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[bluebirdwonder01]

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[bluebirdwonder01]

Dick just stares at Mar’i like she’s the oddest thing he’s ever encountered. He looked at Kori when she made the comment about the favoritism.

“I doubt that.” He said carefully.

“She likes you. She didn’t-“

He stared back down at the toddler that was reaching for him. Acting like she hadn’t just been terrified of him the entire day.

“She’ll start crying if I hold her.” Dick mumbled moving back from the toddler.

“She does better with..with the colors and stuff on the tv. She..I think I scare her.”

He fumbled with his words awkwardly. He still couldn’t understand why she was reaching for him.

"What am I doing wrong..?"

Dick had offered to take over with Mar'i for Kori to sort of switch their break days. She'd helped him so much with him being gone for as long as he was she needed a break with her friends. He was happy to give it. Three hours in Mar'i had woken up from her nap, and it was immediate wailing. He'd just assumed she was hungry so he put together a little snack, one of the little yogurt cups Kori had said she enjoyed.

He’d sat her down and tried to feed her the yogurt, they’d gotten about three bites in before she kept smacking the food away and wailing. He huffed frustrated before reminding himself to take deep breaths.

“Okay..okay. I’m gonna put this away and I’ll be back baby.”

He stood up carrying the yogurt away to put it in the fridge to save. The second he was out of sight the wailing turned to screaming. He almost immediately set the yogurt down and darted back into the living room. The screaming stopped. Okay.

She wanted someone around her. She was still crying. It slowed. He picked her up, planning to keep held while he put away the yogurt. The crying went straight back to wailing. He stared at the toddler like she’d grown a third head. He set her on the floor of the kitchen, and her crying sort’ve wavered. He took it for what it was. He turned his back for just a moment to put the yogurt away and somehow, she’d managed to get the nightlight in the wall in her mouth.

“Mar’i no!!”

His voice had slightly raised in a panic as he tried to pry the light out of her mouth, which resorted in another screech and then immediate sobbing. Dick felt like he was loosing it. Starting to regret not fixing his sleeping schedule while Mar’i was still not born yet. He’d not been able to patrol and had felt cooped up so he’d been up for a couple nights doing what he could.

Now with a screaming 2 year old he so very strongly regretted it. He scooped the toddler up, shushing her and bouncing. A steady motion, he knew sometimes they helped. It didn’t. She just started squirming in his hold. Dick didn’t know what she wanted. He didn’t know how to know. He set her down on the couch and looked around for some sort of toy, finding one of those chewy rings handing it to her.

“See? You can chew on this.”

He offered voice near a plead, the child looked over it; and, for the tiniest little moment he thought he’d succeeded. Until the ring was promptly thrown at his forehead. He yelped as it hit his head, rubbing the spot with a frown. The child stared at him before gearing up for another loud wail.

“Mar’i please don’t-“

He begged cupping her cheeks, but the try was futile. She just started crying once more. Dick wasn’t sure which hour he’d disconnected and moved on auto pilot. It may have been the third or fourth. He’d given up and turned on some random cartoon, which seemed to work, unless he got too close. So he let sit in front of the coffee table on a blanket to watch it while he sat against the couch a distance behind her.

He stared silently as he watched the tv, the noise just blurring with the small coos and squeals at the colorful lights on the screen. He glanced down at his phone silently, contemplating. No. He wouldn’t bug him. Bruce would just tell Dick what he’d already tried to tell himself. And he was like 99.9% sure Bruce was still upset about the whole building thing. So best if not.

The cartoons worked. Maybe she just didn’t wanna be around him. Kori would be home soon anyways. She liked Kori. That was a very gut wrenching realization. Not the fact she loved her mom, but the fact that maybe she didn’t want Dick around. If somehow the toddler knew what kind of parent he’d be, as if she already knew what it would be like. It made him sick.

If a toddler could already see it, how long until Kori did. That voice so tucked far into his head, a voice he hadn’t even thought of, whispering a reminder of the poison. Following him around like a tar. Stuck to every inch of his skin. Everything he touched getting sucked into the tar, covered in it and tainted by it.

[bluebirdwonder01]

Dick watched them quietly, leaning into the touch when she gave it. Watching both of them interact, how Mar’i immediately brightened. Maybe it was just him. He shoved it down, locking it away for a time when he alone to deal with it. He forced a small smile, offering a tired glance.

He was raised in performance, it wasn’t hard to do. Kori looked stunning though. And she was glowing. Good. Kori needed it, she deserved it. She was beautiful. He got up carefully stretching out his limbs that had cramped up from sitting in the same spot. He let Kori coo at Mar’i slipping off to the kitchen to make them some tea, and Mar’i a juice. He sort of hid out in the kitchen for a while, making sure to tuck it away, to recenter.

He put the kettle on the stove letting it boil waiting for the squeal as he dug around the fridge for a juice. Glancing at the half ate yogurt taking it out. He stepped to the kitchen door peeking his head out.

“Uhm, here’s her yogurt. I don’t know if she’s hungry. She didn’t really eat earlier.”

He set it on the table for Kori to grab, he didn’t want to send Mar’i into another wailing fit when she just got home.

“I’m making her juice it’ll be done in a second.”

"What am I doing wrong..?"

Dick had offered to take over with Mar'i for Kori to sort of switch their break days. She'd helped him so much with him being gone for as long as he was she needed a break with her friends. He was happy to give it. Three hours in Mar'i had woken up from her nap, and it was immediate wailing. He'd just assumed she was hungry so he put together a little snack, one of the little yogurt cups Kori had said she enjoyed.

He’d sat her down and tried to feed her the yogurt, they’d gotten about three bites in before she kept smacking the food away and wailing. He huffed frustrated before reminding himself to take deep breaths.

“Okay..okay. I’m gonna put this away and I’ll be back baby.”

He stood up carrying the yogurt away to put it in the fridge to save. The second he was out of sight the wailing turned to screaming. He almost immediately set the yogurt down and darted back into the living room. The screaming stopped. Okay.

She wanted someone around her. She was still crying. It slowed. He picked her up, planning to keep held while he put away the yogurt. The crying went straight back to wailing. He stared at the toddler like she’d grown a third head. He set her on the floor of the kitchen, and her crying sort’ve wavered. He took it for what it was. He turned his back for just a moment to put the yogurt away and somehow, she’d managed to get the nightlight in the wall in her mouth.

“Mar’i no!!”

His voice had slightly raised in a panic as he tried to pry the light out of her mouth, which resorted in another screech and then immediate sobbing. Dick felt like he was loosing it. Starting to regret not fixing his sleeping schedule while Mar’i was still not born yet. He’d not been able to patrol and had felt cooped up so he’d been up for a couple nights doing what he could.

Now with a screaming 2 year old he so very strongly regretted it. He scooped the toddler up, shushing her and bouncing. A steady motion, he knew sometimes they helped. It didn’t. She just started squirming in his hold. Dick didn’t know what she wanted. He didn’t know how to know. He set her down on the couch and looked around for some sort of toy, finding one of those chewy rings handing it to her.

“See? You can chew on this.”

He offered voice near a plead, the child looked over it; and, for the tiniest little moment he thought he’d succeeded. Until the ring was promptly thrown at his forehead. He yelped as it hit his head, rubbing the spot with a frown. The child stared at him before gearing up for another loud wail.

“Mar’i please don’t-“

He begged cupping her cheeks, but the try was futile. She just started crying once more. Dick wasn’t sure which hour he’d disconnected and moved on auto pilot. It may have been the third or fourth. He’d given up and turned on some random cartoon, which seemed to work, unless he got too close. So he let sit in front of the coffee table on a blanket to watch it while he sat against the couch a distance behind her.

He stared silently as he watched the tv, the noise just blurring with the small coos and squeals at the colorful lights on the screen. He glanced down at his phone silently, contemplating. No. He wouldn’t bug him. Bruce would just tell Dick what he’d already tried to tell himself. And he was like 99.9% sure Bruce was still upset about the whole building thing. So best if not.

The cartoons worked. Maybe she just didn’t wanna be around him. Kori would be home soon anyways. She liked Kori. That was a very gut wrenching realization. Not the fact she loved her mom, but the fact that maybe she didn’t want Dick around. If somehow the toddler knew what kind of parent he’d be, as if she already knew what it would be like. It made him sick.

If a toddler could already see it, how long until Kori did. That voice so tucked far into his head, a voice he hadn’t even thought of, whispering a reminder of the poison. Following him around like a tar. Stuck to every inch of his skin. Everything he touched getting sucked into the tar, covered in it and tainted by it.

[bluebirdwonder01]

"What am I doing wrong..?"

Dick had offered to take over with Mar'i for Kori to sort of switch their break days. She'd helped him so much with him being gone for as long as he was she needed a break with her friends. He was happy to give it. Three hours in Mar'i had woken up from her nap, and it was immediate wailing. He'd just assumed she was hungry so he put together a little snack, one of the little yogurt cups Kori had said she enjoyed.

He’d sat her down and tried to feed her the yogurt, they’d gotten about three bites in before she kept smacking the food away and wailing. He huffed frustrated before reminding himself to take deep breaths.

“Okay..okay. I’m gonna put this away and I’ll be back baby.”

He stood up carrying the yogurt away to put it in the fridge to save. The second he was out of sight the wailing turned to screaming. He almost immediately set the yogurt down and darted back into the living room. The screaming stopped. Okay.

She wanted someone around her. She was still crying. It slowed. He picked her up, planning to keep held while he put away the yogurt. The crying went straight back to wailing. He stared at the toddler like she’d grown a third head. He set her on the floor of the kitchen, and her crying sort’ve wavered. He took it for what it was. He turned his back for just a moment to put the yogurt away and somehow, she’d managed to get the nightlight in the wall in her mouth.

“Mar’i no!!”

His voice had slightly raised in a panic as he tried to pry the light out of her mouth, which resorted in another screech and then immediate sobbing. Dick felt like he was loosing it. Starting to regret not fixing his sleeping schedule while Mar’i was still not born yet. He’d not been able to patrol and had felt cooped up so he’d been up for a couple nights doing what he could.

Now with a screaming 2 year old he so very strongly regretted it. He scooped the toddler up, shushing her and bouncing. A steady motion, he knew sometimes they helped. It didn’t. She just started squirming in his hold. Dick didn’t know what she wanted. He didn’t know how to know. He set her down on the couch and looked around for some sort of toy, finding one of those chewy rings handing it to her.

“See? You can chew on this.”

He offered voice near a plead, the child looked over it; and, for the tiniest little moment he thought he’d succeeded. Until the ring was promptly thrown at his forehead. He yelped as it hit his head, rubbing the spot with a frown. The child stared at him before gearing up for another loud wail.

“Mar’i please don’t-“

He begged cupping her cheeks, but the try was futile. She just started crying once more. Dick wasn’t sure which hour he’d disconnected and moved on auto pilot. It may have been the third or fourth. He’d given up and turned on some random cartoon, which seemed to work, unless he got too close. So he let sit in front of the coffee table on a blanket to watch it while he sat against the couch a distance behind her.

He stared silently as he watched the tv, the noise just blurring with the small coos and squeals at the colorful lights on the screen. He glanced down at his phone silently, contemplating. No. He wouldn’t bug him. Bruce would just tell Dick what he’d already tried to tell himself. And he was like 99.9% sure Bruce was still upset about the whole building thing. So best if not.

The cartoons worked. Maybe she just didn’t wanna be around him. Kori would be home soon anyways. She liked Kori. That was a very gut wrenching realization. Not the fact she loved her mom, but the fact that maybe she didn’t want Dick around. If somehow the toddler knew what kind of parent he’d be, as if she already knew what it would be like. It made him sick.

If a toddler could already see it, how long until Kori did. That voice so tucked far into his head, a voice he hadn’t even thought of, whispering a reminder of the poison. Following him around like a tar. Stuck to every inch of his skin. Everything he touched getting sucked into the tar, covered in it and tainted by it.

[bluebirdwonder01]

“Oh absolutely not.” Dick let out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a snort.

“I can’t stop it but I can say it’s a really really bad idea.” That part was just slightly more said to Brad. Maybe Grant wasn’t like that, Dick really hoped he was wrong in the aspect. But he wouldn’t support that. There were too many issues there. Not with them dating but with the Wilson name in general, and he sure as hell would not stand by if it was just going to get Brad hurt. Gods he felt like Bruce more and more.

The Morning After.

Waking up in a stranger's bed is a wholly unique experience and not one that Brad has allowed himself very often. This entire outing has been him trying new things, interacting with the world outside of his usual patterns. Maybe it's the alternate dimension thing encouraging him to take more risks.

He stretches with a groan, assessing his mood and physical being. Body? Sore. Wonderfully sore. His muscles need some attention and he's going to be limping for days, but damn does he feel refreshed.

That surprises him, how good he feels emotionally. Something had happened last night that was intense and unexpected, but he feels none of the shame he has before on previous one night stands. If anything, Brad feels excited and energetic.

He slips out of bed carefully, mindful of his aching lower end, and finds what looks like what must be Grant's clothes set out for him next to the other water bottle and snack from the prior night. Brad changes into the large hoodie and sweatpants, laughing quietly to himself about how massive they are on his frame.

He goes ahead and eats the snacks, too. Brad can smell something is cooking nearby, but he is famished after last night.

He checks the pile of his clothes for his phone, but doesn't find it. He checks under the bed and around the room, wondering if it had fallen out of his pocket when Grant had ripped his pants off, but it wasn't anywhere. 'The entryway, maybe? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab...'

Cheerful despite the missing tech, Brad leaves the room, hoping to track down his host and breakfast. Maybe if he's lucky Grant will be interested in making this a regular thing.

((Morning After RP for @grant-wilson34. If you think you'd be one of the people concerned about Brad leaving a Gotham club where at least one murder would be discovered that same night, with a stranger skilled at avoiding cameras, and trackers no longer working, this is also a post for your text messages and missed calls. *Cough cough @eleanor-wayne , @bluebirdwonder01, etc*))

[bluebirdwonder01]

Dick glanced at bard with a deep frown, before glancing at Grant. In all of his years Dick never would have thought he’d ever pull out his inner Batman like he did in that singular disapproving moment. But goodness it did. Dick crossed his arms as he nodded.

“Nice to meet you too, Wilson.” The words were clipped, short and tight. As tight as a walking wire.

The Morning After.

Waking up in a stranger's bed is a wholly unique experience and not one that Brad has allowed himself very often. This entire outing has been him trying new things, interacting with the world outside of his usual patterns. Maybe it's the alternate dimension thing encouraging him to take more risks.

He stretches with a groan, assessing his mood and physical being. Body? Sore. Wonderfully sore. His muscles need some attention and he's going to be limping for days, but damn does he feel refreshed.

That surprises him, how good he feels emotionally. Something had happened last night that was intense and unexpected, but he feels none of the shame he has before on previous one night stands. If anything, Brad feels excited and energetic.

He slips out of bed carefully, mindful of his aching lower end, and finds what looks like what must be Grant's clothes set out for him next to the other water bottle and snack from the prior night. Brad changes into the large hoodie and sweatpants, laughing quietly to himself about how massive they are on his frame.

He goes ahead and eats the snacks, too. Brad can smell something is cooking nearby, but he is famished after last night.

He checks the pile of his clothes for his phone, but doesn't find it. He checks under the bed and around the room, wondering if it had fallen out of his pocket when Grant had ripped his pants off, but it wasn't anywhere. 'The entryway, maybe? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab...'

Cheerful despite the missing tech, Brad leaves the room, hoping to track down his host and breakfast. Maybe if he's lucky Grant will be interested in making this a regular thing.

((Morning After RP for @grant-wilson34. If you think you'd be one of the people concerned about Brad leaving a Gotham club where at least one murder would be discovered that same night, with a stranger skilled at avoiding cameras, and trackers no longer working, this is also a post for your text messages and missed calls. *Cough cough @eleanor-wayne , @bluebirdwonder01, etc*))

[bluebirdwonder01]

“Now what in tarnation.”

The Morning After.

Waking up in a stranger's bed is a wholly unique experience and not one that Brad has allowed himself very often. This entire outing has been him trying new things, interacting with the world outside of his usual patterns. Maybe it's the alternate dimension thing encouraging him to take more risks.

He stretches with a groan, assessing his mood and physical being. Body? Sore. Wonderfully sore. His muscles need some attention and he's going to be limping for days, but damn does he feel refreshed.

That surprises him, how good he feels emotionally. Something had happened last night that was intense and unexpected, but he feels none of the shame he has before on previous one night stands. If anything, Brad feels excited and energetic.

He slips out of bed carefully, mindful of his aching lower end, and finds what looks like what must be Grant's clothes set out for him next to the other water bottle and snack from the prior night. Brad changes into the large hoodie and sweatpants, laughing quietly to himself about how massive they are on his frame.

He goes ahead and eats the snacks, too. Brad can smell something is cooking nearby, but he is famished after last night.

He checks the pile of his clothes for his phone, but doesn't find it. He checks under the bed and around the room, wondering if it had fallen out of his pocket when Grant had ripped his pants off, but it wasn't anywhere. 'The entryway, maybe? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab...'

Cheerful despite the missing tech, Brad leaves the room, hoping to track down his host and breakfast. Maybe if he's lucky Grant will be interested in making this a regular thing.

((Morning After RP for @grant-wilson34. If you think you'd be one of the people concerned about Brad leaving a Gotham club where at least one murder would be discovered that same night, with a stranger skilled at avoiding cameras, and trackers no longer working, this is also a post for your text messages and missed calls. *Cough cough @eleanor-wayne , @bluebirdwonder01, etc*))

[bluebirdwonder01]

*Braids leg hair*

“Jokes on you I shave mine.”

[bluebirdwonder01]

“Pssh it’s nothing.” Dick shrugged and waved him off, it was nothing at all. He bounces Mar’i when she started squirming.

He glanced at Bard when he greeted Mar’i a proud grin on his face. He blinked at the term of endearment the grin softening into a tiny smile.

“Would you like to hold her?”

He offers, carefully holding the baby out to the other to hold her. “I don’t think she bites- or burns-“ Dick paused giving a slow glance at Dick. He hasn’t actually thought about that. Oh gods would they have to baby proof the ceiling fan-

Text From Random Number:

Hey it’s Dick. We cleaned out the office and put in a bed and dresser if you still need somewhere to stay, it’s not anything fancy, but you’re welcome to everything in the apartment and you can decorate it however you’d like.

@bluebirdwonder01

Brad grins at the message, excited for the first time in a long while. He responds quickly.

Thanks, Dickiebird; the dorms here on the Watchtower are nice, but the constant monitoring is a drain! As long as you and Ms. Kory don't mind, I'd love to stay with you!

It also helps that the Watchtower team had just given him the clearance to be provided with a working background. He's a legal entity now; one with a small bank balance, even! He's looking forward to finding a job, to babysitting Mar'i, to shared meals and learning about his brother's world.

It's terribly domestic of him.

He doesn't have much to pack, so he's checked out of the dorms quickly and on his way in no time.

[bluebirdwonder01]

Dick had cleaned over the house several times between feed Mar’i. The little girl was a constant contact baby, he knew it was probably partially from him being gone so long but it seemed everytime he put her down she’d tear up in that adorable gut wrenching infant way and he’d just scoop her back up.

So he instead made a makeshift wrap with a sheet to hold her to his chest while he scrubbed down the apartment.

He’d changed the sheets on the bed, he’d changed the light bulbs, he’d dusted and swept. The bathroom was clean for him. Everything would be good. He’d stocked up on snacks and drinks. It was good. Sort of.

He sat on the couch catching his breath, wincing a little as the stitches pulled. He cooed at Mar’i pinching her nose gently as he waited for the other to show.

Text From Random Number:

Hey it’s Dick. We cleaned out the office and put in a bed and dresser if you still need somewhere to stay, it’s not anything fancy, but you’re welcome to everything in the apartment and you can decorate it however you’d like.

@bluebirdwonder01

Brad grins at the message, excited for the first time in a long while. He responds quickly.

Thanks, Dickiebird; the dorms here on the Watchtower are nice, but the constant monitoring is a drain! As long as you and Ms. Kory don't mind, I'd love to stay with you!

It also helps that the Watchtower team had just given him the clearance to be provided with a working background. He's a legal entity now; one with a small bank balance, even! He's looking forward to finding a job, to babysitting Mar'i, to shared meals and learning about his brother's world.

It's terribly domestic of him.

He doesn't have much to pack, so he's checked out of the dorms quickly and on his way in no time.

[bluebirdwonder01]

“I love you my darling.”

*licks toe hair*

"Really really really wishing that rod put me out of my misery."

[bluebirdwonder01]

Blue bird I have a question? How are you and Babs…?

“We’re friends? Like always. She does her own thing and I do mine, sometimes we hang out, we went for pizza a couple weeks ago, she had some photos from Gotham academy and made copies for me.”

[bluebirdwonder01]

“I don’t mean it”

*licks toe hair*

"Really really really wishing that rod put me out of my misery."

[bluebirdwonder01]

chewing on you like a dog bone

“Guess that makes you a bitch doesn’t it”

[bluebirdwonder01]

*licks toe hair*

"Really really really wishing that rod put me out of my misery."

[bluebirdwonder01]

*smokes*

You want some?

*offers cigarette*

“No thanks but thank you though.”

[bluebirdwonder01]

“You start a damn thing and so help me god.”

(A note is attached to a brick thrown through your window and inside this message is written )Hey bird boy do you mind if me and my crew start setting up shop in bloodhaven , just kidding I ain't asking you - hate from black mask

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