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[daringyoungman]

Dick wasn't expecting to see the bar.

Ever again, really. He had become used to the bar being somewhere he could access through tents and doors in the circus. It was a new part of his world, sure, but it was a part of it.

Then his world collapsed in front of him and everything changed and suddenly he found himself living in an orphanage in Gotham City run by nuns.

He's had to deal with that new, horrible world, and he hates everything about it. Hates how it's not the circus, but at the same time, he's sort of pleased that he doesn't have to be at the circus, to see Mister Haly or the animals or any of his friends, and not see his parents. This new world is horrible, but because it's missing everything, it's not missing them specifically.

That's what he'd think if he was capable of coherent thought on the subject right now.

As it is, Dick couldn't explain exactly why finding the bar appear on the way to his dorm feels like a betrayal.

The boy stands in the doorway, fists clenching at his side as he glares at the bar for daring to still exist, and still be bright and loud and friendly when everything on the other side of the door is broken.

He glares for one second,
two seconds,
three seconds...

And then he vanishes into the rafters.

[OOC: If you can find him, completely open! But be open to very short threads, if he doesn't want to talk. DCU!Dick.]

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[daringyoungman]

Dick glares at him. Not for anything specifically, just because everyone gets a glare.

"Don't want anything," he says.

[not_his_pa]

"Alright,"

It takes some arranging before he's sitting as comfortably as he can. He doesn't know what's the right thing to say, because no one ever said it to him.

[daringyoungman]

Dick watches him settle, with a curious look. He doesn't look comfortable up here, like X and Aang do, so it doesn't make any sense he'd be here just because he wanted.

"What're you doing?"

[not_his_pa]

He's not, but if he tries to think of the rafter as a horse, it works a little better.

Though that does have him wishing for a saddle to make it softer, "Talking to you. Just wondered why you looked ready to take on the world and if you wanted any help."

[daringyoungman]

"Oh."

Dick looks away from him, down at the bar.

"No."

There's no one to take on.

(It was an accident.)

[not_his_pa]

"You sure? You had a mean glare. That's usually how I look whenever I get into a fight I shouldn't,"

He'll just keep talking until he can find out or can't.

[daringyoungman]

"I'm not going to get into a fight."

[not_his_pa]

"That's good. They always make everything worse though they're still damn satisfying."

[daringyoungman]

Dick grunts in acknowledgment, but not really caring either way.

[not_his_pa]

William stays quiet, rearranging himself better on the rafters and considers pulling out the dime novel in his jacket pocket. The darkness makes that not seem wise and if Dick stays quiet, he'll head back to his table and keep watch on the rafters.