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tushanshu_logs2012-10-23 06:35 pm
acrobatical) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-10-23 06:35 pm
Batman! ...again? | Open
Characters: Bat!Dick and you!
Date: Tonight (overlap into the start of the event)
Location: All Sectors, at differing times for each
Situation: He is darkness, he is the night -- and, yes, he is operating as a fully licensed Batman, TYVM.
Warnings/Rating: To be added as/if they arise
Dusk Until Midnight | Wood Sector
[The trees provide adequate cover where still the leaves cling and refute the pull of autumn's slow death. His grey and black blends within the shadows, lending a degree of stealth that is only heightened by years of practice.
Dick Grayson wears the cowl of Batman, prowling high above the illuminated streets to learn what he can of the late evening population. Eavesdropping is as effective as interrogation in the right circumstances and in a new city? Silent recon work is key.
He can be found between one and three stories off the ground, moving from branch to branch with effortless ease. His motion is mostly silent, only a stray leaf occasionally drifting down as show of his passing.]
The Midnight HourPer-so-na | Metal Sector
[Here he feels more at home, the Metal Sector blending an aura of Metropolis, Gotham City, and Blüdhaven together to lend an odd sense of comfort. Dick rests on a ledge high above the streets, drawn back from the light of the shell as he silently catalogues his notes from the Wood Sector.
To the untrained eye, he is no more than a gargoyle sharped from an array of matte metals and bolted down to watch the kedan below. He crouches in such a way that the cape drapes over much of his body, allowing him to pull apart a small selection of sausage-stuffed pastries purchased under a civilian guise earlier that day. Every once in a while the heavy material parts and he lifts a piece to his mouth, chewing slowly as he considers the conundrum of this life, death, and dreaming that the kedan advertised Keeliai as.]
Midnight Until Dawn | Water Sector, Earth Sector
[The appearance of ghosts were what spurred him from his surveillance of Metal and midnight snack. That's... odd, and a possible clue to the nature of Keeliai, so it is only natural that Dick follow it, still clad and acting as the Batman he is back in Gotham.
He moves still in silence but, for the first time this early, early morning, he can be found working on the shell's surface in pursuing ghosts and conducting brief analyses of the areas that they seem to appear and disappear from. Samples are his focus, from prints to any substances that may lead into some conclusion about these weird ghosts.
There are times when some appear before him, but he does not jump. He regards them, takes note of their appearances and motion, then whispers a note into his audio log for later cataloguing. It's almost like he's seen his share of ghosts. Spoiler: He kind of has.]
The Pre-Dawn Hour | Fire Sector
[The first night's recon is completed and Dick is returning home, but he is employing a significant degree of caution by slipping into the Fire Sector and using the subtle lighting shift of the flames from the blue of night to the red of day to play havoc on eyes that try to follow him in the shadows.
Eventually, he will find an utterly private place to shed the uniform and return to being Dick Grayson, simple acrobat with a bag slung over his shoulder and exploring, but ultimately heading back to Wood Sector, where his suite is.
The choice is yours to encounter BatDick or, once the sun is up, Dick Grayson himself.]
Date: Tonight (overlap into the start of the event)
Location: All Sectors, at differing times for each
Situation: He is darkness, he is the night -- and, yes, he is operating as a fully licensed Batman, TYVM.
Warnings/Rating: To be added as/if they arise
Dusk Until Midnight | Wood Sector
[The trees provide adequate cover where still the leaves cling and refute the pull of autumn's slow death. His grey and black blends within the shadows, lending a degree of stealth that is only heightened by years of practice.
Dick Grayson wears the cowl of Batman, prowling high above the illuminated streets to learn what he can of the late evening population. Eavesdropping is as effective as interrogation in the right circumstances and in a new city? Silent recon work is key.
He can be found between one and three stories off the ground, moving from branch to branch with effortless ease. His motion is mostly silent, only a stray leaf occasionally drifting down as show of his passing.]
The Midnight Hour
[Here he feels more at home, the Metal Sector blending an aura of Metropolis, Gotham City, and Blüdhaven together to lend an odd sense of comfort. Dick rests on a ledge high above the streets, drawn back from the light of the shell as he silently catalogues his notes from the Wood Sector.
To the untrained eye, he is no more than a gargoyle sharped from an array of matte metals and bolted down to watch the kedan below. He crouches in such a way that the cape drapes over much of his body, allowing him to pull apart a small selection of sausage-stuffed pastries purchased under a civilian guise earlier that day. Every once in a while the heavy material parts and he lifts a piece to his mouth, chewing slowly as he considers the conundrum of this life, death, and dreaming that the kedan advertised Keeliai as.]
Midnight Until Dawn | Water Sector, Earth Sector
[The appearance of ghosts were what spurred him from his surveillance of Metal and midnight snack. That's... odd, and a possible clue to the nature of Keeliai, so it is only natural that Dick follow it, still clad and acting as the Batman he is back in Gotham.
He moves still in silence but, for the first time this early, early morning, he can be found working on the shell's surface in pursuing ghosts and conducting brief analyses of the areas that they seem to appear and disappear from. Samples are his focus, from prints to any substances that may lead into some conclusion about these weird ghosts.
There are times when some appear before him, but he does not jump. He regards them, takes note of their appearances and motion, then whispers a note into his audio log for later cataloguing. It's almost like he's seen his share of ghosts. Spoiler: He kind of has.]
The Pre-Dawn Hour | Fire Sector
[The first night's recon is completed and Dick is returning home, but he is employing a significant degree of caution by slipping into the Fire Sector and using the subtle lighting shift of the flames from the blue of night to the red of day to play havoc on eyes that try to follow him in the shadows.
Eventually, he will find an utterly private place to shed the uniform and return to being Dick Grayson, simple acrobat with a bag slung over his shoulder and exploring, but ultimately heading back to Wood Sector, where his suite is.
The choice is yours to encounter BatDick or, once the sun is up, Dick Grayson himself.]
Fire.
So he grabs a mask and neutral clothing (if not the full costume) and heads back out. Maybe heading to Wood, for a little more peace...
When the familiar shadow flits across his peripheral vision over the rooftops. Suddenly, all thoughts of sleep are forgotten. If Batman's here... Well. One thing for Robin to do, following quickly to see what the problem is.
It takes him longer than he would admit to realize it's not Father. Because he doesn't expect it, not tonight, and because he's tired. But then he does, the different way of moving, familiar like his own shadow by now, adds to a glimpse of the two spikes of his gauntlet, and suddenly he's not following - he's rushing to catch up. Just like that, all traces of tiredness are gone, and he's almost smiling. A little.]
/keysmash BABBY BIRD OMG SO FEELS
It's not a sound in the conventional sense, but a presence. A familiarity that comes from too many nights spent beating the rooftops. Too many dusks greeted and too many dawns seen. Hundreds of criminals brought to task together. Dozens of plots foiled. All that time has given him a feel for his Robin and that identifies Damian long befor the yellow, green, and red of his outfit can be caught in a quick peripheral check.
He's being chased. That makes him smile, brief and genuine, before he picks up his pace and ducks around a corner, then grapples up to the next level. In part, it's to get privacy. In part, it's to have a bit of a race with his protègè -- because he will always be of the opinion that there's no reason they can't have a little bit of fun in what they do.]
BIG WING OHMY HOW DO HAPPY?
But Damian has to admit that some of that is... pleasant to relax into. A familiar chase in a new setting. A thrill that adds to the ease that the man's presence somehow brought to him, an ease that even Father - or even getting to talk to and work with Father - didn't manage. Ohhh but he doesn't want to let him out of his sight, right now. At all.
Which is why he curbs that reaction, tries to estimate which way Grayson is moving, and then takes a slight shortcut. This city is no longer strange and new to him.
Yes, he'll try to get a drop on Batman.]
TRY STARTING WITH A SMILE BABBY BAT
And then he waits with a faint smile to see of Damian catches on with a doubleback or continues in a chase that he would end up leading instead of following during.]
... Those are for things that are actually amusing.
[And he's be doubling back, silently and in hiding, in no time at all. For the first time, he's beginning to understand what knowing your terrain actually means, an advantage that was always on Grayson's side, in Gotham. Not here. Not the case here, at all.]
And for happiness, bittybat
... but do people like me even deserve to be happy?
[If he doesn't... then he'll drop right behind his brother. And tap him lightly between the shoulder-blades.]