It's my city. I can't have it wiped off the map by criminals.
[This is a new path in questioning and it's actually a relief for Dick. He's feeling a little heavy, and it's easier to find light things to talk about while they work. Jason had been a lot, and while he knew that Bruce might had needed to find something, Dick was done with oversharing. He'd reached his emotional quota for the day.
The fact that the city here had focused on people from gotham only meant that there were heroes there. Dick also noted that there were plenty from other places. He knew that other people had found those that they knew. He'd talked to one, Bobbi, who had her ex-husband here and they were both from a group as well. She'd mentioned that her friend had an ex, or something similar here too, so it meant that they were represented well enough.
Dick was figuring that this was taking stock of people, and not universes. They were the social experiments. Ultimate powers didn't need permissions or heroes to show up to pick where to blow up, that was always at the whim of a god. In his opinion, if something was strong enough to do this, that it was strong enough to be labeled as such, worshiped as such somewhere.]
You want to save it, or still just looking for the ones who killed your parents.
[Putting in the last of the wires, Dick turned and looked at what more there was on the ground. He grabbed a couple of crossbars and latches that needed to be affixed to the side and moved back to the other side of the car.]
( with the nitro tank reinstalled, he reaches down for a rag. takes a moment to wipe his hands on it. stares off to nothing in particular as dick goes and asks him that. it's a rather loaded question for bruce, given the point in time that he's from and everything that's going on and been going on in his own gotham.
licking over his lips, he looks down. strands of hair falling in front of his face some as he does. )
I don't know.
( he's not there yet in realizing what gotham needs is hope more than vengeance. )
[Being that Dick has no idea what's going on in Bruce's Gotham, he doesn't realize how loaded. Asking Bruce questions is tricky. There's a time where he'll talk and times he won't. Then suddenly he'll switch topics as his mind turns tricks on it's own. Dick is slowly figuring it out, but hasn't managed it yet.
It's still going to take time. That doesn't mean he doesn't look up and across at the other man while he wipes his hands. He stays watching for a few seconds longer, long enough to watch him lick his lips and those strands to fall. His fingers itch, but he stays.
Turning back to his own more fine tuned work, Dick re-inverts himself again one final time to finish the project he was working on. He pauses, and takes a breath before his next question. It's been in his mind for a while, and he wonders if it's okay to ask it. ]
That's fair. Can I ask, beyond your parents and all of that, how did you get started as... well, batman. I mean, when did you get the idea? How long have you been training before coming out. You don't have to answer, of course. I was really just curious.
( dick goes and asks him that and bruce throws a glance his way. keeps it there on him. before he drops it back down and gets himself up. )
Not that long. ( a beat. ) According to some of you here.
( he's checking on the nitro tank — making sure it's how it should be before he's pushing hair out of his face and standing there. tired. more so emotionally than physically. at least he's more or less got this covered. )
[There's a mental shrug. Dick rubs his face and cements a large streak of grease across it without thought. His hands and arms are coated as well. It doesn't bother him obviously.
Looking over his work, he nods a few times. and then sits up straight.]
This looks like it's put back in right. Does it have a cover then?
Sure, anytime. Is there a place to wash my hands off upstairs then or should I just wait until the manor. You know, I'll wait.
[Wiping his hands on the small towel, he gets some of the grease off, not much but it's fine. He knows he's already overstayed his welcome. He nods at Bruce and walks back to the elevator, more than happy to show himself out. ]
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[This is a new path in questioning and it's actually a relief for Dick. He's feeling a little heavy, and it's easier to find light things to talk about while they work. Jason had been a lot, and while he knew that Bruce might had needed to find something, Dick was done with oversharing. He'd reached his emotional quota for the day.
The fact that the city here had focused on people from gotham only meant that there were heroes there. Dick also noted that there were plenty from other places. He knew that other people had found those that they knew. He'd talked to one, Bobbi, who had her ex-husband here and they were both from a group as well. She'd mentioned that her friend had an ex, or something similar here too, so it meant that they were represented well enough.
Dick was figuring that this was taking stock of people, and not universes. They were the social experiments. Ultimate powers didn't need permissions or heroes to show up to pick where to blow up, that was always at the whim of a god. In his opinion, if something was strong enough to do this, that it was strong enough to be labeled as such, worshiped as such somewhere.]
You want to save it, or still just looking for the ones who killed your parents.
[Putting in the last of the wires, Dick turned and looked at what more there was on the ground. He grabbed a couple of crossbars and latches that needed to be affixed to the side and moved back to the other side of the car.]
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licking over his lips, he looks down. strands of hair falling in front of his face some as he does. )
I don't know.
( he's not there yet in realizing what gotham needs is hope more than vengeance. )
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It's still going to take time. That doesn't mean he doesn't look up and across at the other man while he wipes his hands. He stays watching for a few seconds longer, long enough to watch him lick his lips and those strands to fall. His fingers itch, but he stays.
Turning back to his own more fine tuned work, Dick re-inverts himself again one final time to finish the project he was working on. He pauses, and takes a breath before his next question. It's been in his mind for a while, and he wonders if it's okay to ask it. ]
That's fair. Can I ask, beyond your parents and all of that, how did you get started as... well, batman. I mean, when did you get the idea? How long have you been training before coming out. You don't have to answer, of course. I was really just curious.
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Not that long. ( a beat. ) According to some of you here.
( he's checking on the nitro tank — making sure it's how it should be before he's pushing hair out of his face and standing there. tired. more so emotionally than physically. at least he's more or less got this covered. )
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Looking over his work, he nods a few times. and then sits up straight.]
This looks like it's put back in right. Does it have a cover then?
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( that is to say, he can do it later. another glance over to dick then. )
Thanks. For the help.
( for... telling him what he did. )
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[Wiping his hands on the small towel, he gets some of the grease off, not much but it's fine. He knows he's already overstayed his welcome. He nods at Bruce and walks back to the elevator, more than happy to show himself out. ]
Take it easy.
[on yourself.]