Birds, Bats, and Tights

So I'm Gonna Fly

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oodelollie:

flylikearobin:

oodelollie:

I just have things to do that don’t involve banging my head against a brick wall and then getting sniped at when I ask if I wasted my time.

OK.  I’m sorry you feel you’ve wasted your time.  I didn’t intend for that to happen, and that’s a shame.

All right, that was a little harsh. But you know what I mean. We’ve been down this road before, Dick. 

Yeah, we have.  But I swear this time it’s not going to be the same.  I’m not going to let it end the same.  I want things to change, I just need to figure out the best way to go about it, and if that means stumbling over things and messing up on the way, I guess that’s what’ll happen.

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flylikearobin:

OK, no, the lack of holding my liquor thing was a joke, sorry if that didn’t come through.  Secondly, if I’m going to be spending the time to nurse off the rest of this hangover, I just figured I’d do it in a dark and comfortable place.  Maybe I should find a more adult way to handle my self-destructive recovery, like going on a roadtrip and abandoning my family, or finding something harder to kill the pain.

Because, really, is this about the pillow fort and Bruce, or the fact that sometimes I’d really rather not think about what was one of the worst weeks of my life and toy with the idea of not having to?

Why are you asking ME what this is about? I thought I was pretty clear. If you wanna stay where you are in life, let me know so I don’t bother thinking otherwise. 

Shit, not like I’m dictating who you wanna be, Dick. You go on ahead and be whatever makes you happy, and if it’s building pillow forts and watching kids egg people, go for it. I just have things to do that don’t involve banging my head against a brick wall and then getting sniped at when I ask if I wasted my time.

OK.  I’m sorry you feel you’ve wasted your time.  I didn’t intend for that to happen, and that’s a shame.

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oodelollie:

flylikearobin:

Yeah, I have bad track record with booze.  Blame all the “clear mind, clear body, chum!” stuff I was taught.

I’ve decided to build a couch pillow fort and there’s a deli that delivers chicken wings, so I should be good to go.  And I’ll even stay away from the unsolved mystery TV shows to stay as calm as possible.

Okay, hang on — was all that talking we did just to pass the time? Because now you’re building a goddamn pillow fort and blaming Bruce for you not being able to hold your liquor, which, jesus. 

I mean, if you intend to declare to my face that you want to stop using Bruce as an excuse and start acting like a grown up and then make absolutely no effort to do those things, just let me know and I won’t waste my time helping you work things out. 

OK, no, the lack of holding my liquor thing was a joke, sorry if that didn’t come through.  Secondly, if I’m going to be spending the time to nurse off the rest of this hangover, I just figured I’d do it in a dark and comfortable place.  Maybe I should find a more adult way to handle my self-destructive recovery, like going on a roadtrip and abandoning my family, or finding something harder to kill the pain.

Because, really, is this about the pillow fort and Bruce, or the fact that sometimes I’d really rather not think about what was one of the worst weeks of my life and toy with the idea of not having to?

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oodelollie:

flylikearobin:

The last time I got horrendously drunk, my apartment complex had been blown up, I watched someone die, and I nearly married my rapist.  Drunk isn’t a thing I do that often.

Wait, you seriously mean this could last for DAYS???  I’m gonna die.

…christ, maybe you shouldn’t EVER get drunk at that rate, buckaroo. 

Get yourself the greasiest food you can think of, hole up at home, and eat plenty of it with lots of fresh water. Nap and watch tv and take ibuprofen and whine at friends and you’ll be fine after another night’s sleep!

Yeah, I have bad track record with booze.  Blame all the “clear mind, clear body, chum!” stuff I was taught.

I’ve decided to build a couch pillow fort and there’s a deli that delivers chicken wings, so I should be good to go.  And I’ll even stay away from the unsolved mystery TV shows to stay as calm as possible.

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oodelollie:

flylikearobin:

oodelollie:

You also have done less reprehensible things than I have.

There’s a pain-wipe that’s readily available, yeah. That’s why you had a hangover.

Oh god, don’t remind me.  I think I’m still feeling it.  Please tell me I’m not falling into “lasts over four hours, call your doctor” territory.

When was the last time you got properly drunk?? I’ve had hangovers that lasted DAYS.

The last time I got horrendously drunk, my apartment complex had been blown up, I watched someone die, and I nearly married my rapist.  Drunk isn’t a thing I do that often.

Wait, you seriously mean this could last for DAYS???  I’m gonna die.

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oodelollie:

flylikearobin:

oodelollie:

You were talking with Zee and this came up? What were you talking about?

And here I’d rather remember things I’ve done rather than something that’s happened to me.  Then again, all that Bat training really does a number on trying to forget things, what with all that “intense attention to detail” stuff.

Times when Bruce has been angry with us.  She brought up the mind-wipe and it got me thinking.  I wonder if there’s like a pain-wipe or something that won’t remove the memory, just make it hurt a little less.

You also have done less reprehensible things than I have.

There’s a pain-wipe that’s readily available, yeah. That’s why you had a hangover.

Oh god, don’t remind me.  I think I’m still feeling it.  Please tell me I’m not falling into “lasts over four hours, call your doctor” territory.

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oodelollie:

flylikearobin:

OK.  Yeah, that makes sense.  I mean, that’s probably part of recovery, right?  You can’t accept it and move past it if you don’t even remember it.  It’s just sometimes I wish….  But everyone probably does, huh?

Thanks.  I was talking to Zee and it came up, but I wanted to get another opinion because I’m not sure I trust mine all the time.  Thanks.

There’s other things I wish I didn’t remember, but those have to do with actions of my own that I’ve regretted, not so much things that were done to me. Of course there’s a big part of my childhood that I can’t remember even if I try, so hey, take this with a bag of salt.

You were talking with Zee and this came up? What were you talking about?

And here I’d rather remember things I’ve done rather than something that’s happened to me.  Then again, all that Bat training really does a number on trying to forget things, what with all that “intense attention to detail” stuff.

Times when Bruce has been angry with us.  She brought up the mind-wipe and it got me thinking.  I wonder if there’s like a pain-wipe or something that won’t remove the memory, just make it hurt a little less.

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flylikearobin asked: If you could forget what she did to you, would you? Not hypothetical, asking for an actual reason.

oodelollie:

I already don’t remember the actual event, I was too out of it. To the point where I didn’t even understand what had happened, for years. 

But if you mean just forget wholesale that it ever happened? No, I wouldn’t. That would be even more grotesque, to have that experience in my history but not know about it, while other people /do/.

OK.  Yeah, that makes sense.  I mean, that’s probably part of recovery, right?  You can’t accept it and move past it if you don’t even remember it.  It’s just sometimes I wish….  But everyone probably does, huh?

Thanks.  I was talking to Zee and it came up, but I wanted to get another opinion because I’m not sure I trust mine all the time.  Thanks.

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oodelollie:

- chatzy log written with flylikearobin

Dickiebird holes himself up in the darkest, quietest part of the lounge and lays out, the shapeless clothes and dark sunglasses making him look like a celebrity not wanting to be seen.

Ollie goes into the lounge to see if he left his own sunglasses there and only because he’s searching, notices Dick in his corner. It looks like Dick’s sleeping or doesn’t want to be disturbed or something, though (Ollie’s done the dodging the paparazzi look a lot himself, after all) so he doesn’t disturb him. Just keeps hunting under tables and in booth cushions. Dickiebird lolls his head to one side, watching Ollie in silence for a few moments, then turns back the other way, where something dark is staring at him from under a table. “Lose something?” he asks, not turning again, his voice cracking from sleep and lack of use.

"Sunglasses. You wearin’ em?" Ollie stands up, dusting his knees.

Dickiebird shakes his head automatically, then blinks and removes his sunglasses, staring at them intently. “These aren’t mine.” He looks back under the table. “Those are mine. How did they get there?”

Ollie goes over and appropriates his shades from Dick. “Thank you.” He fetches the other ones and hands them to Dick, saying, “You came up here to recover from your hangover? You should eat something.”1

Dickiebird tucks the sunglasses in his shirt and grimaces. “It’s quieter. I forgot how many sirens go off in Blüdhaven. And I had… pancakes.”

"Jason made you pancakes? I should get him to make me pancakes! This is an important skill." Ollie goes so far as to make a note of this in his phone. "Well, I won’t disturb you, then. Hope the booze did the trick for whatever you needed it for."

"Hurt my hand," he says, waving it almost proudly. "Yay for booze?" He bites his lip for a second before hurriedly asking, "Have you talked to Bruce lately?"

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thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

Dick scrunches his nose at him, but doesn’t object.  ”You’d better.  I think I’m too pretty to remember too many of them.”  He grins and settles in at the kitchen table as Jason brings over their plates.  ”Was I horribly embarrassing last night?  Oh god, I didn’t try to make out with you, did I?”

"Right, of course, can’t put too much in your pretty head," he says, reaching over to affectionately ruffle Dick’s hair. The first batch of pancakes done, he starts setting them on the plates. "Nah, just the usual amount of embarrassing. And no, you warned me you might try, but you never tried to get to first base."

Dick lets out a small sigh of relief and goes for silverware.  ”Thank goodness.  The last thing I want to do is be a super creepy drunk.”

He rifles through the drawers, having a bit of a hard time grasping things with his injured hand, and steals glances over at Jason.  ”Can you tell me what I said?  Like, it doesn’t need to be word-for-word, Bruce-level intense, but, like, was it anything bad?”  He shuts the drawer and returns to the table.  ”I only remember you saying a few things, not much of what I said.”

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thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

"I’d like that.  That sounds nice."  Dick finally gets up, a little unsteady on his feet, but he makes it into the kitchen and gets out plates without incident.  "I’m honestly not that bad," he says, watching Jason cook.  "I’m just lazy.  I could never really sit still enough to learn from Alfred or anything."

"Sure you’re not," he says, dragging out the words, obviously teasing. Of course, he’s still not about to believe that until he actually sees Dick cook something without setting his kitchen on fire. "Makes sense. I’ll make sure to keep the recipes I teach you nice and short."

Dick scrunches his nose at him, but doesn’t object.  ”You’d better.  I think I’m too pretty to remember too many of them.”  He grins and settles in at the kitchen table as Jason brings over their plates.  ”Was I horribly embarrassing last night?  Oh god, I didn’t try to make out with you, did I?”

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thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

"I can make soup!" Dick says proudly.  "And I’m really good at spicing things.  And I can make pancakes and stuff with instructions.  Just, usually I end up making too much.  It doesn’t seem like the proportions are right on a lot of the recipes."

"Well, that’s something." Normally he’d try to pop Dick’s little bubble of pride with some obnoxious comment, but… after last night, that’s probably the last thing he needs right now. "I could try to teach you more stuff if you want," he says casually as he starts adding blobs of batter to the pan. "Mind grabbing me a plate for these when they’re ready?"

"I’d like that.  That sounds nice."  Dick finally gets up, a little unsteady on his feet, but he makes it into the kitchen and gets out plates without incident.  "I’m honestly not that bad," he says, watching Jason cook.  "I’m just lazy.  I could never really sit still enough to learn from Alfred or anything."

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thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

Dick grins a little too wide and smashes up some fruit loops with glee, letting them crumble into the batter so Jason could mix them in.  ”We should do this more often.  Cook together, hang out more.  Make up for lost time.”

Jason mixes them in, the batter turning a number of interesting colors in various spot, though he stops before it all mixes together, knowing the end result would be a rather unappetizing mud color. With a thoughtful hum, he gives a faint nod as he sets up a pan to start actually cooking. “Yeah, but I’m pretty sure I’d be doing most of the cooking. Can you even make anything that isn’t cereal?” He’s mostly teasing, but it honestly wouldn’t surprise him if that’s the case. 

"I can make soup!" Dick says proudly.  "And I’m really good at spicing things.  And I can make pancakes and stuff with instructions.  Just, usually I end up making too much.  It doesn’t seem like the proportions are right on a lot of the recipes."

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thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

"Yeah, I didn’t realized I’d left it until I came back.  I just sorta took off."  Dick munches on a handful of cereal before Jason mentions putting them in the pancakes, and his eyes light up as if Jason had just told him the secret of life.  "That sounds amazing.  We should do it!"

Batter most of the way put together, Jason flashes him a grin and slides the bowl over a little closer to Dick. “Crumble some up and put ‘em in. Might make ‘em a little extra sweet.” Which he’s fairly sure is going to be more of a problem for him than for Dick.

Dick grins a little too wide and smashes up some fruit loops with glee, letting them crumble into the batter so Jason could mix them in.  ”We should do this more often.  Cook together, hang out more.  Make up for lost time.”

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thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

He ponders this question for longer than it probably should take before announcing, “Pancakes!  But give me the fruit loops box, I wanna snack first.”

"Uh huh, burn the bridges, but leave yourself plenty of Cheerios just in case, I see how it is," he replies with a small, teasing roll of his eyes. "But you left it to rot in the first place, still kinda bad. Just cause you gotta skip town doesn’t mean you should waste perfectly good food." Jason’s mostly teasing, though that is one of his many pet peeves.

He hands over the box and starts grabbing ingredients to whip up some batter. “Y’know, you could put the fruit loops in the pancakes. Bet it’d turn ‘em cool colors.”

"Yeah, I didn’t realized I’d left it until I came back.  I just sorta took off."  Dick munches on a handful of cereal before Jason mentions putting them in the pancakes, and his eyes light up as if Jason had just told him the secret of life.  "That sounds amazing.  We should do it!"

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