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dollymixturesIt is very, very difficult to sneak around in a house containing a man with super hearing. Translation; It was impossible to sneak around in a house containing a man with superhearing, as Dick had discovered repeatedly on increasingly ingenious cookie-stealing kitchen missions. There really was no way to do it without Clark catching you.
It is, however, much easier to do said sneaking when the house didn't contain aforementioned owner of super hearing, which is why Dick would engage in his little extra-curricular activities only on days when Clark was away on 'business trips', preferably ones that took him far away from Metropolis.
Today was one of those days, or it had been one of those days, until he'd caught a glimpse of Superman in the sky over the city.
"Oh crap. Wow, that's my curfew, I better get home." he quipped to the mugger he'd just interrupted "Hate to leave it like this but it really is past my bedtime."
Throwing jokes about his youth always put the bad guys on the back foot, it robbed them of their material. It also gave him the precious few seconds of confusion that he needed to swing himself up onto the fire escape and climb up to the roof. He wished he could have done more, but it was at least one woman who was heading home with her purse tonight thanks to him. Now he just had to worry about getting home before Clark. Ha, like that was going to happen.
He tried to figure out what he was going to do as he ran across the rooftops. If he could change quick enough after he was inevitably caught sneaking in, he could maybe claim he'd been at a party or something equally innocuous. If only he'd brought a change of clothes out with him... nothing for it, he'd have to just take his chances.
Reaching the house, he slipped in through the bedroom window as silently as he could manage, immediately shedding his costume and shoving it under the bed as quickly as possible. Now he just had to pray he'd gotten away with it.
It is, however, much easier to do said sneaking when the house didn't contain aforementioned owner of super hearing, which is why Dick would engage in his little extra-curricular activities only on days when Clark was away on 'business trips', preferably ones that took him far away from Metropolis.
Today was one of those days, or it had been one of those days, until he'd caught a glimpse of Superman in the sky over the city.
"Oh crap. Wow, that's my curfew, I better get home." he quipped to the mugger he'd just interrupted "Hate to leave it like this but it really is past my bedtime."
Throwing jokes about his youth always put the bad guys on the back foot, it robbed them of their material. It also gave him the precious few seconds of confusion that he needed to swing himself up onto the fire escape and climb up to the roof. He wished he could have done more, but it was at least one woman who was heading home with her purse tonight thanks to him. Now he just had to worry about getting home before Clark. Ha, like that was going to happen.
He tried to figure out what he was going to do as he ran across the rooftops. If he could change quick enough after he was inevitably caught sneaking in, he could maybe claim he'd been at a party or something equally innocuous. If only he'd brought a change of clothes out with him... nothing for it, he'd have to just take his chances.
Reaching the house, he slipped in through the bedroom window as silently as he could manage, immediately shedding his costume and shoving it under the bed as quickly as possible. Now he just had to pray he'd gotten away with it.
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Date: 2015-08-19 06:18 am (UTC)Bruce just glared at Clark in response for the audacity to be right.
Dick glanced up at the two of them apparently still not aware of their little conversation "how are we getting there?"
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Date: 2015-08-19 12:08 pm (UTC)"Well, I'm sure Bruce brought a car. But if he didn't, there's always the Honda."
Clark's car, which was rather old and a little dodgy when it came to starting up, but entirely safe.
"I don't fly with these on, Dick." And he tapped his temple.
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Date: 2015-08-19 10:32 pm (UTC)"I brought a car," Bruce said bluntly, glaring at the honda and steering them both firmly towards his much more expensive and much flashier car. Dick was delighted, he was always delighted to ride in one of Bruce's fancy cars, and he flipped up onto his hands again to walk his way over to it. This was going to be the best day ever.
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Dick's ears were ringing, it was strange that it was his ears he was so focused on, but a gun fired at practically point blank range is apparently a little loud, and it's really strange for the world to suddenly be slightly muffled. Maybe it wasn't the noise, really, maybe it was the blood loss, because he had a hole on his leg that was bleeding out pretty bad. Speaking of pretty bad, it hurt. A lot. Worse than anything had ever hurt in his life. How hadn't he noticed that before?
Somewhere above him, Batman was already taking out the last of the gangsters, the one who'd fired his gun in surprise, the gun that had shot a hole right through Dick's leg. He was calling for backup and then seconds later he was there, crouching down and pressing his hands against the wound, telling Dick firmly to stay awake and stay with him, and that Clark would be here soon.
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Date: 2015-08-26 02:51 pm (UTC)"I'm going to have to cauterize it somewhat, the worst of it," he said quietly.