He goes straight for the escrimas and off the window. Not caring about the rain, not caring about being in civvies.
Only the wind, rushing through his ears, like it always did, since his first flight, an unconditional caress.
The man stops at the commercial docks. Watching the waves, messy, moving with no orientation. Just like him.
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I like him alright!? Slade cares about me. Or at least he cares enough to be there for me. He isn't patient, but he's fair. He is good.
Yeah Dick, you make mercenaries go soft, truly.
You've been his apprentice. You know what he can do. When will it be the next time he snaps? How long can he stand you? A year? A week? Will you be able to remember it after it happens?
Isn't this what you deserve though? It is. So fuck off and face it like a man. You even like this! You should be disgusted with yourself.
B is right. He is not one of us, but neither am I. I deserve to alone, to be Slade's.
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Dick sits in the rain. His wet clothes aren't as heavy as he feels like. He stays, humming an old, half-forgotten lullaby, waves crashing around him, silent salty tears to match.
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Flying without a net: Memory bites
Fanfiction~NEW dark CHAPTER, BEWARE~ No time for a long story but still want some "plot"? There you go: easy, quick memories, mainly Dick's and Slade's. Also, some basic 'poems'. (DICK IS SCARED. SLADE IS SAFE THO, ISN'T HE?)(I FOUND MYSELF AN IDIOT- YES ILL...
