#convo:dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, Officer,” he said with a grin, taking a drag on his cigarette, “Like I told the other I just sing at this joint, I don’t know nothing about some guy getting popped off.” A lie, he knew, every patron of the damn place did but criminals could be a tightly knit community at times; hell, he’d played up an illusion or two to help prompt the murder, things had been getting dull. “I get up in stage and it’s lights in my eyes and I can’t see nothing.” he shrugged and smirked, “You should come see me play sometime, I’m damn good,” Jason paused, figuring he’d play up for the officer, “In many ways.” he finished taking a shot and placing it on the empty glass on the bar. Young, carefree, foolish, it was fun playing into this younger illusion. 

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It was drawing close to midnight and Master Bruce had yet to return from the charity gala, and following that he’d likely go out for a patrol before even considering bed. It made Alfred sigh as he wiped down the spotless kitchen counter. Given his charge had taken in a young ward not even two months ago he rather wished he’d make more time for the boy. Alfred did what he could but he older man always worried it wasn’t enough. 

The league meeting hadn’t been the disaster Zach had been expecting, hell with so many people there he’d been happy to say his little piece and fade into the background. He still didn’t do well in ‘hero’ situations, and Dick, the one who’d badgered him into going, hadn’t been there. Though he’d head a few half-rumours about why. 

Still, he was glad it was behind him and he finally had a day free to go and visit Ezra; the elephant wasn’t in his performances as much as Xander or Friede so he felt he’d not seen him in a while. Zach had just finished gearing up to go when a knock came at his door. Huffing, he went over to open it and saw Dick standing there, as usual looking far too happy. Zach raised a brow and spoke, “Sorry, no time for pizza today. I promised my elephant I’d spend the afternoon with him.” he told Dick bluntly.