[[ An AU independent blog for Dick Grayson in which there was no Bruce Wayne to take him in.
Willing to rp with anyone from any fandom.
Will probably be NSFW often.]]
FC: Ben Barnes
Magic Anon: None
Currently away on a trip to the mountains to control his inner monster.
[[ None of these gifs are mine. None. ]]
(( Was tired when I came home and then I had an award thing to go to and that just made me more tired.
Whoops. ))
(( Alright, I’m getting off of Dick for the night because tumblr refuses to post my replies at this point.
Goodnight all~ ))
“Sup Grayson?”
“I-sorry, do I know you?”
Oops. “Uh, no, sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“No, no-it’s fine. My last name is Grayson. I’m just not sure why you know it.
“Well, uh, I mean, I understand what you’re saying, I’ve just… never been happy enough for that I guess,” he said with a shrug, scratching the back of his head a little awkwardly. “Not really very good at being happy.” Emotions in general weren’t things Jason was very good at. he could do angry alright, but that was about it.
Lips twitching into a grin, Jason shook his head. “Nah, probably not. Alcohol is a fickle thing, doesn’t appreciate things like it should.” He paused, smile fading away as something a little more serious crept into his expression. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but… what are you having nightmares about? Only asking cause… I’ve been there, know what that’s like and… sometimes talking about it helps.”
He could hear the change of tone in Jason’s voice. He should’ve known that question was coming. He didn’t mind talking about them; no matter what he did, they would always terrify him. Nothing could make it worse except for one thing. “I’ll tell you…” He took in a long, slow, deep breath before starting to talk again. God, he hated those things.
“They’re…always about me. They’re always about me hurting people and they’re always from my point of view. There’s always people screaming, blood, pain. Sometimes I’m hurting the people I call friends. I used to think that nightmares were all that they were. But-I talked to Kurt and he accidentally told me I tried to break a body part on him one time. I dreamt about that before and I worry that these nightmares are actually memories…” The thought terrified him, actually.
As Dick spoke, Jason said nothing, just nodded slowly when it seemed appropriate. His hand moved gently up and down the other man’s arm, trying to offer what little comfort he could. He might not have know Dick particularly well, be he couldn’t see him ever being capable of something like that, of course, Jason knew that appearances could be deceiving.
“Dick… dreams like that, I know how real they can seem, sometimes… they can come from memories, but the you I know… I’m not sure if it means anything, but you’re a good guy, Dick, memories or not.” Alright, so maybe he hadn’t known the other man all that long, but Jason knew a psychopath when he saw one, and he definitely wasn’t seeing one now.
The touches to his arm were, in fact, a comfort and he was incredibly grateful for it. He fell silent and let the words hang in the air until Jason began to speak instead. And he listened to those words carefully and took them to heart. He didn’t know where Jason got the idea that he wasn’t good at talking to people from because this…this was wonderful.
“Careful, you’ll have me cryin’ again.” He chuckled, but it was weak and quiet and he was hesitant to say anything else. “It means more than you think it does. Thank you for that. Makes me feel better. A lot better.”
With a soft barely there breath of a laugh, Jason gave Dick’s shoulder another squeeze. “Well, if you wanna, that’s fine… left before cause I figured you didn’t want me to see,” he said gently, slight smile still in place. His hand went back to its motion up and down Dick’s arm. He knew that sort of thing wasn’t easy to think about, let alone talk about, he’d give Dick as much time as he needed to collect himself.
Jason rarely thought anything he said would be given much meaning, but he was glad his awkward attempts at comfort were able to help at least a little. “Yeah, no problem. I uh… I know what it’s like, the nightmares, so… if you ever need someone to listen, I’ve got you covered.”
“You’re right, I didn’t. I’d ask you to get up if I started to right now.” He chuckled quietly, the sound barely audible, head still positioned atop Jason’s shoulder. There was that movement again on his arm, and he welcomed it. He wondered if there was some way to feel that peaceful all the time. Probably not. That wouldn’t be ‘life’ now would it?
“Mmm…” He fiddled with his fingers gathered in his lap. “Sorry about your nightmares. I wouldn’t wish these things on anyone. Um…thanks. I might have to tak you up on that offer…” He hated to bother anyone with his problems; made him feel like a bother-too much of a bother. Hell, he’d even felt bad about asking the doctor questions while he was in the hospital.
Hesitating for a moment, Jason leaned to rest his head on top of Dick’s, hand still continuing the gentle motion. “Can’t blame you for that… hate letting people see me cry, too.” If Dick needed space, he would give it to him. This whole comforting people thing wasn’t something he did all that often, so he wasn’t quite sure… how to go about doing it. Still, it seemed like Dick was feeling at least a bit better, which was probably a good sign.
At the apology, he shook his head. “Nah, ‘s alright. I’m… I’m used to them by now.” It was sort of true. The nightmares no longer came as a surprise, they still left him screaming and shaking, but they were less frequent than they had once been. “I’ll always be here to listen, figured I probably whined at you a whole bunch, should return the favor,” he said lightly, giving Dick a squeeze.
“Good..I’m not the only one.” He smiled a bit more as he felt the gentle weight atop his own head and let his eyes remain shut to continue to keep reality at bay. To be honest, the last thing that he needed was space. Space made him lonely, space made him feel lost. It seemed like he relied on people more than he thought was normal. And again, he wondered if this was something he’d needed before the incident.
“Well…if you say so…” He shrugged once, and very softly, thumbs still twiddling endlessly in his lap. “You didn’t whine as much as you think you did, Jay. Really. And I was happy to listen.” And he meant that, too. Felt nice to help. To be there for someone. He’d do it any day of the week.
“Sup Grayson?”
“I-sorry, do I know you?”
“Charm, huh? So that’s what you call it.” He chuckled and casually tucked his hand back into his pant pocket, posture relaxing some as well. “Yeah-yeah I live here. Kind of. Sort of. It’s complicated.”
“Yeah that’s what I thought”, he said and smiled, “well I’m just around, you know, tourist-like, came to visit. Would be happy to be shown around, places and stuff”, and gave him a look, half closing his eyes with a soft, soft smirk, “I tend to get lost, you see”, he felt the need to clarify in the end.
“Sounds like you need a tour guide. Wouldn’t want you to get lost, especially here.” He gave another small chuckle, noticing the other’s expression, taking it in and figuring out what to do with that later. “I might be able to help you out there.”
“Evening, miss. Name’s Dick Grayson…I don’t happen to know you do I?”
“It’s never too early to drink on a Wednesday night.”
“And here I thought Fridays were the nights to drink.”
“Well I got a little bored so I decided to drink. Would you care to join me?”
“Ah-thanks, but my last experience with alcohol ended a little funny and with a terrible headache. I might wait another week or month before I try that again. Maybe…I’ll just…watch…?”
“Mind telling me what went on the last time you had alcohol? And of course you can watch.”
“Got drunk, said some things, laughed too much, woke up on the floor in not-my house.”
“Oh, wow. Sounds like you were really drunk. Maybe next time you will have a drinking buddy to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
“That’s the funny thing…my drinking buddy was just as drunk as I was.”
“Maybe you need someone like me, who can’t get drunk to be your drinking buddy.”
“Maybe-wait, you can’t get drunk? Huh…must be convenient.”
“Nice to meet ya, Hal.” Dick took the offered hand and gave it a gentle shake. “I think that’s the best explanation I’ve heard about anything all week.”
“I do have some sort of charm for short explanations like those, Dick”, he grinned, gave the man a quick wink and softly leant back, letting go of his hand, “so…living around here? Tourist? Even though you don’t look like one”
“Charm, huh? So that’s what you call it.” He chuckled and casually tucked his hand back into his pant pocket, posture relaxing some as well. “Yeah-yeah I live here. Kind of. Sort of. It’s complicated.”
“You have arrived at your ideal destination of crazy fun and pippin’. How may I help you?” Tam joked with a salute.
A smile crossed Dick’s face immediately and he returned the salute with a chuckle. “I thought you might be able to help me with the growling in my stomach. Any recommendations?”
“Yeah, I’m sure there’s a spicy guacamole burger with your name on it.” She grinned with a small wink. “Sound appetizing enough, hun?” She whisked out her pen from behind her ear and her notepad. “If so would you also like something to drink?”
“Spicy guacamole burger? hat doesn’t sound too bad actually.” His grin widened and he nodded, already starting to take out his wallet. “Drink…drink…I’ll have Diet Coke.” He couldn’t actually remember what it tasted like, but it seemed right to say.
