[ Dick Grayson is a master compartamentalizer. He’s learned from the best of the best and can fit things into neat little boxes. Nothing overlaps and spills over. All through breakfast, he was able to keep the other boxes closed, only operating out of Dick Grayson, son, brother, Wayne ward.
By mid afternoon, the house is empty. Wanda and Jon are out. Bruce went to do something team related. Robb and Jane left as well. He spends a little time on his phone researching, still uncomfortable with the thought of going into the batcave and its tech in this foreign house, a place that he’s supposed to call home now that the manor has burned down.
Not that the manor had really ever felt like home properly.
The girl from the sky—Jane, is texting him a whole slew of things that are too crazy to not believe. She’s supposedly from the future, supposedly knows that he’s Nightwing despite having never met him before today. He doesn’t have the whole story yet, but it disturbs him enough that he feels the need to dig into it, to sort out the threads she’s starting to pull.
It’s disturbing.
It’s disturbing enough that he immediately thinks of the one ally he has who specializes in dimensions, in alternates, in universes. He pulls out his phone and thinks back to the last conversation he had with her—Jesse Faden. It had been about how she had hacked into his phone to change her own contact information. He stares at it. CALL ME is still her contact name, still unchanged because he had never bothered to. He should text. Or call. She might know something. She might have picked something up. ]
The FBC may not be able to use modern technology inside the Oldest House, but they still utilize it as much as possible. Thankfully satellites are old enough to be recognized by House. They picked up on the weird surge before anything else did. At first they debating escalating it up to the Director, but, Jesse is an on-hands kind of girl. She'd rather be there on the front lines seeing it for herself.
Which is why she's opted to go to the Wayne residence herself. The rangers are on standby back closer to the highway, but, Jesse would rather people see the face of the FBC in person. Not that she is entirely sure how she'll word any of it. The FBC has to remain secret to some degree. The FBI doesn't appreciate the constant redirection to them.
'I guess... we'll just figure it out. Huh?' Jesse thinks to Polaris as she walks up the pathway. 'Does this guy seriously live in an all glass house?'
She glances around before finding the doorbell. There's a car in the driveway, but she isn't sure it belongs to Wayne. ]
[ The doorbell resounds through the open spaces of the glass house and Dick's head whips up from his phone to stare at the front door. His eyes narrow as he takes a few steps towards the glass, tilting to get a better look at whoever approaches. It's a little too late to dip back down to the Batcave for surveillance, and he's not familiar enough with the security layout in this house to get to the screens.
He approaches cautiously. He's not as paranoid as Bruce is, but all that training hasn't gone to naught. He notices that there are no cars parked around but no one lives within walking vicinity. A glance at the intercom has his brows raising.
Seriously. What are the chances that he could have just been looking at Jesse's phone number? With a slow breath, he opens the door and puts on a neutral, open, confused expression. ]
[ It could always just be put up to that lovely thing called "synchronicity." It happened a lot with Jesse. She'd think of one person, and then Polaris would reach out and gently suggest the person contact her. Except maybe this time it worked the other way. Maybe Jesse had the feeling to be hands-on with this investigation because Dick was wondering if he should call her.
Not that Jesse has any idea that Dick Grayson, ward of Bruce Wayne, is actually the hero Nightwing that she'll correspond with. ]
Hi. [ Jesse is the most informal director ever. ] I'm Jesse Faden, Director of the FBC. Sort of a branch off the FBI. [ But not really. She glances behind him and raises her eyebrow. ] Is Mr. Wayne home? There's a few questions I'd like to ask him.
[ It’s strange how things unfold sometimes, like the universe had its own plans for him. When Bruce took him in, he would have had no idea that he’d be standing here now, a hand holding open a large glass door, looking at a woman he’s been working with for months now, pretending to have no idea who she was.
Dick Grayson doesn’t normally have to put on an act. Dick Grayson is Nightwing, is Officer Grayson, is always the same person regardless of which identity he’s wearing. Things only get hard when he has to hide his other identities. He reminds himself, though, that he’s not actually different like Bruce is.
The surprise widening his eyes isn’t completely faked. He’s surprised that she’s here, although it could easily be read as surprise for what she’s saying. ]
No, sorry. [ His mouth tugs down and he shrugs a shoulder. This isn’t so hard, he’s just out of practice. How many times has he been in the same position, making up excuses for Batman. ] He stepped out to a curation thing at the museum. [ They’ve got their cover stories aligned, alright. He offers her an apologetic smile before holding out a hand, finding that it’s not the first time he’s noticing how pretty she is.
Jesse Faden, director of the FBC. A branch of the FBI is a poor excuse, but he knows what it’s like to have to hide the truth. ] I’m Dick Grayson. I’m his—[ uh. ] son. Anything I can help with?
Curation thing at the museum... right. [ Her eyebrows raise at that, but then she shrugs. Maybe she'll just go and wait for him at Wayne Enterprises. It'll be easier that way.
She glances at his hand and shakes it. ] Homeland security questions. Given the nature of... certain things Wayne Financial was involved with during the Kryptonian attack. They thought it was best I come out and talk to him.
[ 'It's not... really a lie. It's pretty close to the truth anyways.' She felt Polaris shift at that. ]
You can just tell him I was by. [ Definitely going to go and wait for him at Wayne Enterprises. ] Sorry for bothering you, Grayson.
[ The Kryptonian attack--Dick has heard all about it, even though he hasn’t had the opportunity to dig into the details with Bruce. His brows tug subtly together at the painful thought and he hopes it comes across to Jesse simply as a natural reaction to an event that shook the world.
He wants to smile and nod and see her off, but the part of him still constantly thinking about what would Bruce do can’t allow that to happen. Another part of him wonders why Jesse’s here--given the talk about a girl falling out of the sky. And maybe she can help? ]
I’ll--tell him that. [ His smile is a little pinched. ] It’s--been a while, though. It’s not something that’s easy for him to talk about. You sure you need to talk to him about it? [ He’s trying to play every bit the protective son. ]
[ Son. Funny, she didn't think Wayne had kids. She's not the most informed when it comes to social knowings. Given she spent most of her life on the run and sleeping from park bench to park bench in between jobs? It's ... not really something she ever focused on. Though, that is something that may need to change with her new position. ]
There's aspects of it I need to talk to him about. Especially given things LexCorp was up to.
[ LexCorp. So Jesse Faden is deeper into this than Dick had realized. This isn't simply a talk--it's investigative, and Dick, despite having not been by Bruce's side for years and years, slips so easily into the familiar role: a sidekick, a decoy, the bright green and yellow meant to distract.
He nods, mouth pressing tight. ]
Bruce wants the best. I'm sure he'll try to help you but he's been through a lot. That building was full of people and watched it crumble in front of him. [ Not to mention Batman's involvement in the whole thing. Dick shakes his head, trying to come up with some way of deterring Jesse, although having worked with her, he knows how persistent and resourceful she is.
But so is he. ]
What does your branch of the FBI do? Maybe there are questions I can help with. I'm actually a detective too. [ He offers a small, supportive smile, trying to soften up. ] So I get it.
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By mid afternoon, the house is empty. Wanda and Jon are out. Bruce went to do something team related. Robb and Jane left as well. He spends a little time on his phone researching, still uncomfortable with the thought of going into the batcave and its tech in this foreign house, a place that he’s supposed to call home now that the manor has burned down.
Not that the manor had really ever felt like home properly.
The girl from the sky—Jane, is texting him a whole slew of things that are too crazy to not believe. She’s supposedly from the future, supposedly knows that he’s Nightwing despite having never met him before today. He doesn’t have the whole story yet, but it disturbs him enough that he feels the need to dig into it, to sort out the threads she’s starting to pull.
It’s disturbing.
It’s disturbing enough that he immediately thinks of the one ally he has who specializes in dimensions, in alternates, in universes. He pulls out his phone and thinks back to the last conversation he had with her—Jesse Faden. It had been about how she had hacked into his phone to change her own contact information. He stares at it. CALL ME is still her contact name, still unchanged because he had never bothered to. He should text. Or call. She might know something. She might have picked something up. ]
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The FBC may not be able to use modern technology inside the Oldest House, but they still utilize it as much as possible. Thankfully satellites are old enough to be recognized by House. They picked up on the weird surge before anything else did. At first they debating escalating it up to the Director, but, Jesse is an on-hands kind of girl. She'd rather be there on the front lines seeing it for herself.
Which is why she's opted to go to the Wayne residence herself. The rangers are on standby back closer to the highway, but, Jesse would rather people see the face of the FBC in person. Not that she is entirely sure how she'll word any of it. The FBC has to remain secret to some degree. The FBI doesn't appreciate the constant redirection to them.
'I guess... we'll just figure it out. Huh?' Jesse thinks to Polaris as she walks up the pathway. 'Does this guy seriously live in an all glass house?'
She glances around before finding the doorbell. There's a car in the driveway, but she isn't sure it belongs to Wayne. ]
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He approaches cautiously. He's not as paranoid as Bruce is, but all that training hasn't gone to naught. He notices that there are no cars parked around but no one lives within walking vicinity. A glance at the intercom has his brows raising.
Seriously. What are the chances that he could have just been looking at Jesse's phone number? With a slow breath, he opens the door and puts on a neutral, open, confused expression. ]
Can I help you?
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Not that Jesse has any idea that Dick Grayson, ward of Bruce Wayne, is actually the hero Nightwing that she'll correspond with. ]
Hi. [ Jesse is the most informal director ever. ] I'm Jesse Faden, Director of the FBC. Sort of a branch off the FBI. [ But not really. She glances behind him and raises her eyebrow. ] Is Mr. Wayne home? There's a few questions I'd like to ask him.
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Dick Grayson doesn’t normally have to put on an act. Dick Grayson is Nightwing, is Officer Grayson, is always the same person regardless of which identity he’s wearing. Things only get hard when he has to hide his other identities. He reminds himself, though, that he’s not actually different like Bruce is.
The surprise widening his eyes isn’t completely faked. He’s surprised that she’s here, although it could easily be read as surprise for what she’s saying. ]
No, sorry. [ His mouth tugs down and he shrugs a shoulder. This isn’t so hard, he’s just out of practice. How many times has he been in the same position, making up excuses for Batman. ] He stepped out to a curation thing at the museum. [ They’ve got their cover stories aligned, alright. He offers her an apologetic smile before holding out a hand, finding that it’s not the first time he’s noticing how pretty she is.
Jesse Faden, director of the FBC. A branch of the FBI is a poor excuse, but he knows what it’s like to have to hide the truth. ] I’m Dick Grayson. I’m his—[ uh. ] son. Anything I can help with?
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She glances at his hand and shakes it. ] Homeland security questions. Given the nature of... certain things Wayne Financial was involved with during the Kryptonian attack. They thought it was best I come out and talk to him.
[ 'It's not... really a lie. It's pretty close to the truth anyways.' She felt Polaris shift at that. ]
You can just tell him I was by. [ Definitely going to go and wait for him at Wayne Enterprises. ] Sorry for bothering you, Grayson.
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He wants to smile and nod and see her off, but the part of him still constantly thinking about what would Bruce do can’t allow that to happen. Another part of him wonders why Jesse’s here--given the talk about a girl falling out of the sky. And maybe she can help? ]
I’ll--tell him that. [ His smile is a little pinched. ] It’s--been a while, though. It’s not something that’s easy for him to talk about. You sure you need to talk to him about it? [ He’s trying to play every bit the protective son. ]
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There's aspects of it I need to talk to him about. Especially given things LexCorp was up to.
[ She pauses. ] I'm guessing he took it hard?
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He nods, mouth pressing tight. ]
Bruce wants the best. I'm sure he'll try to help you but he's been through a lot. That building was full of people and watched it crumble in front of him. [ Not to mention Batman's involvement in the whole thing. Dick shakes his head, trying to come up with some way of deterring Jesse, although having worked with her, he knows how persistent and resourceful she is.
But so is he. ]
What does your branch of the FBI do? Maybe there are questions I can help with. I'm actually a detective too. [ He offers a small, supportive smile, trying to soften up. ] So I get it.