The Last Flying Grayson

officer-grayson:

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Hey, there, uh, me.

Sup.

You know how it goes, me. Taking the night off, leaving the city to Bruce for now.

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He couldn’t help himself, really, not when it came to her. When he saw Barbara come his way like that, he cracked a bit of a smile. It was impossible for his mood to not improve whenever she was around. The ice cream, the chips. This all had the makings of a total chick night, not that he minded. He’d added a few stupid comedies and the like to his Instant Queue, so they were all set for tonight.

“Hey, Babs!” He smiled and hugged her gently. “How’ve you been?”

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officer-grayson:

Hello there.

Hey, there, uh, me.

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roy-w-harper replied to your post: ooc: That awkward moment when 80% of Dick’s dash is DEAD PARENTS DEAD PARENTS HEY DICK DO YOU REMEMBER THIS NIGHT

….What, is it like…the anniversary of their death or something? O-o

Because character torture is fun sometimes.

I think it might be the anniversary of when that ran in the comics.

roy-w-harper:

I left the master of words without a retort.

I call this a win.

…Yeah.

Good on you.

Dick wasn’t particularly in the mood for company, and that’s precisely how he knew he needed to not be alone. He wasn’t really looking forward to explaining what he was feeling to Barbara, but he was grateful she was there. He knit his hands together, brow furrowed in contemplation. He hung his head, closing his laptop.

He tried to clear his mind of the images he’d been seeing for the past few hours, that of his mother and father. Then their fall from the tightrope mid-performance. The sight of their broken, mangled bodies on the ground. Their faces permanently twisted in horrid agony and debilitating fear. With them fell a small child, only six years of age.

It was all he could to fight back the tears, but he had to do it. He couldn’t let Barbara Gordon see him cry. Sure, she’d give him the period to recover, but she’d never let him live it down. His mind was clouded with thoughts as he strode to the front door of the complex, awaiting Barbara’s arrival.

roy-w-harper:

roy-w-harper:

Not even kidding though, get some of that testosterone worked out. A little aggression and a little self-love could make you feel tons better. The release of endorphins eases tension and stress, ups your immune system, fights depression, etc…

Even helps some guys deal with anger management issues.

*pokerface*

Wha-No! No, that’s…

That’s not it at all.

cantstopthespeed:

roy-w-harper replied to your post: ~Floats over here~

I don’t think he appreciated my advice haha

I found it hilarious.

I feel the love guys. Really.