#youasknicely

@thenamesallison sent a raven: this is so embarrassing. (for dick grayson)

Looking over his shoulder, Dick did a quick recon. Bag? Broken. Contents? Spilled. Culprit? The shelf corner. All in all it wasn't that bad considering the crowded coffee shop was an absolute nightmare to navigate on a good day. In this rain? Not a good day, quickly dipping down to start picking up loose items before they were lost to careless feet.

And if he happened to shoulder check a few of the more willfully oblivious people to stop them from stepping on the girl's fingers that was just being polite. Well not to them, to the girl, who looked a bit miserable. He'd buy he coffee, maybe a muffin. Muffin's made everyone smile, all warm and sweet.

"Hey, hey, no. It happens to the best of us.' A flash of a smile, warm, bright, a beam of pure sunshine and good intention. "I dropped Haley's dog food half way up the stairs and it ripped! Sent kibble everywhere... Had to bring her out to play hoover. Knocked on a few doors and let them know they could let their dogs out too, get it cleaned up faster.'

Holding out everything he'd gathered, he resettled his weight as someone tried to push around him to take his spot. The way they almost fell over eased his irritation on the girl's behalf.

"I'm Dick by the way.' There's a moment of struggle, both hands full but trying to offer one to shake. Eventually he manages to get all the items precariously stacked on one hand looking very pleased with himself, holding out the free hand as he stands both to shake and help her up. "Welcome to Gotham!'

@tri-care sent a raven: deep breaths. - Frank Langdon to Dick Grayson

       He  wouldn't  be  doing  that  actually,  his  ribs  were  still  not  happy  with  him  after  he'd  allowed  them  to  take  the  brunt  of  his  fall  onto  the  edge  of  a  dumpster.  Not  that  he  blamed  them,  Dick  also  was  upset  with  himself.  He  also  could  not  tell  the  pretty  eyed  doctor  why  his  chest  looked  like  a  band  of  late  evening  sky  with  splashes  of  light  purple  edged  in  rose  and  dandelion.  Very  pretty,  also  very  painful,  it'd  been  a  long  fucking  week. 

“You  can  just  give  me  a  clean  bill  so  I  can  get  out  of  here.  Like  I  said  the  blood  wasn't  mine.'  A  bright  smile,  camera  flashes  wished  they  could  be  this  bright.  ”The  lady  was  in  an  accident  and  I  was  nearby,  couldn't  leave  her  there,  y'know?'

       Just  set  him  loose,  he  still  had  about  three  hours  of  patrol  and  he  could  feel  it  in  his  bones  that  someone  was  out  there  happily  doing  some  dastardly  thing  that  would  be  waved  in  his  face  for  months  if  he  didn't  get  back  out  there.  …  Actually,  he  didn't  recognize  the  man's  face,  taking  a  moment  to  memorize  it  properly  like  Bruce  had  taught  him. 

"If  this  is  about  getting  my  shirt  off  you  could  at  least  get  me  some  coffee  first.'

@fatehunted sent a raven: "This whole time… Kaldur's been undercover? And now you need my help?" Artemis has to sit down. Distraught, she holds her head in her hands for a moment, the Brucely's heavy breathing beside her as she takes in what Dick says. Dragging fingers down her face, she peeks at him from above the tips. "Why did you hide this from us? Dick, we… We all thought… Fuck, of course I'll do it, but this is crazy! What about Wally?" / for dickie, hehe :) season 2 pre undercover plot

       That  was  a  great  question,  and  he  was  still  working  on  the  last  of  the  fine  tuning  that  would  keep  his  best  friend  from  absolutely  losing  his  mind.  But  he  hadn't  been  able  to  afford  telling  them,  it  wasn't  just  a  lack  of  trust.  He  hated  this,  seeing  the  disbelief  on  her  face,  and  the  hint  of  distrust  forming  in  her  eyes.  What  else  was  he  going  to  hide  was  rattling  around  in  there  somewhere  he  was  sure,  offering  a  wry  smile  that  he  couldn't  quite  light  the  way  he  usually  did. 

“I  couldn't  risk  one  of  you  holding  back.'  And  what  did  it  say  about  him  that  it  hadn't  even  occurred  to  him  to  pull  his  punches?  Kaldur  could  take  a  hit  from  him,  he  was  just  a  guy  with  a  flashy  smile  and  suit.  ”Or  hesitating.  The  enemy  might  see  it  and  get  suspicious,  which  we  cannot  afford.'

       They  also  could  not  afford  for  Kaldur  to  turn  on  them  because  he  got  in  too  deep,  which  is  where  Artemis  was  going  to  come  in.  An  anchor  for  him  to  hold  on  to  while  they  sank  to  the  depths,  swallowing  back  the  vaguely  hysterical  laugh  that  had  attempted  to  claw  itself  out  of  his  throat.  He  couldn't  tell  if  the  voice  in  his  head  was  his  own,  or  Batman  giving  another  lecture  on  undercover  work  and  how  to  work  around  an  ally's  failings.

       Christ  on  a  cracker…

“I'll  manage  Wally.'  Dick  wanted  to  punch  himself  for  the  words,  they  were  Bruce's  not  his.  ”And  Brucely,  so  many  treats  he'll  be  sick  for  days.'

@billyandhismultiples sent a raven: “i don’t think they would accept me” [Dick]

"Well  they're  probably  not  going  to  be  thrilled  about  it.'

       Cyborg  in  particular  was  going  to  have  a  lot  to  say  about  it  even  if  he  didn't  vocalize  it  in  front  of  Billy.  Which  Dick  could  understand,  but  they  needed  his  particular  skillset,  and  his  information  regarding  certain  other  criminals  who  were  laying  so  low  they'd  win  limbo  with  ease.  It  was  frustrating,  and  Dick  hadn't  managed  to  really  work  on  his  mugsona  as  he  liked  to  call  it.  And  unfortunately  there  wasn't  enough  Dickie  in  the  limelight  to  get  kidnapped  by  the  right  kind  of  criminals  so  he  had  to  think  outside  the  box.

"But  as  long  as  your  fingers  are  teflon  I'm  sure  the  whole  thing  will  go  smooth  and  we'll  all  be  whelmed.'

       The  lie  is  so  smooth  he  could  almost  believe  it,  offering  Billy  a  crooked  grin  as  he  powered  off  the  phone  and  shoved  it  into  his  back  pocket.  Bruce  would  kill  him  for  meeting  with  a  non  affiliate  out  of  costume,  but  there  were  ways  of  making  sure  Billy  would  never  remember  what  he  looked  like.  But  for  now  this  created  a  trusting  environment,  no  mask,  no  costume,  just  chill  vibes  before  the  interrogation  conversation.

“I  do  have  to  get  your  word  that  you  don't  try  to  lfit  anything  to  fence  later,'  because  he'll  know.  He  might  owe  Selina  a  favour  later,  but  he'd  definitely  be  able  to  find  out.  ”Though  last  I  checked  you  were  still  working  on  a  big  score  to  coast  on  for  a  while  so  the  X-Box  should  be  safe,  right?'

Putting him on patrol just seemed like an act of cruelty, and all because he'd put a few [editors note: see a lot, unpublished hc] of puns in his report. Sawyer had been less than amused, and he'd watched her face go from a dusky pink to an alarming shade of brick before mellowing suddenly. That should have been a warning, but he'd ignored it too locked in on amusing himself.

And it wasn't even technically a route, he was stuck sitting on his bike with a radar gun in hand as people drove past. The worst he'd seen so far had been a whole three miles over the limit. Everyone knew it was a speed trap, slumping dejectedly onto the fuel tank as he clocked each passerby.

His body jerked as radar began to scream, already kicking back the kickstand as he holstered the radar gun. Finally! Must be an out of towner, thrilled to finally have something to do. So he might have shown off a bit, lights flashing, pulling up fast and to their side. The flash of a familiar face only made it better, motioning for them to pull over.

When he did, what the hell was Kyle doing in Bludhaven anyway, Dick took the time to remove his helmet and tousle his hair with one hand as he slipped on shades with the other. It wasn't a lantern thing or Kyle'd be in costume, but he still should have sent a text. Which Dick would have seen, there was nothing else going on tonight.

Well, until now.

"License and registration.' He barked before the window was even fully lowered, one hand hooked by thumb on his belt as he waited. "Don't got all night.'

@ncverdie's kyle has been called to tourney...

@rcliicta sent a raven: She knows she's going to regret this, but she can't stand him looking so ... broody. "you know ... as an empath i can feel your emotions" -rachel to dick

     He wanted to shrug it off, but that wasn't going to be an option. Which meant he was going to have to talk to her about it but he really didn't want to. It was a little disheartening that she'd sought him out, he'd thought that he'd managed to keep it tucked close to the chest.

"And as an empath myself, I can feel that my feelings have made you sad.' Turning to face her he held his arms out, flapping his hands slightly in a c'mere motion. "I can fix that.'

What colour is your soul ?

Gold Your soul radiates warmth. You bring light into rooms without trying. You may use humour or brightness as armour sometimes, but your kindness is real. You value connection, joy, and making people feel safe. You are sunlight in human form.

tagged by: @thenamesallison (danke danke bb!)

tagging: @abyssalcollection (jason), @rcliicta (beastboy), @ncverdie (tim), @darlingrat, @angcltouched (hestia), and anyone else who wants in on the fun

@rcliicta asked: “ Cut loose, have fun! ” - clint to dick

He'd used to hear his father tell that to the other performers, and it brought a smile to his lips as he began his ascent. The net below made his stomach twist, bad memories of a night where the net had been removed, ropes had been sawed into... Shaking them off, Dick took in a deep breath and felt a comfort settle over him that he hadn't felt in ages.

Joints twanged, and muscles hummed when he finally finished, his cheeks aching from how broadly he was smiling. Let them think it was for the act, he'd forgotten the absolute joy he felt in performing. And the way people screamed when it came to near misses, or falling bullet fast into the net that was now cradling him.

'How was that?'

He asked after he'd half crawled, half rolled, out of the net to Clint's side as they cleared the area for the next act.