Hey, Tim. It's Korra. [Don't mind her sounding a little tired over here. She wants to check on him, at least, before she crashes since he's made it clear he's a civilian. He might even need a healer.]
A lot of people were hurt over the last couple of days. Are you doing okay?
[Oh damn, he sort of forgot about...Tim. Whoops. At least this is audio so he doesn't have to quickly change.
He doesn't bother to hide his tiredness, nor his surprise and appreciation. He's come to like and respect Korra even more over these past three days, and he's grateful Kon has someone like her.]
Hi Korra. I got really lucky, so I can't complain. Trying to help out where I can even if it isn't much. Figured it was better than staying put in my room.
[That hesitation tells him he's probably not going to like this. He makes sure to keep the wariness out of his voice, to encourage Dick to keep talking and in case he's assuming things.]
Not currently. Why?
[He is but if Dick needs help that doesn't matter.]
[ the first night is the worst. that was his reassurance early morning on the second day. the first night is the worst. it will get better.
the second night proved terrible. bruce was awake long before dawn, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, drenched in a cold sweat, his father's watch clutched tightly between his hands.
the nightmares have not faded with time and distance. they're more frequent, more vivid. every time he wakes up with a scream between his teeth. it was different in the manor where he only woke alfred. here, he wakes the entire house. that is unfair to them — and humiliating for him. he refuses to look for the pitying looks he is sure adorn the faces of his housemates.
the third night bruce refuses to sleep.
when the others in the room are asleep ( when he thinks them asleep ), bruce slides off the bed.
in the communal area, wearing alfred's jacket, he sits on the couch. from the jacket's inner pocket, he removes his mother's necklace. he lays it out as gently as if it were made of glass on his lap. a beautiful necklace, pearls with a gold setting. bruce rolls one strand between his fingers: the empty one, the one that abruptly ends.
without taking his eyes off the necklace, he whispers, ] You're very quiet.
Not that there is a real point to when Yao Corp wasn't having their fun, but the routine was nice. It gave him time to think, or not to think, between all the people and the daily life in Haven. It was an easy way to let off steam, though sometimes it wasn't enough with the lack of criminal activity, and there were only so many times he could try to run himself ragged on the low, boring rooftops of Haven.
Bruce's arrival as a child civilian meant he couldn't run out after dark the first night, and despite tiredness he couldn't actually manage sleep until after several restless hours of refusing to toss and turn. The next morning made it clear neither of them had a good rest, though Tim was able to hide it for the most part from years of practice. He felt terrible, but it seemed like Bruce wanted his space and he'll respect it after the harrowing first day Bruce had.
The second night he had accidentally fallen asleep sitting up against the frame of the bed, sleep debt catching up to him. The scream jolted him awake by having him bang his head against the wall, hissing to himself as he scrambled out of bed. He waved their other roommate off with an apologetic shrug, and after a minute, Bruce turned away from him too.
Tonight he's laying in his bed staring out at the darkened room, eyes roving over the sparse detail he'd already memorized awhile ago. His breathing has been slowed to the same pace of those asleep, his body relaxed with the only outlet for the tension he feels in the way his fingers twist at the sheets covering him in a carefully haphazard manner. It's a long while before anything comes of his waiting, and when he hears the creak of the bed frame above him, his eyelids slam shut with only a crack to see Bruce pad across the room and disappear outside.
He waits a beat.
Another.
And another.
Then he's silently sliding out from under his sheets too, making just enough sound to be noticed, but quiet enough to be dismissed by those not awake. He stops in the doorway where he could easily disappear back inside, watching the small figure engulfed by a grown man's jacket fingering a precious memento.]
So are you.
[He whispers back, pitching his voice to carry over the short distance between them. He doesn't move from where he is just yet, propping himself against the frame, the wood pressing grooves into his arm.]
[ After the first night of Fight Club, in their agreed-upon nook in the library, are detailed physical descriptions of everyone who showed up, as well as her observations of their powers and weaknesses. Opponents she faced personally are also listed, along with her evaluation of them as possible allies. ]
[ With an addendum: Have already briefed Robin. Burn after reading.]
[ Nothing on the feed but two sets of coordinates: one that leads to a larger safehouse (similar in design to the one destroyed in the flood) and the second to his own block. ]
[ Left on his bed is a small medical kit: everything she could scrounge up from Haven East, far better than the ones available in West or North. There's no note. ]
[His immediate reaction is to ask why, but he knows that won't get him anything except more aggravation. Good thing he wasn't busy with anything too important.]
[ dick and damian, he had settled for calling. tim, he seeks out.
with a furrowed brow and a tense jaw, irrationally upset, and furious at himself for being so. but his voice is steady and, as it gains strength, authoritative. ]
I met with Selina Kyle earlier. I believe her to be from my home. Whatever network of protection you've established for me, I want her included.
[ bruce wayne, age 12, already barking orders as a greeting. ]
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He doesn't bother to hide his tiredness, nor his surprise and appreciation. He's come to like and respect Korra even more over these past three days, and he's grateful Kon has someone like her.]
Hi Korra. I got really lucky, so I can't complain. Trying to help out where I can even if it isn't much. Figured it was better than staying put in my room.
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What about you? You sound exhausted.
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the second night proved terrible. bruce was awake long before dawn, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, drenched in a cold sweat, his father's watch clutched tightly between his hands.
the nightmares have not faded with time and distance. they're more frequent, more vivid. every time he wakes up with a scream between his teeth. it was different in the manor where he only woke alfred. here, he wakes the entire house. that is unfair to them — and humiliating for him. he refuses to look for the pitying looks he is sure adorn the faces of his housemates.
the third night bruce refuses to sleep.
when the others in the room are asleep ( when he thinks them asleep ), bruce slides off the bed.
in the communal area, wearing alfred's jacket, he sits on the couch. from the jacket's inner pocket, he removes his mother's necklace. he lays it out as gently as if it were made of glass on his lap. a beautiful necklace, pearls with a gold setting. bruce rolls one strand between his fingers: the empty one, the one that abruptly ends.
without taking his eyes off the necklace, he whispers, ] You're very quiet.
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Not that there is a real point to when Yao Corp wasn't having their fun, but the routine was nice. It gave him time to think, or not to think, between all the people and the daily life in Haven. It was an easy way to let off steam, though sometimes it wasn't enough with the lack of criminal activity, and there were only so many times he could try to run himself ragged on the low, boring rooftops of Haven.
Bruce's arrival as a child civilian meant he couldn't run out after dark the first night, and despite tiredness he couldn't actually manage sleep until after several restless hours of refusing to toss and turn. The next morning made it clear neither of them had a good rest, though Tim was able to hide it for the most part from years of practice. He felt terrible, but it seemed like Bruce wanted his space and he'll respect it after the harrowing first day Bruce had.
The second night he had accidentally fallen asleep sitting up against the frame of the bed, sleep debt catching up to him. The scream jolted him awake by having him bang his head against the wall, hissing to himself as he scrambled out of bed. He waved their other roommate off with an apologetic shrug, and after a minute, Bruce turned away from him too.
Tonight he's laying in his bed staring out at the darkened room, eyes roving over the sparse detail he'd already memorized awhile ago. His breathing has been slowed to the same pace of those asleep, his body relaxed with the only outlet for the tension he feels in the way his fingers twist at the sheets covering him in a carefully haphazard manner. It's a long while before anything comes of his waiting, and when he hears the creak of the bed frame above him, his eyelids slam shut with only a crack to see Bruce pad across the room and disappear outside.
He waits a beat.
Another.
And another.
Then he's silently sliding out from under his sheets too, making just enough sound to be noticed, but quiet enough to be dismissed by those not awake. He stops in the doorway where he could easily disappear back inside, watching the small figure engulfed by a grown man's jacket fingering a precious memento.]
So are you.
[He whispers back, pitching his voice to carry over the short distance between them. He doesn't move from where he is just yet, propping himself against the frame, the wood pressing grooves into his arm.]
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Where are you?
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It kind of sounded like she didn't know B was here.
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Is this thing on?
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What brought this on? [...] I'm surprised you know that word.
[Is he actually surprised or is he being an asshole. Who knows.]
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backdated to new arrival day because I am on point
with a furrowed brow and a tense jaw, irrationally upset, and furious at himself for being so. but his voice is steady and, as it gains strength, authoritative. ]
I met with Selina Kyle earlier. I believe her to be from my home. Whatever network of protection you've established for me, I want her included.
[ bruce wayne, age 12, already barking orders as a greeting. ]