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tushanshu_logs2013-02-19 05:49 pm
hackingyoursensors) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-02-19 05:49 pm
Entry tags:
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † aisha al-fadhil,
- † alcuin nó delaunay,
- † amon,
- † bruce wayne,
- † bruce wayne (animated),
- † cassandra cain,
- † clark kent,
- † damian wayne,
- † dick grayson,
- † dorian gray,
- † favrielle nó eglantine,
- † inara serra,
- † jack frost,
- † javert,
- † kyle rayner,
- † lina inverse,
- † logan,
- † lois lane,
- † namorita prentiss,
- † oliver queen,
- † tony stark (mcu)
[open] In comics, 35 is the new 55.
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and YOU
Date: Today!
Location: Metal Sector
Situation: It's Bruce's birthday! And he'll celebrate it whether he wants to or not.
Warnings/Rating: C for cute
It was mid-afternoon by the time Dick managed to make a video post to the network.
"I doubt he told anyone, but today is Bruce's birthday. I say this calls for a party, don't you? So I'm throwing one in Metal sector this afternoon. Be there or be a quadrilateral with four right angles and sides of equal length."
He grins.
"And don't worry. I'll make sure the birthday boy shows up."
The feed ends. He won't reply to any of the responses, but he'll be clearly visible whenever your character decides to wander over to the party site.
It's nothing too stellar, compared to the birthday bashes back home. Then again, those parties never really suited Bruce. That plus the limited resources he had in Keeliai meant the party was pretty low-key.
The party itself takes place outside in a spacious area in Metal that nobody ever really used. A few tables are covered in snacks and drinks from all over. No booze, so it's BYOB. He's pretty sure he'd be grounded for life otherwise. The decorations leave a little to be desired. There's a banner with "Happy Birthday, Bruce" in English in what is clearly Dick's handwriting. That's more or less it.
But he did clear an area as an impromptu dance floor and managed to set up a soundsystem. It's playing the closest approximation of the music Bruce actually likes. Some of it sounds suspiciously like The Clash.
He did manage to acquire a cake and some candles, though. (Dick tried to make one. It wasn't pretty.)
All in all, he was satisfied. Now to find Bruce and make good on his promise.
Date: Today!
Location: Metal Sector
Situation: It's Bruce's birthday! And he'll celebrate it whether he wants to or not.
Warnings/Rating: C for cute
It was mid-afternoon by the time Dick managed to make a video post to the network.
"I doubt he told anyone, but today is Bruce's birthday. I say this calls for a party, don't you? So I'm throwing one in Metal sector this afternoon. Be there or be a quadrilateral with four right angles and sides of equal length."
He grins.
"And don't worry. I'll make sure the birthday boy shows up."
The feed ends. He won't reply to any of the responses, but he'll be clearly visible whenever your character decides to wander over to the party site.
It's nothing too stellar, compared to the birthday bashes back home. Then again, those parties never really suited Bruce. That plus the limited resources he had in Keeliai meant the party was pretty low-key.
The party itself takes place outside in a spacious area in Metal that nobody ever really used. A few tables are covered in snacks and drinks from all over. No booze, so it's BYOB. He's pretty sure he'd be grounded for life otherwise. The decorations leave a little to be desired. There's a banner with "Happy Birthday, Bruce" in English in what is clearly Dick's handwriting. That's more or less it.
But he did clear an area as an impromptu dance floor and managed to set up a soundsystem. It's playing the closest approximation of the music Bruce actually likes. Some of it sounds suspiciously like The Clash.
He did manage to acquire a cake and some candles, though. (Dick tried to make one. It wasn't pretty.)
All in all, he was satisfied. Now to find Bruce and make good on his promise.
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But he went ahead with it. If it wasn't like the parties back home, without all of the obligations and the people obviously sucking up to him, maybe he'd actually enjoy himself for once. Besides, he had to have some people he actually at least kind of liked here.
Still, getting him to agree to it felt like an accomplishment.]
So, on a scale from one to boardroom meeting, how miserable are you?
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This is definitely on the level with 'sidelined from water-polo by a rotator cuff injury obtained while seducing Russian gymnasts'.
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Okay, not as bad as I thought.
You looked a little happier before, with Favrielle.
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[But still pretty bad. All things considered. Because Bruce Wayne having a good time is just Not Ever Allowed Ever.]
Did I?
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You were actually smiling. I mean, really smiling.
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I enjoy her company. Last time I checked that was hardly a sin, Dick.
[WHAT ARE YOU GETTING AT, TINY CHILD.]
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[THAT HE APPROVES OF FAV AS LONG AS SHE'S NOT A SUPERVILLAIN.]
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FACE]
There is no 'otherwise'. Favrielle's been... a good friend to me. Anything more would be irresponsible here.
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[Don't play logic games with Bruce, Dick. :(]
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no.
excuse you.
you did not just try to use logic on Bruce Fucking Wayne.
you are grounded.]
That's--
[he's not spluttering.
he's really not.]
-- different.
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How so?
[It might sound like he's messing with Bruce (and he is, a little) but it's also legitimately out of concern for his happiness. If he likes Fav, he should go for it. He needs more happiness in his life.]
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[His last girlfriend was Jezebel Jet, okay. He's still smarting over that one.]
Especially here, where either of the involved individuals could leave at a moment's notice.
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[Okay so there was Talia and that was... not exactly a conscious decision at first AND harmful.]
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[Talia is basically the Spanish Inquisition lbr.]
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[He pauses.] I'm not telling you what to do or anything it's just... I haven't seen you genuinely happy around someone like that in a long time.
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[All the women he's loved, even the ones that have hurt him... even now, he still cares. And then, with a glance around to make sure they aren't being overheard or otherwise observed,]
No amount of happiness takes precedence over what I do, Dick.
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Bruce, did you hear what you just said?
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There are other worlds. He's lived other lives. In the multiverse there are versions of Bruce Wayne that never lost his parents, never disappeared beneath the cold veneer of one who lived only for vengeance. There are versions of him that have never taken injury the way he has, that have never lost any children.
Somewhere out there, there's a version of him that's happy.
And that's enough.
He doesn't want it for himself. He doesn't expect or ask for it or think it's his due. He's going to die doing this job. It's something he's never questioned and it has never swayed his resolve. He is going to die doing this job and although there are moments of happiness in his life, he is never going to be happy.
Happiness is what he wins for other people. It's returning a child to her mother's arms after pulling her out of a burning building. It's starting a father's heart in an alleyway after the stress of a mugging put him into cardiac arrest. The spasiba that followed is but one of many ripples he leaves behind in his wake, through the night.
Happiness dulls the edge he needs to keep up this job. The frenetic pace. The lack of sleep, the drudgery, the vitriolic secrecy that sequesters him away from even the barest displays of human affection. It's a distraction, one he can't afford, one he can't afford himself.
Anger, rage, hatred, they burn hot and fast, a flash, a conflagration. If you let them, they hollow you out and leave you a broken husk. But he's kept his hot and tended it through the years. It burns him; it doesn't break him. And as long as Gotham needs a Batman, that's how it has to be.]
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[He feels a mix of emotions, primarily frustration and sadness. Bruce doesn't understand. He doesn't see. He's gotten stubborn, stuck in a mindset, stuck in his old ways. Would the Bruce Dick knows turn out this way too?
Regardless, he'll keep trying to scale the walls surrounding Bruce's heart. He'll shake things up, make Bruce at least recognize something else was possible. It's what he did.]
Sorry for trying to sabotage your pursuit of misery.
[It was meant as a joke, but it came out with a bite that Dick hadn't entirely intended.]
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Because as much as he knows he and the Dick he knows are different, they have too many similarities where it counts. And Bruce... more and more he's realizing how little he wants any of his children to have his life. All of them have been hurt in different ways, all of them have come to this point for a reason, but... can he truly justify the training he gives them, the life he leads them into, when there's so much more all of them could be?
He's the king of a city built on corpses and corruption, and wants that fate for no other.
Still, he can't stop himself from reaching out and dropping his hand against Dick's shoulder, squeezing slightly and then moving away to melt into the crowd.]
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Happy birthday, for what it's worth.
['At least let yourself be happy for today.']