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DICK & IGGY

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[cohero]

Well, you did ask, kinda and I figured since we're dating that you might want to know things about me. If you don't that's fine too. I was also talking about work. I do this type of thing for a living, dark stuff. I deal with it all the time.

[Dick shrugs, and doesn't know how else to be. He fights madmen who want to kill entire cities with fear gas, Demons who want to eat the world and other horrible people. This is who Dick is. He can be a violent person at times, and while he's not as bad as he once was, and will never kill-- he's not gentle all the time.

Maybe that's why he's kind and overly attentive in this part of his life. It's a balancing of some sort. Taking a breath, Dick laughs. ]

No, not particularly. I've watched some, I like psychological thrillers. I see enough gore in my everyday life. I like some things, but it's not the first type of movie I reach for. I like comedies, and fantasies. I like things that work my imagination and keep my mind busy. Thrillers are fun, and I love things like 300, Gladiator, those type of movies. What about you?

[dead_tongue]

I know I asked. It wasn't a judgement, sweetie, it's okay. You don't have to get defensive.

[Iggy starts turning his water glass this way and that, mostly to give him an excuse not to look up.]

Me? Oh, I like almost everything. I'm bad at mysteries though, I pretty much never figure out who did it. That sort of deduction isn't my forte.

[The ghost is still right there. He can feel it staring at him.

Iggy sighs and looks up.]

Will you excuse me a second? I just need to use the washroom.

[A quick smile that he hopes reassures, before he's hurrying away from the table and out of the restaurant, not towards the restrooms.

No, instead he tucks himself against the wall a little way from the entrance. He takes out his cellphone so he doesn't look like he's talking to himself as he begins a conversation with apparent empty air.]

[cohero]

[There was no defense in his tone, much more aloof than anything else. It was discussion and it wasn't anything that Dick worried about. He had no reason to feel defensive around Iggy. They'd straightened out enough things about his job and such that speaking about it never truly bothered him. They both held odd business about them, and in the same manner, Dick would never judge Iggy for what he had to do.

Watching Iggy move past him, Dick already knows what he's doing. He wishes that the other didn't lie about it, but maybe not speaking of the dead is easier. Those are rules that Dick doesn't know and will ask later when they are back at his apartment, away from the shadows that haunt his boyfriend. ]

Sure, babe. I've got you.

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy would argue that intent and what people hear as tone sometimes differ.

He also has no idea that Dick has figured out that, yeah, he was lying about the bathroom, so he spends much of his conversation with the dead guy concerned that Dick might think he's ditched.

He actually does use his phone eventually, to text Dick:]

something has come up.

[cohero]

[That is always true, and even further truth over things like text. Dick knows he has trouble with that occasionally. It's in the past though, and his more pressing concern is what he needs to do to help his boyfriend out, if there is anything he can do.

Dick cares deeply and wants to always make sure that he's being supportive and keeping Iggy safe, and surrounded by the warmth of his affection at all times.

Gazing at the text, Dick tips his head.]

I know babe, take your time. I will wait for you to finish. I'm not leaving. If you need me for absolutely anything, I'm right here. My arms will be yours when you are done.

[dead_tongue]

yeeeeah don't wait for me, I gotta go. I'll text you later?

[Typed as he heads for the elevator. If he thought this through better he might not be so hasty, but Iggy isn't always that bright.]

[cohero]

okay.

[Unfortunately it hits Dick hard that Iggy doesn't even ask for Dick's help, or share a bit of what's going on, why he doesn't want him to wait-- or anything of the sort. After all that Dick's shared with Iggy, a thing that could damage him and his reputation forever as a vigilante this is a pretty big slap.

Taking a deep breath, Dick sits and stays for the remainder of the meal that hasn't been served yet. He wants to sit and think over their relationship. It's a lot of up and down already, and there's so much about one another that they don't understand or click on. They have deep problems reading and really deeply getting what they talk about. Like earlier, Dick hadn't been defensive at all. He'd been talking, and having a discussion.

Things seem to go from serious to flippant in seconds, and Dick doesn't get how Iggy does that either. He mulls this over as he eats the dinner they'd ordered. Eventually leaving and returning to his place alone.]

[dead_tongue]

[It's three-thirty in the morning when the next text comes.]

I'm alive!

guess I owe you dinner.

[cohero]

[Work is the easiest thing for Dick to do when he's conflicted in anyway so the text hits him when he's up on a rooftop.

He glances at it with a raised brow and sends back a response. ]

Glad you made it. I'm alive too. Working.

We'll talk later.

[dead_tongue]

ok.

be careful out there.

[In his cramped apartment, Iggy sighs. He's not quite so clueless that he doesn't recognise that Dick miiiiight be upset, but on the other hand the guy is a vigilante. Of course he's working at the ass-end of night.

So he watches some YouTube and falls asleep, vaguely unsettled but more or less confident that they really will talk.]

[cohero]

[The message is read, but left that way. Dick has to figure out how he wants to handle everything still and give himself time to get over his initial upset.

They'd talked about how Dick had trouble expressing things, and not talking about them. He's doing his best to talk about everything now with Iggy, at least that's what he thought he was doing. But, he gets told he's being defensive. Dick's not so sure now that sharing his feelings or thoughts is necessarily the way to go. Maybe it's easier to keep it in, to not share everything. Bruce had it right.

Maybe Dick is just still really grand at fucking up relationships. It's not like this one has lasted all that long. They've had a couple of nights together and a date. It's alright. Dick wants more, but doesn't even know if he has the right to ask for it, and they're supposed to be dating, but honestly, Dick doesn't know what that means between them. He's learned a few things, and feels like some of the things that he enjoys, Iggy doesn't because Dick isn't one of his 'men' ... Dick wonders if Iggy gets more from them than Dick.

There's so much that Dick wants to do and try. He's got a lot of things on his bucket list, but they don't. Dick doesnt' want to disrespect Iggy. Then talking is strained, and now there's this ghost thing. Maybe they don't work. He's so flustered and overthinking like normal. After a few days he sends a text. ]

If you want to talk, feel free to come by some time. I'll be here and off for the next few days.

[dead_tongue]

[Of all the things he was expecting, getting ghosted for a few days was not on the list. So when Dick's text comes, Iggy is a little nonplussed.

Still, he keeps it friendly.]

ok! but I have a better idea: meet me at the art gallery at 7? I owe you a date. :)

[cohero]

Can we meet and talk first and then go to the gallery. I want to talk about what happened before we go out. I think we have things to discuss first. I'm sorry I went silent, but I needed to think.

[There's a mixed bag of feelings for Dick. He still likes Iggy so much, but he's so worried about how things work between them. He knows that they have to sit and talk it out. It's not easy for him, but it can't sit on his mind and fester either-- and doing it in private is much better than doing it at an art gallery.]

[dead_tongue]

yeah, sure. you wanna come over? or is that too personal?

[cohero]

I can come over, that's no trouble. I'll be there in a few. If that's alright?

[dead_tongue]

sure. I'll be here.

[cohero]

[Uncertainty creeps in the closer he gets. Dick knows what he should do, but there's so much emotion tied to it, and thoughts about what he's trying to do to make himself a better person make him begin to doubt his mission. His resolve wobbles when he parks his bike outside and gets off, hanging the helmet on the handle.

Walking up to Iggy's door, Dick knocks. He's only been here a handful of times. He's always wanted to ask Iggy to move in, but the few times he suggested it, Iggy treated him like he was a one of his sugar daddys (or whatever Iggy wanted to call them-- Dick tried not to pay so much attention), so he stopped bringing it up.]

[dead_tongue]

[Lucky for Dick, Iggy's many roommates aren't home. He himself answers the door with a tentative smile.]

Come in. I made coffee, you want some?

[cohero]

[He looks good, like he always does. Dick smiles softly and nods. ]

Yeah, sure. Coffee sounds great.

[Glancing around, Dick notices the quiet. ]

Wow, never seen it this quiet around here.

[dead_tongue]

Yeah, it's a rare occurrence.

[Iggy steps into the little kitchen to get them each a cup of coffee.]

So. Are you mad? Is that why you want to talk privately?

[He hands Dick his mug, looking curious but not especially upset.]

[cohero]

[For lack of a better place currently, Dick leans over a counter and presses his lips together. He wrinkles his nose a bit. ]

I'm not mad. I was upset, frustrated. I mean, I knew what you were dealing with or thought I did and you up and left me without giving me any credit. I would have been happy to done anything, anything for you and you didn't even give me a chance. You didn't even bother to tell me the truth. That hurt. I've been opening up to you, because you have been pushing me to in some ways.

I mean...

[He pauses. He wasn't going to say this much, but he's not sure how not to. It's a difficult choice to make. He doesn't want to go completely backwards. Two word sentences and short clips of thoughts got him no where, and ruined all the things he had. This isn't much better though. This communication thing.]

I want us to communicate. I don't feel like we actually do, not on an even level.

[dead_tongue]

So... okay. Will you listen to my perspective without immediately telling me that I'm wrong because you have Deep Inner Workings? Because, Dick, I adore you, but you are extremely quick to throw how much you do in my face.

[He sighs and sips his coffee. Where to start?]

You're a vigilante, right? You've told me many times that that's your life's work. It's the most important thing in your life. If we were having dinner and the city needed you, you'd leave, right?

[cohero]

Wow. Sure. okay.

[That felt like a smack in his face if ever there was one. Dick suddenly realized that talking really wasn't getting them anywhere, and apparently Dick had been overwhelming Iggy since they started dating and he needed to back off quite a bit. So, he listened. He'd never meant to throw anything like that in Iggy's face at all. They really hadn't gone out all that much, and his feelings were enough, but they weren't love or anything close to it.

Dick thought about the question. With the way things were in the city now he shrugged. It really depended on what happened. ]

I only recently told you, but yes. That's my job. It's not the only or most important thing in my life. No one actually calls me anymore first off. I make my own hours. If there was a massive emergency, it would depend. Babs is pretty competent and her force is very good at what they do. She also has Argus helping her now. I made the choice to come back to work. I didn't have to. I enjoy what I do. I also need time away. That was what I didn't do before, and it fucked up my relationships, so no, I'm not so sure I would unless the world depended on it. I'd also tell you what was going on and take you home or somewhere safe.

[Dick was calm in his words. There wasn't emotion behind them, merely thought as he went through what would happen and how he felt about what he did now. He'd been through quite a bit, and this was how he lived his life now. ]

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy listens, expression patient. He's growing quite used to the fact that Dick likes to explain things. When he speaks his voice is gentle.]

Alright. That's more than fair.

Look. I'm sorry for rushing off. I really am. But it's...

[He stops to sip his coffee and thinks.]

I brought up your work because it's the only thing I can think of that might be similar. I don't do medium work anymore. I gave it up. But if someone notices me? They can be really, really insistent. Sometimes I'm all they've got.

In retrospect I wish I hadn't hurried off, but you seemed so chill. You were all... 'yeah babe, do what you gotta do' and I just kinda thought that meant you understood. But then you blew me off for a few days, and I was like, 'okay, so, he's not okay with it.'

[He regards Dick calmly.]

You wanna know where I went? Or do you not care? Genuinely curious.

[cohero]

[Dick nods, and doesn't say anything more because he is genuinely interested. This is what Iggy did, and a big part of who he is.

It's most certainly all Dick wants to know about. Dick did say that if they needed to go, they could. He wasn't sure how things worked when there was a ghost around. That's why Dick tried to be understanding in the first place. ]

I do. I want to know where you went and what happened. I want to know about you. Genuinely.