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I'm out there workin' hard in the streets, Kori.

Sometimes I wonder how you stay handsome, despite your gluttonous attitude towards food. But if that’s how it really works… alright, I suppose you could have the rest. 

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[sees the wheelchair] Ah ... yes. I heard about this. How're you feeling?

Mmm, no.

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Problem is, I kinda just got here too. You wanna head out to the store?

Ah, see, I was hoping someone else could get on that.

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Buy? A box? No, no, no. See, how it works is, I give you a piece, and eat the rest myself, and you are eternally grateful. 

It’s not the healthiest of meals but… I’ll buy a box.

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Ah, see, I was hoping someone else could get on that.

Pizza business is ain’t serious if you don’t pair it with ice cream.

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http://the-last-russian-doll.tumblr.com

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Well, now that I'm well-rested and clean, let's get back to business, shall we?

Pizza, anyone?

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Done, Done and Done || Closed

Nowhere was safe.

He'd heard the nursery rhyme in school, as a kid: 

Beware the Court of the Owls, that watches all the time, Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch, behind granite and lime;  They watch you in your hearth, you watch you in your bed, Speak not a whispered word of them, or they'll sent the Talon for your head.

Dick shuddered. Creepy. 

Not creepier than the fact that he was supposed to be a Talon, though.

Really, who knew? Who knew that his circus, the one he had called home for such a long period of his life, was a breeding ground for brainwashed assassins? Who knew that his great-great grandfather was a psycho, virtually immortal assassin who was out for his head? Jeez. 

Bruce was busy. Babs ... last he heard she was injured. Badly. He probably should have called, but he was ... well, he was in a mess. And she had enough on her plate. Jason and Tim ... nah, he didn't need to bring them into this.

Dick was on his own. 

There was a close call. Or two. Or seven. But he was in Gotham and Alfred was there, and it wasn't so bad. 

Shame Alfred refuses to get badass unless he absolutely has to. 

Dick climbed into his dorm through the window. Not that he needed to do that; everyone in the academy was well aware of his secret identity. But it was habit, and he was too lazy to walk up the stairs. 

He'd see William Cobb again, and he'd have to fight him. And only one of them could win. That much was certain. But he'd spent a month thereabouts investigating and deducing and fighting and backflipping and telling himself he didn't need that break, but the Talon was tougher than he thought. Maybe too tough. And if he was being honest to himself, he really did need that break.

So for once, he was happy to see his dorm. He could never find it within himself to call the place home ... but then again, he always found that hard. You can take the boy out of the circus but you can't-- 

Dick closed his eyes. He could hear the collective groans of all his friends and family. Normally, this would bring a smile to his face, but right now he just didn't have it in him.

Shower. Hot shower. Then bed. 

Cobb will come, but that'll be later. Right now? He needed to get back into life.

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Is that what you think?

Why is the sky 'blue'?

Nope, because I’ll win. 

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So you're backing out ...?

Why is the sky 'blue'?

That’s, dickhead. I barely even go there, you’re bonkers. 

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And if I win, then you have to clean out the bat guano in the cave.

Why is the sky 'blue'?

Okay, uh… BETS. If I win, you have to go play paint ball. Yeah? 

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[grins] For free drinks, I'd do anything.

Why is the sky 'blue'?

You’re drunker than I am, Hamlet. Just shh, and calm your mouth because I challenge you to a drinking contest.

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I don't know, Wally. Our whole lives thrown away to fight a fight we can never win ... I wouldn't even be doing this if my parents were still around.

Why is the sky 'blue'?

Part of being a hero is accepting the fact that we can’t save everyone. No matter how hard we try. It isn’t easy to accept, but it is just something that comes with the job. I mean, me and Barry can potentially move at the speed of light, and we aren’t always quick enough to save everyone. But suicide is something that can be prevented. We have the right to stop them because they might be in an irrational state of mind. We can take them to a hospital where they can ��be treated and become better. And then they will thank us, because we did have a right to save them from the darkness that was consuming them. You seriously can’t believe people would just as good without us as they are with us, can you?

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I am sober. I'm perfectly fine. Except that would be a lie, because no one is ever perfectly fine. Have you ever thought there would be someone out there who is the embodiment of perfection? 

Why is the sky 'blue'?

Shh, shh Dick. You need to stop talking and sleep, because you’re hurting my head with your questions.  Answer them yourself when you’re sober.

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I know right? Why is life fair to one person and not to another? Why must some people be more fortunate than others? Why must we have victims of circumstance?

Why is the sky 'blue'?

Why does she have such nice boobs? Life isn’t fair and it’s not fair that life isn’t fair. 

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Guys, it’s okay I’m an acrobat

Dick Grayson before doing anything stupid (via iamakorrable)

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There's always a reason, Babs. Everything has a reason. Can you imagine what the world would have been like if we didn't listen to those animals and make our own language? Civilization wouldn't have existed, and the world would have been a better place. So why did we decide to doom ourselves and listen to the animals?

Why is the sky 'blue'?

Oh you’re so drunk right now, you only act like this when you’re drunk. But it’s speculated we learned to speak, by basing our sounds off the cries of animals and birds. There’s no real reason to why we call things what we do. But besides a convergence for us to categorize and sort them.