( republic city. not the nicest place on the planet, but man. some of the views.
if bruce knew he were here, he'd get the berating of a lifetime. it's not like he's held prisoner on their small mountain side recluse, hidden away from people, steadily training, but. bruce is, by all accounts, technically his father, or at least a father like figure. he's supposed to listen when he says stay put. not only that, as the oldest he's supposed to ... set an example, for tim and jay. be responsible. follow orders. stay still and out of sight.
dick couldn't care less what the other two do, as long as they're safe. jason gambles, pickpockets for amusement, generally reeks a healthy dosage of discourse on the citizens of the republic. tim does more secretive stuff. talks with people in hushed tones, sneaks his way in to watch opera shows, goes out of view and out of reach of dick's gaze, which worries him a bit, but they're all capable of taking care of themselves. bruce has seen to it, made sure they're stronger without their bending than benders with it. it feels good to be strong after what all three of them have been through, but it does feel like a waste, in certain aspects. all this power and nowhere to use it. they just sit in the mountain and get stronger, training for a war bruce has been preparing since he was a boy. they don't use the tools at their disposal to help anyone.
or didn't. dick didn't use the tools at his disposal to help anyone. now he does.
honestly he didn't mean to, the first time. there's always something happening in republic city, and he just happened to witness a crime he couldn't ignore. he pulled a water tribe scarf over his face, dropped a thief at the police station's doorstep, and that was the end of that. at this point, he's gained a little bit of a reputation for himself. helping the helpless, fighting the people who think they're noteworthy. defying authority. dick beats them all without breaking a sweat, and the police - well. they hate him. he doesn't fight arrest when they come for him, but he does always manage to sneak out of handcuffs and confines, whatever they wrestle up to contain him. it's not their fault. they've never had to deal with a lawbreaking airbender before, and dick is just sneaky enough to avoid detection.
it's also, pretty much, always the same police man arresting him. the pretty one, with the face. officer mako.
far as nights go, this one's been pretty quiet. dick takes a perch on a rooftop, mindlessly munching on flavored shaved ice. cities like this never really go to sleep, and dick adores that about it - there's always something going on, someone to see. speaking of. he catches sight of the notorious cop he's been paining in the ass since he started this vigilante business, breaking off from a patrol of cops and going his own way. once he's alone, dick swoops down, landing on a nearby lamp post, blue scarf wrapped around his mouth.
he wears northern water tribe clothes. bruce's hand-me-downs. he raises a hand in greeting at mako. )
Hello, Officer! ( bright and cheerful. overly pleasant. ) It's a lovely night, isn't it? You look radiant. Can I take you on a date? Or maybe ... a game of tag? ( wink wink.) You're it? C'mon, I'll go easy on you.
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if bruce knew he were here, he'd get the berating of a lifetime. it's not like he's held prisoner on their small mountain side recluse, hidden away from people, steadily training, but. bruce is, by all accounts, technically his father, or at least a father like figure. he's supposed to listen when he says stay put. not only that, as the oldest he's supposed to ... set an example, for tim and jay. be responsible. follow orders. stay still and out of sight.
once bruce is out of sight, jay hits him with the, i'm not the one with a nearly extinct method of bending. i shouldn't have to hide. and you know what? touché.
dick couldn't care less what the other two do, as long as they're safe. jason gambles, pickpockets for amusement, generally reeks a healthy dosage of discourse on the citizens of the republic. tim does more secretive stuff. talks with people in hushed tones, sneaks his way in to watch opera shows, goes out of view and out of reach of dick's gaze, which worries him a bit, but they're all capable of taking care of themselves. bruce has seen to it, made sure they're stronger without their bending than benders with it. it feels good to be strong after what all three of them have been through, but it does feel like a waste, in certain aspects. all this power and nowhere to use it. they just sit in the mountain and get stronger, training for a war bruce has been preparing since he was a boy. they don't use the tools at their disposal to help anyone.
or didn't. dick didn't use the tools at his disposal to help anyone. now he does.
honestly he didn't mean to, the first time. there's always something happening in republic city, and he just happened to witness a crime he couldn't ignore. he pulled a water tribe scarf over his face, dropped a thief at the police station's doorstep, and that was the end of that. at this point, he's gained a little bit of a reputation for himself. helping the helpless, fighting the people who think they're noteworthy. defying authority. dick beats them all without breaking a sweat, and the police - well. they hate him. he doesn't fight arrest when they come for him, but he does always manage to sneak out of handcuffs and confines, whatever they wrestle up to contain him. it's not their fault. they've never had to deal with a lawbreaking airbender before, and dick is just sneaky enough to avoid detection.
it's also, pretty much, always the same police man arresting him. the pretty one, with the face. officer mako.
far as nights go, this one's been pretty quiet. dick takes a perch on a rooftop, mindlessly munching on flavored shaved ice. cities like this never really go to sleep, and dick adores that about it - there's always something going on, someone to see. speaking of. he catches sight of the notorious cop he's been paining in the ass since he started this vigilante business, breaking off from a patrol of cops and going his own way. once he's alone, dick swoops down, landing on a nearby lamp post, blue scarf wrapped around his mouth.
he wears northern water tribe clothes. bruce's hand-me-downs. he raises a hand in greeting at mako. )
Hello, Officer! ( bright and cheerful. overly pleasant. ) It's a lovely night, isn't it? You look radiant. Can I take you on a date? Or maybe ... a game of tag? ( wink wink.) You're it? C'mon, I'll go easy on you.