teenwonder | ᴙ 07 [Action-ish/Written]

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ᴙ 07 [Action-ish/Written]

[Oh, is it December? Robin's spent the post-Thanksgiving weeks holed up in his apartment struggling to piece together the bigger picture. Joker was here. He's spent seventeen Luceti months stuck here without any real progress to show for it. Things are as bad as they were on day one, which is clearly a failing of Robin himself. And lo, he's fallen back into his brooding. With Jason here to wear the Robin suit and scour for petty street crime (that never even happens), Robin only needs to monitor the journals. And plan. There's so much planning. Planning isn't even something that needs to happen in direct sunlight.

It means he hasn't been outdoors since the last time someone dragged him out. Even his usual sessions with Aang and Jason have been set aside in favor of his obsessing. They won't need to learn how to fight better if he can just crack the secret of getting them out. And if the Joker's here, then the Joker's in league with Slade. Or maybe he's not and Slade is just using this pocket dimension as a way to be rid of all his competition at once.

...Which brings him back to the journal. There are just some things that can't be learned without directly interaction with the subject base.]

What was the last thing you did at home before you were brought here?

[It's just an afterthought into the ether. No greetings, no explanations, no introductions. There's no time for that. He's much more concerned with working out filters to throw on the replies as they come in.]

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[Oh whoa, is someone feeling social today? So weird, even if it's for a greater cause. Jason will indulge him with a semi-truth.]

I snuck out and took my dad's car for a drive. He wasn't too happy about it.

[Oh good someone's got the sense to filter at the start so Robin doesn't have to auto-filter his reply -- and oh it's Jason. Jason what are you doing.]

Cute. I'm sure your father gave you an earful about it.

[He is helping. And also being a brat. At the same time.]

Tried to. We didn't really talk much after we got home. Didn't see each other in the morning, either, because I woke up here instead.

Unconsciousness seems to be a common thread from the reports I'm getting. We just don't have enough information to tell the significance of it.

Yeah. I mean, even if we knew it was the same for everybody, it still doesn't explain what happened.

I've got some other ideas, but it's not concrete. I don't want to follow a falae direction.

[Slade is totally not a false direction. :|]

[oh my god, Dick, you need help.]

No one likes doing extra work. [...actually, no, he's pretty sure you do.] But here, there aren't many directions to follow in the first place, are there?

[He most certainly does NOT.]

I've already wasted too much time. I have to be sure.

I get you. [...sort of...] A maybe's not gonna cut it. I'd offer to help but, you know, my hands are still full.

When your hands are less full, I reset the window for you.

[...okay, he smirks at that. He can't help himself.]

If you wanted to hang out with me so bad, all you had to do was say so, Robin.

I thought I just did.

...close enough, I guess. [Sorry, dude, he just can't handle all this friendliness!!] Uh, did you need anything?

I never do.

[He needs someone to tell him that he can't grow facial hair and that he needs to shave that ridiculous patchy stubble thing.]

[He just doesn't do well with hair at all, does he...]

Okay, let me rephrase that. Want anything? I bet your eating habits are terrible.

[WHATEVER. His hair is the coolest hair that ever happened to anyone ever.]

I'm eating fine.

Hey, if you insist. I just thought I'd offer since, well, you're kinda bad at asking for things.

[Not that he can blame him, but hey.]

I ask for plenty of things.

[DO YOU WANT MORE ASSIGNMENTS, JASON? Robin can send you plenty of other places that need stalking.]

[NO HE'S GOOD. He probably already knows where everyone sleeps by now and this information is not as useful as it could be.]

Well, if you say so. But if you change your mind, let me know. I'll be by in a few hours.

[But it could be useful later. You never know.]

I'll be here. [You know. Like he always has been lately.]

[So once Jason's finished doing stalkery things that night, he makes his way back to their apartment building. He doesn't bother to knock on the window or anything (in fact, it's more fun if he can manage to sneak up on him), and despite what Dick had said earlier, he's still careful—just in case the window is still rigged and he lied, or maybe if there's something else near the window that might trip him up instead.

Better safe than sorry, after all. Besides, he wouldn't put doing any of that past him.]

[What do you even mean, Jason? Of course the window is armed. That's what he meant when he said it was reset.

But by all means, do what you do. He's packed up in his windowless monitoring room anyway. He'll even try to look surprised when Jason gets there.]

[~~wow, I pay so much attention!!~~ It'll probably take a bit, but really, this is so much more fun compared to stalking people. (Even if he'd still totally do it anyway.) It's not hard to figure out where Dick would be, either, but these apartments don't really give much room for sneaking around... Oh well. He was expecting him anyway, so no loss.

At least he's quiet all the way up until he finds him.]

Wow, it's a real party in here.

[Robin looks about as well as he's been looking lately. He's got that "no direct sunlight in a month" pallor, that ~~hideous~~ ~~patchy~~ stubble, and undereye puffiness so serious it's starting to be visible under his mask in a way only another robin would be able to recognize. It's that "all the all-nighters" look. He hasn't even gelled his hair properly, indirectly giving him a slightly more Nightwing-ish look. Sort of.
tl;dr he could use an intervention.]

It's absolutely jumping.

You did good getting through the window. The bugs didn't pick you up this time.

[Yeah, Dick looks about as awesome as he expected him to, but he's not sure how to handle this. He didn't really seem like he'd listen to him...]

Did you expect anything else? You'd better start picking up the slack, though, it's not even a challenge anymore.

[Well, okay, maybe it is, but shhh. He likes talking big.]

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