"...Please leave a message. Beep".
Slade forcibly pushes the 'end call' button. He is an idiot.
Of course Dick would have gone talking to Wayne. On his own. Without letting him know. The fiery egocentric bastard. Of fucking course. With a storm outside, dressed in flannel.
Guess it is on him though, for choosing the kid. Or whatever.
He crosschecks camera feeds, social media, and public transportation data, etc. Dick got on a bus back to Bludhaven and people flashed Nightwing in civvies. Slade is speechless.
He rushes to the first on the list of possible locations his bird might be.
Mental note: trackers on Nightwing and possibly Dick too.
He finds him by the docks, with some homeless folks, around a fire.
They look at each other. Slade takes off his coat. And simply hugs him.
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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...
