homecoming | ❝ I'll be waiting in the back streets ❞

[farcry]

(( Dreaming 'bout your old days
You and I
Always end up running ))

// NIGHT //

To: B
From: NW
10:24 PM
I'm stepping out for a bit. Got some business to take care of.

[ That's code for don’t ask, knowing that as with most things, forgiveness is better than permission. Perhaps he’s getting too comfortable here. It's been a week since the mysterious girl fell from the sky, meaning a week spent knee-deep in research, trying to grasp even a single clue. He’s mobilized the easy to reach resources but nothing's quite sticking, and truth be told, he isn't sure he has enough of a case to reach farther. However, as if she somehow knew he was around, a simple text from Kara offers a welcome respite.

He wasn't around a whole lot during Bruce's time with Kara, but the eye he's always kept on home told a familiar story. Their relationship is complicated, as with most things in the family, and he knows better than anyone that Bruce's protection is exactly that: complicated. It's care expressed in only way Bruce knows how, which sometimes comes off more akin to control.

But now, held carefully at arm's length, he can do what he thinks is right.

So he pulls out of the driveway in one of Bruce’s cars, reminded of the time he stole the Porsche at fourteen. This time, he has a good reason--the minivan he brought here just won't manage cutting the six hour drive down to four.

At two in the morning, Dick rolls to a stop outside of the Kents' farm and sticks his head out. The car's headlights are the only source of illumination in the pitch black countryside. He squints into the darkness. Where's Kara? ]


// MORNING //

[ The sun’s peeking over the horizon when they arrive at the Lake House. Wisps of fog drift over the surface of the mirror lake as Dick pulls up in the driveway. Part of him wonders when his own humanity will catch up with him and remind him that he can’t keep living his nights like days like this, expecting no consequences. For now, he’s genuinely not tired. ]

Come on. Let’s go inside. [ A corner of his mouth pulls up in a lopsided grin, betraying how excited he is to have Kara here, even if he has no idea how Bruce will react. He'll try to keep it down, but he knows there's no hiding from anyone in this house. ]


// BREAKFAST //

[ He hasn't slept. It’s six in the morning and he's desperate for coffee. He opens up the fridge to peer squinty-eyed into the brightness, wondering what Alfred has stocked for breakfast. ]

Comments

during breakfast. sent from ROBB'S PHONE which she borrowed along with the porsche ahem

[forceshadowed]

Hello! This is a mass text. If you can please ask Mr. Robb Stark where I can return his spinner, I will gladly do so within the day. Thank you and may you have a fantastic day!

oh goOD

[farcry]

How did you even take his car?

[forceshadowed]

He was passed out and he left his keys lying around. I was going to return it!

[farcry]

Hm. Doesn't quite hold up. Is that why you tracked him down in the first place? So you can find him passed out and take his keys?

[forceshadowed]

Excuse me, sir, but he nearly ran me over. Then he asked me to accompany him to the dinner he was crashing. The plan to commandeer his vehicle may have been formed much later in the night.

Or morning. We were drinking and up so late, remember?

[farcry]

I remember alright. Commandeer his vehicle? I thought you were going to return it. So when did the plan to use his vehicle for your own purposes form?

[forceshadowed]

I had to meet a friend. It was a matter of life and death!

[ She was not supposed to have been separated from K, after all. ]

But I'm here with him now, so I can return the spinner already.