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munninPlaying a bit of round robin with Ducky (if she’s still up.) Feel free to follow along or join in if anyone should so desire. Set post Black Orchids.
Recovery and wreckage – The band, Oracle, PG.
The Robin’s crashed out on the couch, watching a movie as a storm raged outside, whiping the palm trees inside out like umbrellas.
Every crack of thunder, every flash of lighting made Tim finch, the fear and trauma still too raw. Dick held his close, bracketing Tim between him and Steph as Tim shivered, trying to fight back the panic attacks.
In the end Alfred quietly insisted Tim take something to help him sleep and Tim relented, however he refused to leave the others and passed out with his head resting on Dick’s chest.
Dick winced as his silenced phone vibrated its way across the coffee table, just out of reach.
“I got him.” Jay whispered, carefully lifting the sleeping Robin off his elder brother and taking his place on the couch as Dick slipped away into the bedroom to take the call.
“Hey O.” Dick answered, knowing without having to check the caller id. Babs was the only one in contact with them at the moment. At Dick’s request, she was handling all the traffic so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Pretty much half the superhero community plus all the fans wanted news of them but the Robins just wanted peace, some quiet time to recover.
“Hey hunk wonder. How’s things?”
“One day at a time.” He said with a sigh as he sat down. “And some days are harder than others.”
“Anything I can help with?” She asked quietly.
“Not unless you can turn back time and work out a way to stop this from having happened.” There was a weariness in his voice, soul deep and shattering.
“You’ve gotta stop blaming yourself for this.” She chided, knowing he wasn’t going to listen. Since losing Bruce, Dick had taken the responsibility of looking after his siblings very, very seriously. “Hey I know you guys want quiet but...Tim’s birthday’s coming up-”
“I know, I know.” Dick sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes.
“And I’ve got heroes from every quarter wanting to drop off presents or throw him a party.”
“O, he’s not ready. He’s still really, really fragile.”
“I know, I’ve been telling them to leave stuff with me and I’ll ship it all to Tim when he’s ready but...” she paused, letting it linger in the air.
“What’s the but O?” Dick asked, feeling like a beheading victim waiting for the axe.
“Your flashy playboy, Tony Stark keeps calling and I don’t know how much longer I can stonewall him.”
“He’s persistent, I’ll give him that.” Dick sighed and fell back onto the bed, almost hard enough to bounce. “Did he say what he wanted?”
“To drop off Tim’s birthday present.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“Wouldn’t say but he said he’s threatened you with it before.”
“Fuck!” Dick muttered, covering his face with his hands. “The bastard knows I might actually say yes this time.”
“Do I even want to know?” Oracle teased.
“I think he’s offering to set us up a recording studio.”
Oracle hummed. “That would explain why he was asking for dimensions on the games room down stairs.”
“He knows where we are?” Dick demanded, more surprised than annoyed. Oracle had gone to great lengths to keep their location a secret.
“I’ve had to asked the Big Blue Boy-scout to ‘waylay’ his jet once already. Sorry Dick.”
“Don’t sweat it babe, Tony’s slippery like that.” He stretched, groaning as his spine popped and cracked. “Look I’ll have a chat with Tim, see what he wants to do.”
“Let the poor kid sleep a bit more. Those drugs Alfred gave him must have wiped him out pretty hard.”
Dick sat up suddenly. “Oracle?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “You won’t happened to have bugged the place now would you?”
“Would I have set you up a safe house without a means of making sure it stayed safe? And before you ask,” she cut across the start of his rant. “I only have cameras on the living spaces and around the perimeters. The bedrooms are bug free.”
Dick was surprisingly touched by this; it was kinda comforting to know she was still looking out for them despite everything that had happened. “Thanks.” He said, and meant. “I’ll call you back later and let you know the plan.”
“Stay safe Boy Blunder, and look after that little brother of ours.” She rang off before waiting for a reply.
“Will do.” Dick muttered anyway, closing his phone and his eyes. This would be interesting...
Recovery and wreckage – The band, Oracle, PG.
The Robin’s crashed out on the couch, watching a movie as a storm raged outside, whiping the palm trees inside out like umbrellas.
Every crack of thunder, every flash of lighting made Tim finch, the fear and trauma still too raw. Dick held his close, bracketing Tim between him and Steph as Tim shivered, trying to fight back the panic attacks.
In the end Alfred quietly insisted Tim take something to help him sleep and Tim relented, however he refused to leave the others and passed out with his head resting on Dick’s chest.
Dick winced as his silenced phone vibrated its way across the coffee table, just out of reach.
“I got him.” Jay whispered, carefully lifting the sleeping Robin off his elder brother and taking his place on the couch as Dick slipped away into the bedroom to take the call.
“Hey O.” Dick answered, knowing without having to check the caller id. Babs was the only one in contact with them at the moment. At Dick’s request, she was handling all the traffic so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Pretty much half the superhero community plus all the fans wanted news of them but the Robins just wanted peace, some quiet time to recover.
“Hey hunk wonder. How’s things?”
“One day at a time.” He said with a sigh as he sat down. “And some days are harder than others.”
“Anything I can help with?” She asked quietly.
“Not unless you can turn back time and work out a way to stop this from having happened.” There was a weariness in his voice, soul deep and shattering.
“You’ve gotta stop blaming yourself for this.” She chided, knowing he wasn’t going to listen. Since losing Bruce, Dick had taken the responsibility of looking after his siblings very, very seriously. “Hey I know you guys want quiet but...Tim’s birthday’s coming up-”
“I know, I know.” Dick sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes.
“And I’ve got heroes from every quarter wanting to drop off presents or throw him a party.”
“O, he’s not ready. He’s still really, really fragile.”
“I know, I’ve been telling them to leave stuff with me and I’ll ship it all to Tim when he’s ready but...” she paused, letting it linger in the air.
“What’s the but O?” Dick asked, feeling like a beheading victim waiting for the axe.
“Your flashy playboy, Tony Stark keeps calling and I don’t know how much longer I can stonewall him.”
“He’s persistent, I’ll give him that.” Dick sighed and fell back onto the bed, almost hard enough to bounce. “Did he say what he wanted?”
“To drop off Tim’s birthday present.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“Wouldn’t say but he said he’s threatened you with it before.”
“Fuck!” Dick muttered, covering his face with his hands. “The bastard knows I might actually say yes this time.”
“Do I even want to know?” Oracle teased.
“I think he’s offering to set us up a recording studio.”
Oracle hummed. “That would explain why he was asking for dimensions on the games room down stairs.”
“He knows where we are?” Dick demanded, more surprised than annoyed. Oracle had gone to great lengths to keep their location a secret.
“I’ve had to asked the Big Blue Boy-scout to ‘waylay’ his jet once already. Sorry Dick.”
“Don’t sweat it babe, Tony’s slippery like that.” He stretched, groaning as his spine popped and cracked. “Look I’ll have a chat with Tim, see what he wants to do.”
“Let the poor kid sleep a bit more. Those drugs Alfred gave him must have wiped him out pretty hard.”
Dick sat up suddenly. “Oracle?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “You won’t happened to have bugged the place now would you?”
“Would I have set you up a safe house without a means of making sure it stayed safe? And before you ask,” she cut across the start of his rant. “I only have cameras on the living spaces and around the perimeters. The bedrooms are bug free.”
Dick was surprisingly touched by this; it was kinda comforting to know she was still looking out for them despite everything that had happened. “Thanks.” He said, and meant. “I’ll call you back later and let you know the plan.”
“Stay safe Boy Blunder, and look after that little brother of ours.” She rang off before waiting for a reply.
“Will do.” Dick muttered anyway, closing his phone and his eyes. This would be interesting...