He was bruised, he'd just walked back to the castle from a field somewhere on the grounds, where he'd come to in the middle of the night, dressed in women's bright clashing clothing, with make up on and butter-fly clips in his hair.
By the time Terry got to his room, in his boxer briefs, and the skirt knotted to look a little less frilly and a little more loincloth, he hadn't been in a very good mood.
Not getting the chance to even wash his face properly before an owl flew at his head, had been irritating. Dick not mentioning if it was actually about Tim, given the day most people had just had, had him scrambling for clothes, until he realized he'd been getting to know the castle by the air, not by a map, and he'd have to put on the suit anyway to find the damn tower.
More like fifteen minutes later, Terry touched down on the rooftop, glider wings whisking closed behind him.
"Wing" He started off, hand up at his ear, scanning the rooftop out of habit. But then he pulled off the mask and cowl. He wasn't going to do power-plays when something could have happened to Tim. "What happened, what's wrong." It wasn't old Batvoice or young Batvoice, just something a little tinged with young Bruce Wayne maybe, to those who'd remember it. Something easily put down to unconscious influence.
"There's nothing wrong with Tim, that I know of. I haven't spoken to him in a day or two, but that's nothing new." Dick was seated – in civvies, specifically a pair of jeans and a Gotham Knights sweatshirt – on the edge of the roof, and didn't turn around to greet Terry, or even look at him. His voice was a flat monotone, carefully even.
Still carefully not looking at Terry, he shifted away from the edge a little, and held up a hand with a piece of paper (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/375818.html?thread=17828618#t17828618) in it. Ryuuji's handwriting. "Care to explain this?"
Still a controlled voice, but a careful listener would have heard a hint of simmering anger underneath. Dick was pissed.
He arched a brow. Brought up here under false pretenses and... oh yes, angry about something. The piece of paper made no sense to Terry immediately, until he thought he saw familiar ink and handwriting.
Still, he had to check for a signature to be sure, and though he caught flashes of words. it was obvious he hadn't read it.
"Why are you showing me a private communication between you and Ryuujii ?"
Lies of omission weren't real lies, especially if used for a good purpose. Which Dick would have had to admit (if forced to be honest) that this probably was not, but he didn't exactly care.
"Apparently," responded Dick, almost sweetly, "you and Ryuuji are -" he paused, trying to find a word he wouldn't choke on "- involved." Still very carefully avoiding looking at the younger man, Dick sprang neatly up into a handstand where a bit of the rooftop protruded for an attic window, balancing first on one splayed set of fingers, then on the other.
Still doing his balancing act, he added, voice still detached: "Were you planning on ever mentioning it to me, out of curiosity?"
"Involved ? Is that what he said ?" Terry tracked Dick with his eyes, recognizing the display for the challenge it was.
"What's there to say ?" He continued quietly. "I told Ryuuji that I didn't want to step on any toes, bring up any past scenes. He told me there wasn't anything to bring up. You're best friends, you'd be concerned about his choices and that would be that."
Terry leaned against a the slant of the roof. "I wasn't expecting you to hear anything now. Ryuuji is on the rebound. He knows I'm not interested in that. Still, you and I don't know each other." He paused a moment. "Don't even like each other. So maybe he knows what he's doing telling you now."
Terry arched a brow, voice low but pitched. "You brought me up here cause there's something I should know ?"
Dick walked with practiced carelessness on his hands up to the top of the roof, launching into small handspring when he got there. It was partially a display, but it was also a way to calm his nerves - a supremely physical person, he was always at his best, mentally, while in motion.
"He didn't use that exact word, but what he described sounded a little too intense to just be flirting." Dick was trying very hard to keep his voice even, but the strain was definitely wearing through now. "And he told me because he's my friend." Heavy emphasis on that word.
Back down to the window; he wished he had picked a wider expanse of roof. "I want you to back off."
Terry folded his arms. He knew Dick wasn't kidding, but that didn't make things any less humorous.
"Back off ? What is this a Saturday evening teen drama ? Oh wait, what am I saying. Of course it is. Cause it's all about Dick. Y'know, he's a better friend to you than you are to him. He honestly thought you wouldn't pull this. I kept hoping for his sake that you're not the same Nightwing I know. Now I have to say 'I told you so'."
He was not looking forward to it. "I'm moving at my own pace, Grayson." He smiled a bit. "When Ryuu let's me." Terry started pushing off the roof. "Grow up and deal already. He doesn't deserve to be put in the middle of your early life crisis. No one does."
"Wow, so I'm not allowed to be angry that my friend is getting involved with someone like you?" Dick may not know Terry very well, but he certainly had already come to several conclusions about the other. He couldn't have honestly said how much had to do with distaste for Terry's personality, how much had to deal with wanting to shoot the messenger for what he had told him about Dick's apparent future, and how much was just plain and simple inability to deal with someone who looked, and sounded, and moved, the way Terry did.
There was a reason Dick wasn't looking at him.
Knowing even as he did so that he was being immature, he spat, "I was here first." . . . It was a distressingly Bruceish thing to say, but he plowed ahead anyway, because if there was anything he expected another member of the 'family' to understand, it was a territorial instinct. "Would it be so hard to find someone who wasn't mine -" The acrobat cut himself off, but slightly too late to keep the word from escaping.
Calm, Grayson, calm. Mentally running through the beginning of a mediation exercise, he took a deep breath, and continued, voice tired. "I don't want to put either of you through my 'early life crisis'. But – I'm sorry, I just –"
Terry walked up the side of the roof, not wondering about his balance. Dick was the acrobat. He was the ex-wrestler guy with a neural interface with a suit of wonder, and Bruce's even heavier future hand involved in what counted for peak physical fitness.
He wasn't quite sure where to start, so he started with the easiest the minute Dick trailed off.
"The thing about someone being yours, Grayson. Is that they have to know it. I don't know what's going on with you and Ryuuji, but he doesn't see himself as yours that way. As for any other way, I got to know him because you approved him. You and Tim are comfortable with him, trust him. He understands what I'm talking about because he's had you around to build a foundation."
He crouched at the peak of the roof, one hand gently grazing the surface, his weight balanced as if technology wouldn't keep him there regardless. His head tilted slightly.
"As for someone like me..." He smiled just a bit with a touch of smirk. "What like are we talking about here, Grayson? Another member of the family? Someone male? Someone from the future? Someone who thinks any respect you get has to be earned?. There's a list. And so far all it really adds up to is someone who's not you. So are we gonna talk here, or are you gonna keep dicking around. Cause I don't have all night, Richard. I've got plans."
"Not mine like – that. He's my friend." Maybe he should have bitched Terry out by owl; at least then he would have had more time to think out his arguments. "I don't want -" even he had to admit saying he didn't want Ryuuji to get hurt was a red herring at best. Time to, perhaps, be honest. "I don't want to lose him, and I don't trust you not to try to change his mind about me. After all," a sardonic twist crept into his voice, "you've already set a precedent for charging in and telling me what a horrible person I am without any provocation. I have zero reason to have any faith in you."
Expression irritable, Dick flipped back onto his feet. "And yes, you being a Bat is part of it. I don't care that you're a guy," not completely true, but 100% truthfulness was for suckers, "or from the future, or whatever, but I don't exactly have the highest opinion of anyone who buys Bruce's bullshit. And don't give me that fucking 'respect has to be earned' cliché. It's not like I've done a hell of a lot to earn your distain – and don't lecture me on what the me you know did, I'm not that guy - but I seem to have that anyway."
The Voice made him freeze for a moment, before finally jerking around to glare at Terry. "And stop using that damn voice! It doesn't impress me that you're Bruce's little parrot."
Terry just looked puzzled. First at the thought that Dick thought he'd lose Ryuuji. He'd had the same thought that Dick might feel that way, but Ryuuji had made things pretty damn clear. So what else hadn't been written in that letter.
Then he'd been puzzled at the thought that being the Bat was untrustworthy. Whatever issues Dick had with Bruce, he wasn't Bruce. Though he supposed expecting to be treated for himself was as fair in Nightwing's eyes as Nightwing of the here and now being treated like the Dick of the future. Though Nightwing was the one acting every inch of his future self. He and Bruce might both be Batman but they were two separate people.
The sudden snap and glare, however, left Terry's eyes wide with surprise. Because maybe Nightwing couldn't tell the difference. He'd mention it before, the voice. Then Terry'd been playing around with the suit's sonics. Now however...
He put a hand on his throat, but no, the sonics weren't on.
"Nightwing, this is my voice" He couldn't help chuckling a bit, darkly, though a look of slight concentration flickered over his face as he focused on pitching his voice lighter.
"You... you annoyed me. It slipped." He smiled, a light sly tugging upwards of his lips. "Me as the old man's parrot though, that's a nice one."
Terry shook his head. "Look, I don't know what's going on between you and Ryuuji, but you two need to sort it out. Because he told me, and I believe him, that you couldn't get rid of him as your friend without surgery to pull you two apart. And maybe not even then. So again I'm not the one you should be talking to. As for respect, you haven't done a whole lot to impress me by stamping your foot every five seconds and pouting. And I really haven't been paying attention to trying to impress you."
He frowned and cleared his throat, but his eyes showed a flicker of annoyance of having to control his own damn voice just to have this conversation.
Dick had issues. While this was by no means an exciting breakthrough revelation, it nevertheless was important to explaining why Dick was living up to his name something fierce. In this specific case, he had issues that revolved around a certain previous experience when someone had picked the Bat over him, (at least as far as he saw it) and a deep-set dread that it was about to happen again.
Ryuuji might have said he wasn't going to abandon Dick, but he wouldn't have been a protégé of Bruce's if he didn't have a tich of paranoia in him.
He pivoted on his heel – looking at Terry too long made him uneasy – and said, in a strained voice, "Stop fucking with me. You sound exactly like Bruce. There's no way you're doing that by accident. It's freaky enough how much you look like him, you don't need to go for extra creepy points, okay?"
"Ryuuji might say that, but –" Well, he hardly wanted to say that his friend was being unrealistic. Instead, he latched onto the easier issue. "'Stamping my foot and pouting'? Wait, I'm not allowed to be freaked out that you're honing in on my life? Maybe you've forgotten, but you're a complete stranger! And what I have seen of you, I really don't like."
His eyes narrowed and Terry stood, making his way purposely towards Dick, having absolutely no intention of respecting personal space.
"Fucking with you ?!" If his voice was anything to go by he had just lost his temper. "I look like me. You're the one letting personal bias twist his reality. I sound like me. The old man's grittier, deeper and sounds as if he's never laughed in his life."
Terry moved to jab Dick on the shoulder, using his small extra measure of height. But he stopped himself, fingers curling in the air. Cause that was the way to start a fight.
"You don't trust your friend. Fine, your problem. You have some obsession with the old man ? Fine, also your problem. Stop trying to make them mine. And stop trying to use it as an excuse to hate me. Because right now, my version of you has nothing on this spoilt brat."
Terry's eyes flickered over Dick's body, from head to toe and back again. "You're just as much of a disappointment here."
In a bit of poor planning, Dick was too close to the edge of the roof to back away. Not that he could have managed it even if there had been room. He was wide-eyed and staring, shoulders hunched, like a dog unexpectedly punished for bad behavior which had been previously tolerated.
The funny thing was that Dick hadn't really been trying to set Terry off – at least not with the comment about his voice. Because the younger man really did sound eerily like Bruce. Especially the Bruce that Dick could still remember from his childhood, back when he still idolized the man. It was incredibly unsettling.
Fighting the instinctive urge to obey, Dick listened silently until Terry finished. It was a long moment before he responded, voice a low snarl. "Fuck. You. I've known Bruce since I was eleven, I think I know what his fucking voice sounds like. And don't you dare accuse me of trying to make my problems yours!" His voice rose. "I didn't ask you to show up and start putting on a fucking oracle of all things Gotham act, but if you're gonna do that, you jackass, then I think I've got some right to be upset when you're wrong. I don't give a shit what you think, but if you try to make the people I care about believe your bullshit, then –"
It was a remarkable display of self-control that Dick didn't punch Terry right there, because he wanted to so badly he could taste it. Plan B: leave. Of course, that was difficult with Terry right up in his personal space. "Move."
"You're comparing a voice from memory to me knowing my own voice all my life ?!" If anything, the angrier Terry got, the stiller and more controlled his voice got.
At oracle, Terry's eyes narrowed. At jackass, they seemed to flare, lit up from within blue but bright. At wrong, he tilted his head just enough to stare right into Dick's.
The stare lasted one heart-beat. Five. Seven. And then Terry stepped half way to the side. He wouldn't fight Dick while he was wearing the suit and not just out of respect for the Batman name either. But because he could seriously hurt Dick when he was in uniform and Dick wasn't that much of an ass. Or rather he was only an ass, not an enemy.
So he took the shift to the side, but kept his faze on Dick, knowing his eyes said 'Make me.' Knowing his eyes more than communicated that out of uniform Terry wanted to shut. Dick. up.
It occurred to Dick to argue; point out that, after all, no one's voice sounded the same to them as it did to everyone else, and that he knew a younger version of Bruce than Terry. But winning a stupid argument was less important than getting away and licking his wounds.
Especially with the eyes. Bruce did that, when Dick had managed to push him to serious anger. To the acrobat's already addled mindset – it was bad enough that Terry had the voice, and the face, and the way of moving, and he was a little confused on a gut level whether or not the person in front of him really was some funhouse mirror Bruce – it was the straw that broke the camel's back. He was bewildered, and intimidated, and a little frightened. But mostly extremely angry.
In other words, not in a state of mind to refuse a challenge.
With a snarl, he shoved; not heavy enough to tip Terry over (even without the suit) because Dick was furious, not homicidal, but certainly not a light brush on the shoulder, either.
At the touch, the steel in Terry's eyes fireworked in shades of blue. Dick wasn't the only one with a temper. He reached a hand up, grabbing for that arm, mentally accomodating for not crushing bone.
"Never do that again. Not when I'm wearing this. You have a problem with me, let me know it's between us as civilians. But don't ever do that again."
His eyes narrowed even more as Terry moved aside by letting himself fall off the building, pulling his cowl on as he dropped, and letting the glider wings snap out at the last possible second to pull out and disappear in shadows over the lawn.
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Date: 2006-04-04 01:58 am (UTC)Is Tim alright ?
Re: Owl to Dick
Date: 2006-04-04 02:06 am (UTC)Meet me on the rooftop of the Divination Tower in ten. I don't want to do this by owl.
- Dick
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Date: 2006-04-04 02:20 am (UTC)By the time Terry got to his room, in his boxer briefs, and the skirt knotted to look a little less frilly and a little more loincloth, he hadn't been in a very good mood.
Not getting the chance to even wash his face properly before an owl flew at his head, had been irritating. Dick not mentioning if it was actually about Tim, given the day most people had just had, had him scrambling for clothes, until he realized he'd been getting to know the castle by the air, not by a map, and he'd have to put on the suit anyway to find the damn tower.
More like fifteen minutes later, Terry touched down on the rooftop, glider wings whisking closed behind him.
"Wing" He started off, hand up at his ear, scanning the rooftop out of habit. But then he pulled off the mask and cowl. He wasn't going to do power-plays when something could have happened to Tim. "What happened, what's wrong." It wasn't old Batvoice or young Batvoice, just something a little tinged with young Bruce Wayne maybe, to those who'd remember it. Something easily put down to unconscious influence.
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Date: 2006-04-04 02:32 am (UTC)Still carefully not looking at Terry, he shifted away from the edge a little, and held up a hand with a piece of paper (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/375818.html?thread=17828618#t17828618) in it. Ryuuji's handwriting. "Care to explain this?"
Still a controlled voice, but a careful listener would have heard a hint of simmering anger underneath. Dick was pissed.
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Date: 2006-04-04 02:38 am (UTC)Still, he had to check for a signature to be sure, and though he caught flashes of words. it was obvious he hadn't read it.
"Why are you showing me a private communication between you and Ryuujii ?"
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Date: 2006-04-04 02:52 am (UTC)"Apparently," responded Dick, almost sweetly, "you and Ryuuji are -" he paused, trying to find a word he wouldn't choke on "- involved." Still very carefully avoiding looking at the younger man, Dick sprang neatly up into a handstand where a bit of the rooftop protruded for an attic window, balancing first on one splayed set of fingers, then on the other.
Still doing his balancing act, he added, voice still detached: "Were you planning on ever mentioning it to me, out of curiosity?"
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Date: 2006-04-04 03:43 am (UTC)"What's there to say ?" He continued quietly. "I told Ryuuji that I didn't want to step on any toes, bring up any past scenes. He told me there wasn't anything to bring up. You're best friends, you'd be concerned about his choices and that would be that."
Terry leaned against a the slant of the roof. "I wasn't expecting you to hear anything now. Ryuuji is on the rebound. He knows I'm not interested in that. Still, you and I don't know each other." He paused a moment. "Don't even like each other. So maybe he knows what he's doing telling you now."
Terry arched a brow, voice low but pitched. "You brought me up here cause there's something I should know ?"
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Date: 2006-04-04 04:16 am (UTC)"He didn't use that exact word, but what he described sounded a little too intense to just be flirting." Dick was trying very hard to keep his voice even, but the strain was definitely wearing through now. "And he told me because he's my friend." Heavy emphasis on that word.
Back down to the window; he wished he had picked a wider expanse of roof. "I want you to back off."
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Date: 2006-04-04 04:32 am (UTC)"Back off ? What is this a Saturday evening teen drama ? Oh wait, what am I saying. Of course it is. Cause it's all about Dick. Y'know, he's a better friend to you than you are to him. He honestly thought you wouldn't pull this. I kept hoping for his sake that you're not the same Nightwing I know. Now I have to say 'I told you so'."
He was not looking forward to it. "I'm moving at my own pace, Grayson." He smiled a bit. "When Ryuu let's me." Terry started pushing off the roof. "Grow up and deal already. He doesn't deserve to be put in the middle of your early life crisis. No one does."
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Date: 2006-04-04 04:59 am (UTC)There was a reason Dick wasn't looking at him.
Knowing even as he did so that he was being immature, he spat, "I was here first." . . . It was a distressingly Bruceish thing to say, but he plowed ahead anyway, because if there was anything he expected another member of the 'family' to understand, it was a territorial instinct. "Would it be so hard to find someone who wasn't mine -" The acrobat cut himself off, but slightly too late to keep the word from escaping.
Calm, Grayson, calm. Mentally running through the beginning of a mediation exercise, he took a deep breath, and continued, voice tired. "I don't want to put either of you through my 'early life crisis'. But – I'm sorry, I just –"
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Date: 2006-04-04 05:20 am (UTC)He wasn't quite sure where to start, so he started with the easiest the minute Dick trailed off.
"The thing about someone being yours, Grayson. Is that they have to know it. I don't know what's going on with you and Ryuuji, but he doesn't see himself as yours that way. As for any other way, I got to know him because you approved him. You and Tim are comfortable with him, trust him. He understands what I'm talking about because he's had you around to build a foundation."
He crouched at the peak of the roof, one hand gently grazing the surface, his weight balanced as if technology wouldn't keep him there regardless. His head tilted slightly.
"As for someone like me..." He smiled just a bit with a touch of smirk. "What like are we talking about here, Grayson? Another member of the family? Someone male? Someone from the future? Someone who thinks any respect you get has to be earned?. There's a list. And so far all it really adds up to is someone who's not you. So are we gonna talk here, or are you gonna keep dicking around. Cause I don't have all night, Richard. I've got plans."
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Date: 2006-04-04 03:23 pm (UTC)Expression irritable, Dick flipped back onto his feet. "And yes, you being a Bat is part of it. I don't care that you're a guy," not completely true, but 100% truthfulness was for suckers, "or from the future, or whatever, but I don't exactly have the highest opinion of anyone who buys Bruce's bullshit. And don't give me that fucking 'respect has to be earned' cliché. It's not like I've done a hell of a lot to earn your distain – and don't lecture me on what the me you know did, I'm not that guy - but I seem to have that anyway."
The Voice made him freeze for a moment, before finally jerking around to glare at Terry. "And stop using that damn voice! It doesn't impress me that you're Bruce's little parrot."
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Date: 2006-04-04 07:05 pm (UTC)Then he'd been puzzled at the thought that being the Bat was untrustworthy. Whatever issues Dick had with Bruce, he wasn't Bruce. Though he supposed expecting to be treated for himself was as fair in Nightwing's eyes as Nightwing of the here and now being treated like the Dick of the future. Though Nightwing was the one acting every inch of his future self. He and Bruce might both be Batman but they were two separate people.
The sudden snap and glare, however, left Terry's eyes wide with surprise. Because maybe Nightwing couldn't tell the difference. He'd mention it before, the voice. Then Terry'd been playing around with the suit's sonics. Now however...
He put a hand on his throat, but no, the sonics weren't on.
"Nightwing, this is my voice" He couldn't help chuckling a bit, darkly, though a look of slight concentration flickered over his face as he focused on pitching his voice lighter.
"You... you annoyed me. It slipped." He smiled, a light sly tugging upwards of his lips. "Me as the old man's parrot though, that's a nice one."
Terry shook his head. "Look, I don't know what's going on between you and Ryuuji, but you two need to sort it out. Because he told me, and I believe him, that you couldn't get rid of him as your friend without surgery to pull you two apart. And maybe not even then. So again I'm not the one you should be talking to. As for respect, you haven't done a whole lot to impress me by stamping your foot every five seconds and pouting. And I really haven't been paying attention to trying to impress you."
He frowned and cleared his throat, but his eyes showed a flicker of annoyance of having to control his own damn voice just to have this conversation.
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Date: 2006-04-04 08:34 pm (UTC)Ryuuji might have said he wasn't going to abandon Dick, but he wouldn't have been a protégé of Bruce's if he didn't have a tich of paranoia in him.
He pivoted on his heel – looking at Terry too long made him uneasy – and said, in a strained voice, "Stop fucking with me. You sound exactly like Bruce. There's no way you're doing that by accident. It's freaky enough how much you look like him, you don't need to go for extra creepy points, okay?"
"Ryuuji might say that, but –" Well, he hardly wanted to say that his friend was being unrealistic. Instead, he latched onto the easier issue. "'Stamping my foot and pouting'? Wait, I'm not allowed to be freaked out that you're honing in on my life? Maybe you've forgotten, but you're a complete stranger! And what I have seen of you, I really don't like."
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Date: 2006-04-04 08:46 pm (UTC)"Fucking with you ?!" If his voice was anything to go by he had just lost his temper. "I look like me. You're the one letting personal bias twist his reality. I sound like me. The old man's grittier, deeper and sounds as if he's never laughed in his life."
Terry moved to jab Dick on the shoulder, using his small extra measure of height. But he stopped himself, fingers curling in the air. Cause that was the way to start a fight.
"You don't trust your friend. Fine, your problem. You have some obsession with the old man ? Fine, also your problem. Stop trying to make them mine. And stop trying to use it as an excuse to hate me. Because right now, my version of you has nothing on this spoilt brat."
Terry's eyes flickered over Dick's body, from head to toe and back again. "You're just as much of a disappointment here."
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Date: 2006-04-04 09:40 pm (UTC)The funny thing was that Dick hadn't really been trying to set Terry off – at least not with the comment about his voice. Because the younger man really did sound eerily like Bruce. Especially the Bruce that Dick could still remember from his childhood, back when he still idolized the man. It was incredibly unsettling.
Fighting the instinctive urge to obey, Dick listened silently until Terry finished. It was a long moment before he responded, voice a low snarl. "Fuck. You. I've known Bruce since I was eleven, I think I know what his fucking voice sounds like. And don't you dare accuse me of trying to make my problems yours!" His voice rose. "I didn't ask you to show up and start putting on a fucking oracle of all things Gotham act, but if you're gonna do that, you jackass, then I think I've got some right to be upset when you're wrong. I don't give a shit what you think, but if you try to make the people I care about believe your bullshit, then –"
It was a remarkable display of self-control that Dick didn't punch Terry right there, because he wanted to so badly he could taste it. Plan B: leave. Of course, that was difficult with Terry right up in his personal space. "Move."
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Date: 2006-04-04 09:50 pm (UTC)At oracle, Terry's eyes narrowed. At jackass, they seemed to flare, lit up from within blue but bright. At wrong, he tilted his head just enough to stare right into Dick's.
The stare lasted one heart-beat. Five. Seven. And then Terry stepped half way to the side. He wouldn't fight Dick while he was wearing the suit and not just out of respect for the Batman name either. But because he could seriously hurt Dick when he was in uniform and Dick wasn't that much of an ass. Or rather he was only an ass, not an enemy.
So he took the shift to the side, but kept his faze on Dick, knowing his eyes said 'Make me.' Knowing his eyes more than communicated that out of uniform Terry wanted to shut. Dick. up.
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:44 am (UTC)Especially with the eyes. Bruce did that, when Dick had managed to push him to serious anger. To the acrobat's already addled mindset – it was bad enough that Terry had the voice, and the face, and the way of moving, and he was a little confused on a gut level whether or not the person in front of him really was some funhouse mirror Bruce – it was the straw that broke the camel's back. He was bewildered, and intimidated, and a little frightened. But mostly extremely angry.
In other words, not in a state of mind to refuse a challenge.
With a snarl, he shoved; not heavy enough to tip Terry over (even without the suit) because Dick was furious, not homicidal, but certainly not a light brush on the shoulder, either.
"I said move."
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:55 am (UTC)"Never do that again. Not when I'm wearing this. You have a problem with me, let me know it's between us as civilians. But don't ever do that again."
His eyes narrowed even more as Terry moved aside by letting himself fall off the building, pulling his cowl on as he dropped, and letting the glider wings snap out at the last possible second to pull out and disappear in shadows over the lawn.