thebatbutler: (Phone call)
Alfred Pennyworth ([personal profile] thebatbutler) wrote2014-12-10 12:25 am

IC Contact for Mask or Menace

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performance: (A monument to my father’s repression.)

[personal profile] performance 2014-08-24 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of course there's more. And of course Alfred would pick up on it. He's sure that if he tells Alfred that he doesn't want to talk about it, he'd leave it at that. But maybe — maybe telling someone wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'd actually have some kind of useful advice. And he probably owes Alfred some honesty with all this, besides.

He makes a small, overwhelmed noise, resting his face in his hands, elbows on the table. After a moment, he spreads his fingers enough to peer through the cracks at Alfred. ]


It's nothing. I mean— it's not nothing nothing, but it's... trivial. In the big scheme of things.

[ It's not talking to him that's the problem, it's admitting to this obnoxiously teenage thing he's been coping with. He should be above it, but he doesn't know how to be. He pulls his hands back down, folding them between his knees, his mouth set in a tight line. ]

See, when I told Wally everything, I kinda... told him everything. [ A faint blush creeps up the back of his neck, coloring the tips of his ears pink. His stomach churns uncomfortably. ] That I like him. I don't know why I said it, except that I didn't wanna keep any secrets anymore, I guess. Not from him. And he— I don't think he completely hated the idea? He didn't— freak out or anything. He seemed like he was even maybe a little flattered? I don't know. But he said he needed to think about it, and then time passed, and then he went to Colorado and all of that happened, and now...

... I can't ask. It's been too long and he has too much other stuff to think about. But he gets this look in his eyes sometimes, like he's maybe thinking about it, and I can't tell if it's good thinking or bad thinking.

And I'm rambling now. So I'll stop. But, that's it, basically. The thing I don't know how to deal with.
performance: (We all wish we were worms.)

[personal profile] performance 2014-08-24 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Balance between himself and Robin. It's something he still isn't sure how to do. His model, after all, is Bruce, and sometimes Dick wonders whether Bruce or Batman is the one wearing a mask. Neither Dick nor Robin feels like him, sometimes, and outside of Bruce and Alfred, Wally's the only one who knows both halves of him. The only one who makes him feel like a whole person — like he doesn't have to be anyone but himself, whoever that person is.

Maybe that's why Dick feels the way he does.

Hearing that the version of him that Alfred knows is good at it, better than Bruce... something warm, sort of like hope, flickers in his chest. Maybe it's possible for him to be Robin and have a life. Maybe, maybe, maybe. ]


Honestly? I don't know. Wally's really good at ignoring things that shake up his worldview. So if he hasn't said anything by now, maybe he never will. Maybe he's convinced himself that I didn't really mean it. That it was a joke or something.

[ Dick sighs, folding his arms on the table, resting his chin there. Getting it off his chest is helping, in a way, but he still feels a little like he's taking an ice cream scoop to his insides. ]

... I hate that this isn't something I can work at until I get it right. That if he doesn't like me, maybe he'll never like me, and I have to be okay with that. I'm not— great at that. Taking "you're not good enough" for an answer. Not when it's something that matters this much.