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well the sun one day will leave us all behind

Who: Dick Grayson and various
What: SOME THREADS I PROMISED PEOPLE collected in one log so the comm is lovingly spared
When: October 2-11
Where: MOON BASE
Warnings: batangst, child trauma

[ THINGS GO BELOW ]

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[ The moment he hangs up, he knows it won’t do to be where he is when Jaime shows up. What is he doing here, hiding in bed from what's happening like he's eight and not thirteen? Jaime needs a friend, doesn’t he? A real friend, not someone else he has to worry about the way they all worry about everyone. The way he’s probably worrying about everything happening down there already, just like he is now.

He wants to be Jaime’s friend.

He sniffles hard and wipes his face on his sleeve. Then he tries swinging his legs up and over the edge of the bed he’s in, wincing a little at how stiff they are. The room is still spinning.

He does hurt, all over. Inside and out. ]

[ Avoiding it at first was easy, once he’d gotten up and out of there the first time. He's used to having the Robin's Nest, a space all his own to fall back on which was something even when it was cold and lonely and empty. That it’s Collette’s room he’s supposed to be crashing in now just makes it even worse, because she knows the truth and that means if he keeps staying here it'll be her problem too. No matter what, it will be.

He doesn’t need that room. He can do without sleeping, without thinking, without remembering anything. He can save the space for someone who does need it. He can catch ten minutes here or there in the Observatory when he really, really has to.

But his mask is still in there, probably still shoved under the pillow he’d been lying on. And he knows that isn’t fair, leaving it up to her to find it herself or cover for him when someone else does. With a little luck he won’t even have to explain; he knows she’s not the type to hang around in one place when she doesn’t have to. He’ll grab his mask and then he’ll be gone just as fast.

He’s still hovering awkwardly at the door a whole fifteen seconds later before finally he shakes the feeling off and gives the door a careful, gentlemanly knock. Somehow crawling in her window while she was asleep felt less weird than just walking in when she might be awake. ]

[ He knows how it would sound, if he tried to explain it to someone in actual words. That he knows Max can take care of herself better than almost anyone he’s ever met. And who hadn’t needed a little space after what happened on the surface anyway? As long as he’s known her, Max has always been that way.

But it’s been weeks now, and finally he’s out of patience waiting for her to come out on her own. Waiting for her to notice, and find him the way she always does. It’s easier to be put out, to feel just a little bit forgotten and shunted aside than it is to let the knot of anxiety in his stomach take over.

It’s too important now. She’s seen him without his mask before, when he’d been calling himself just Robin. He has to explain why he’s not wearing it now, before she does catch him out and use the wrong name in a situation he doesn’t have under control ahead of time.

So today he’s combing the base from top to bottom. He’ll find her if she’s here, one way or another. ]

[ Training is still easier than a lot of other things, and after only a few restless hours he’s decided he can’t give it up. Even if he has to go in civvies, even though it means he’ll probably have to come up better lie than summer camp for gymnasts to explain it sooner or later. He can’t stop practicing. Not even for Batman.

So he’s at the VR rooms with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, opening the door without thinking before he steps inside and sees-

-somebody else definitely beat him to this one. ]

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for Jaime - the 1st??

for Collette - the 5th??

for Max - the 11th??

for Jericho - the 12th