my revenge on him.

Revenge for going out to do laundry when you got killed or something? I mean he was in space when I died. What specifically about the situation made is that bad? Did he tie you up and leave you for dead?

They took me because they couldn’t get him. This all happened because he left the circus and never looked back. They drowned me and ruined me because of him.

Huh. Have you considered that this mysterious “they” were in fact the problem?

Yes. But also is he

Take it from someone who got adopted by the bat, you don’t really get a choice. He just shows up, puts you in his car, takes you to a cave, trains you for months, throws you out into the night wearing short shorts, and then you have to just live with that. I’m sure Dick had just as little choice as I did.

That sounds like kidnapping and child labour. I would know. And maybe he didn’t, but we still need to end this between me and him.

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Yeah. Technically, he stays over with me when he’s not with Respawn but Respawn has his own place now so he stays with me 80% of the year.

More importantly, you’re going to kill Dick!? Why!?

. And who’s Respawn?

And yes? I’m going to kill Dick for reasons stated above, get with the program

Respawn is complicated. He’s a clone of Slade and Talia. Grant decided to “step up” and raise him but somehow he hasn’t realised Talia is actually Respawn’s main guardian. I think you’d like him. He also tried to kill his brother.

Back to the killing Dick thing, what do you mean!? Has he not suffered enough?

I have no idea the names you’re telling me but alright. And maybe, he seems decent.

No, he hasn’t. Not until I get my revenge on him.

Revenge for going out to do laundry when you got killed or something? I mean he was in space when I died. What specifically about the situation made is that bad? Did he tie you up and leave you for dead?

They took me because they couldn’t get him. This all happened because he left the circus and never looked back. They drowned me and ruined me because of him.

Huh. Have you considered that this mysterious “they” were in fact the problem?

Yes. But also is he

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Yeah. Technically, he stays over with me when he’s not with Respawn but Respawn has his own place now so he stays with me 80% of the year.

More importantly, you’re going to kill Dick!? Why!?

. And who’s Respawn?

And yes? I’m going to kill Dick for reasons stated above, get with the program

Respawn is complicated. He’s a clone of Slade and Talia. Grant decided to “step up” and raise him but somehow he hasn’t realised Talia is actually Respawn’s main guardian. I think you’d like him. He also tried to kill his brother.

Back to the killing Dick thing, what do you mean!? Has he not suffered enough?

I have no idea the names you’re telling me but alright. And maybe, he seems decent.

No, he hasn’t. Not until I get my revenge on him.

Revenge for going out to do laundry when you got killed or something? I mean he was in space when I died. What specifically about the situation made is that bad? Did he tie you up and leave you for dead?

They took me because they couldn’t get him. This all happened because he left the circus and never looked back. They drowned me and ruined me because of him.

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Yeah. Technically, he stays over with me when he’s not with Respawn but Respawn has his own place now so he stays with me 80% of the year.

More importantly, you’re going to kill Dick!? Why!?

. And who’s Respawn?

And yes? I’m going to kill Dick for reasons stated above, get with the program

Respawn is complicated. He’s a clone of Slade and Talia. Grant decided to “step up” and raise him but somehow he hasn’t realised Talia is actually Respawn’s main guardian. I think you’d like him. He also tried to kill his brother.

Back to the killing Dick thing, what do you mean!? Has he not suffered enough?

#ooc bye that sounded so corny

I have no idea the names you’re telling me but alright. And maybe, he seems decent.

No, he hasn’t. Not until I get my revenge on him.

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Yeah. Technically, he stays over with me when he’s not with Respawn but Respawn has his own place now so he stays with me 80% of the year.

More importantly, you’re going to kill Dick!? Why!?

. And who’s Respawn?

And yes? I’m going to kill Dick for reasons stated above, get with the program

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Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?

Grant. The one who called me Ray Ray

Oh Grant! We live together. What plans have you guys got? Itching powder in his suit? Replacing all his shoe laces with his chargers? Prank calling him?

You live together?

And no. We’re going to kill him.

Your brother is a murderer.

- @saikoraymond

Which one? There’s a lot.

Dick.

I’m going to need more context than that. Who? When? Where? Why? How?

Me. Ten years ago. Through abandonment. What more else do you need?

? I’m. Sorry? What?

I died when he abandoned me too. He went to space and I got blown up. How dare he!? Having a life outside of looking out for me? Arkham! Arkham for fifty million years!

You got blown up because of him? He sounds even worse than I had thought. And what the fuck is Arkham?

Arkham is the worst prison, sorry I mean “mental asylum”, in Gotham. Now that I think about it, probably in the whole world too. Anyways, we’re both his brothers who died because of him not being there. How dare he!? Do you want to throw hammers at him or something?

Yeah, I’m not really his brother anymore but sure. And I already have plans with the other guy

Who’s the other guy?