508/Can't Go To Work, Got Bane'd

Can't Go To Work, Got Bane'd
Date of Scene:	14 March 2020
Location:	Dick Grayson's Apartment - Bludhaven
Synopsis:	Carrie comes over to give Dick some food and company, and the first parts of... something are put in motion.
Cast of Characters:	Dick Grayson, Carrie Kelley

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Dick Grayson has posed:
After sleeping for a while in his bed, Dick awoke to find himself alone and gives a groan. Oh yeah, there's the hurt he was expecting. Tapping a message out to the Bats, he pulled himself from the bed, hobbling into the living room to curl up on the couch and hide in the blankets as he calls out. "Alexa, scroll my recent releases list." he mutters, looking for a movie to watch.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
A light little tap comes to the window not long after his text out. Really not long. Carrie had at times been shifted over to Bludhaven to help Dick out as well as get training from him, even if she was experienced from her own world, too. She was the Robin that got loaned out as needed after all. Now she was the Robin that was currently on his fire escape wearing civilian clothes, and holding up a white paper bag of obvious Chinese takeout as she grins through the window at his blanket bundled form with a lopsided grin.

You get a message about Bane, you figure someone might need some TLC after. It wasn't that hard to put together.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"It's open, Carrot." Dick responds, glancing over the window. And his face? It looks like hell. His cheek is smashed and swollen, blackening his eye. Bane apparently punched him when he couldn't dodge. He doesn't move from the couch. The window's not unlocked. She'll have to jimmy it.

But she can do that, right?

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Of course she can. It only takes a moment before there's a little click and slide of release from the library card she'd used between the panes to slide the release. Old buildings like this always had the same antiquated window locks. It's lifted open enough for her to duck through carrying her bag of food with her.

"Hey, Grayscale. You look like shit. I've got chicken congee, lo mein, and General Tso. Also painkillers," she adds as her hand dips into her pocket to fish out a bottle of something stronger than Advil.

The bag is set on the coffee table in front of him allowing her a moment to really regard his level of injuries. "You okay? I mean other than the ass kicking."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Yeah, well, what's your excuse, ladybird?" Dick asks, though there's no heat in his words. Pulling his feet up to give Carrie room to join him on the couch, there's no real move to sit up. Though he accepts the pain medication. "Would probably still be in that alley that Bane lured me into is an Asgardian hadn't pulled me out." he admits as he winces, pushing himself so he sits catty-corner on the couch.

"Considering the royal dick-up last night, Carrie, you're the last one I'd expect coming over to help. This the old man's idea?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley chuffs with a faint bit of amusement at the very suggestion that Bruce suggested she come over. The room on the couch is taken gracefully with legs stretching out in front of her to kick her sneakers off with the toe-to-heel method leaving her in some very colorful striped socks. "As if. You ought to know I don't hold grudges. Besides it was a stupid misunderstanding. I'm big enough to admit it."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"It was on me too, Carrie." Dick admits. "I forget sometimes about where you're from, and that you were... are... Robin." he explains. "I don't see why others just can't get different codenames. I dropped out of the getting Bruce's approval race a long time ago." He gestures around him. "Moved on up in the world too, right?" he asks, laying his legs in Carrie's lap once she's settled.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"It's not an approval thing with me," Carrie starts to say only to be distracted when he moves his legs to drape over her lap. With an upward roll of her eyes and a small sigh she reaches for one of his feet to begin massaging. An apology for stomping his foot as much as it was an attempt to help him relax and recouperate as well.

"You know, he never gave me the title where I came from. I took it. I told him I was Robin and I was. I guess, in some ways, I just wanted a bit of familiarity again since I came here. I tried to be so patient."

"But I probably should have just been Robin in the first place. Get it out of my system so I can move on myself."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Why is it so important to be Robin to you, Carrie?" Dick asks. He closes his eyes to the massage. But one leg is moved. The ankle is wrapped and obviously swollen. There's no telling what other injuries are hidden in the blanket. "You've been strong in independent enough. You could take your own name again." he points out to her.

"Except Nightwing. I'm partial to that one." he gives her a wink at that, but his expression softens. "Come here. Watch a movie with me."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley winces a bit at the wrapped foot. She's careful not to hurt any obvious injuries though she does check him over for any that might be worse than he's already presenting. The mention of a name though earns a wry grin. "I was thinking maybe Sparrow. Spare Robin and all," she jokes. Though maybe she would. She'd certainly been worse things. "I'm not going to be Catgirl again."

"I might squish you," she points out at the invitation with a raised eyebrow. Not that she was big at all. Comparitively she was tiny. He however was injured. Even so she does shift to stretch out beside him with a careful wiggle to try and keep from doing just what she warned of. "What movie you want to watch? I hear Frozen 2 is out." Surely she jests.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"I was thinking 1917, but that might be a little too much." Dick admits as he makes room for her to get comfortable with him. His arm settles around her gently, resting on her side, and she can feel the bandages under his shirt and hear the light rattle in his lungs. "Catgirl?" he asks in amusement. "Meee-ow."

"Rachel's not using Raven right now. She's not doing much of anything." he admits, absently letting his fingers rest. "Thanks for the food. And the company, Carrie." His blue eyes meet her emerald ones for a moment, but he's focusing back on the television before he gets all the wronng ideas.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Yes, I can totally pull off being called 'Raven' with this hair," Carrie jokes back even as she shifts to rest on one side tucked up against his. Carefully tucked up there. Her topmost hand does find it's way to rest on his chest feeling those bandages though she's ginger even in how she touches him. That look earns a little tap of fingers to his chest (though not the injured part) with a clearing of her throat.

"I spoke to someone about it. We're working on ideas." Someone. She's not about to say it was Babs at the moment given the tension that was between Dick and her the prior night. No sense in dredging that up at the moment. "I heard that one's good. Bit deep though. And you're welcome. Don't mention the Catgirl thing though. I had to do some illegal activities for the old Boss and couldn't do them as Robin." Pausing she mumbles, "And my color choices may not have been great."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Oh, now I have to see you in this outfit. Your fault." Dick responds, his hand moving to cover her own, threading his fingers against hers. "You could be Cardinal. Like Cardinal Sin." he chuckles, but that illicits a soft groan as he just picks a movie at random. Not that he's paying much attention to it at the moment.

"Carrie..." he finally asks. "...what are we doing?" he looks down at her. "It's not a complaint."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Oh, groan," Carrie says. Literally says 'groan' about his joke with a wry smile at it. Then he shifts to lace his fingers through hers and she lets her eyes slip just out of focus to stare toward the television. The question that comes earns a slow, deep breath and a quick lift of her eyes toward him.

For a moment or two she says nothing. Then just lowers her eyes again to stare toward the TV not really paying any more attention to it than he was. "Relaxing, enjoying each others company, and watching... The Invincibles, apparently," she adds with a squint toward the TV.

"Dick. I see the way you look at Babs... Or can't look at her. I'm not looking to stir up a further mess between you two."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Carrie." Dick decides to begin there. His hands. His hands are still good. His free hand tucks beneath her chin, lifting her gaze back up to him. "Barbara is always going to be a spot. But it's a spot I'm never going to be able to make more than a friend." he admits to her quietly. "Last night was the last night I'd seen her... since the Titans." he closes his eyes, lowering his head.

"There won't be a mess, because it is what it is. It was something when we were teens. We grew up out of it." Then he smirks at her. "And here I thought you said you were a girl who takes what she wants." That part is clearly a tease, but he does caress her cheek, fingers trailing her flesh.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Don't," comes out in a single breath when he caresses her cheek. In spite of it Carrie leans into the touch letting her eyes slide shut for a moment. It was easier to think straight this way if only for a second. Just enough to clear her head, and gather her thoughts. "I don't know what I want. Especially in this regard." Here she pauses to smile flashing a grin back up toward him.

"Haven't really had any experience on this front. Too busy with other things. So. Just..." She trails off with a little shake of her head. "Let me think some. I guess. Try to figure things out. I'm going to be pretty busy as it is with the Boss' kid."

Dick Grayson has posed:
There's a sigh. The interest in her is clear, in that one moment. But she says not to. "Well, let me know when you figure it out. You may be the first one." With that, his hand lowers to settle on his stomach as he remains comfortable snuggled in with her as he looks up at the television, more than content to be with her, in this moment.

"...did you really pick this?" he asks her with a smirk as rests his cheek on the top of her head.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Thought you did?" Carrie responds with amusement as she just allows herself to relax for now. At least it was a distraction from her thoughts staring at the television. "Kind of fitting in a weird way."