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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[hackingyoursensors]

"Seriously? He can't even make coffee." He smiles conspiratorially. "It's pretty bad."

[imaginate]

Kyle looks "horrified". 'I think I'm learning much more about B than I'll ever be comfortable with. It messes with the whole... tall dark mysterious thing.'

[hackingyoursensors]

"It's even worse when you actually live with him."

Dick looks thoughtful for a moment. "I didn't know you guys were close. Well, close-ish."

[imaginate]

'We're not, not really.' He pauses. 'I'm hang around the Arrows and the speedsters a lot more than your crowd. It's the League, they were my first family.'

[hackingyoursensors]

Dick looks like he has a question he wants to ask, but thinks better of it.

"Yeah. They're kind of mine too."

[imaginate]

Kyle knows what that expression means but he supposes they'd had enough heartbreak for one day.

'Just Us League.' He chuckles softly.

[hackingyoursensors]

"The craziest family you could ever be a part of."

[imaginate]

'Oh yeah, you can say that again.'

[hackingyoursensors]

Dick smiles slightly and takes a bite of his now half-melted ice cream.

"At least we're not alone."

[imaginate]

Kyle smiles, nods, and finishes his own ice cream. Then, he stretches. 'Man, I feel like I just talked your ears off.'

[hackingyoursensors]

Dick shrugs.

"It's alright-- I should be on the receiving end sometimes."

Because boy can Dick talk when you get him going.

[imaginate]

'All right.' He gets up. 'I'll walk you home?'

[hackingyoursensors]

Dick stands too, leaving his half-melted, half-eaten ice cream behind.

"Sure."