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Who: Dick Grayson/Nightwing forceforlight and YOU!
What: April catch all
When: During April
Where: Rooftops around the city; a park
Content Warnings: Updated as needed


He knows better than to complain, especially after the past few months in Blüdhaven. It's been a long time since he's had a quiet, even after coming to this world.

Which is why Nightwing sits on the edge of a high rooftop, a bag of bagels on the rooftop behind him and a cup of coffee warming his hands. After all, early spring isn't any warmer in Michigan than it is in New Jersey.

"I'm going to jinx myself if I say it," he says to whomever shows up, without looking their direction. He's just really used to listening for people coming up behind him. "But, damn, it's quiet."



The name "circusbrat" wasn't taken on TikTok. Not that Dick had any real plans of what to do with it. So far, he'd posted a few short videos of him at a local circus school, doing some tricks on the silks and the lines. There were also a few from the park, with him doing some simple, if impressive, gymnastics.

Which is what he's doing now: filming himself doing handstands.

However, every time he starts, he ends up in a heap of giggles as Haley runs in and hops up to lick his face. "Haley, no," he says, gathering the puppy up and ruffling her ears. "We really need to work on your stay, don't we?"

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Mostly, Dick's just having a little fun. Something that might get posted, something that might not.

But Haley starts barking and Dick's head turns that direction, easily rolling out of the handstand and grabbing his phone to turn off the recording before giving a sharp whistle. "Haley. Haley, come here, girl. Leave the poor guy alone." He jogs over and scoops the puppy up, ruffling her ears. "Sorry about that. I promise, she was only trying to be friendly."

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"Oh." There's a pause that hangs there for a second. Bucky's not exactly used to anything trying to be friendly. But what else would a dog be doing? He notices that Dick doesn't have his phone out; there's still a part of him that hates being photographed.

Still, he isn't sure why he says what he says next.

"You think I could pet her?"

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Taking pictures and video of himself are one thing. Dick doesn't do that to others if he can avoid it.

He grins, looking down at the puppy. "What do you think, Harley?"

Not that Harley replies, though she does squirm a little. Dick laughs, stepping closer. "Yeah, you can pet her. She likes to be scratched behind the ears, too."

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He approaches the puppy tentatively, like he needs to ask it permission, too.

"C'mon, I'm not creepy," he says, clearly at the dog. That might be a lie, but he smiles a little anyway. A reflex.

Bucky wears gloves, which is unusual for the park in this weather but better than flashing a metal arm. But up close, Dick can maybe see that glint of silver below his left wrist. Most people wouldn't notice, though, because most people are bad at noticing.

He uses the right hand to scratch Haley, anyway, who doesn't seem to be too discriminating when it comes to headscratches.

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Given the various friends Dick has, the metal doesn't register for a moment. After all, Victor has a lot more metal than that on his body. It only clicks a second later that this isn't Vic and there's no other metal showing.

But he uses the right hand to pet Haley, which is interesting. Maybe the metal hand just doesn't have the same amount of feeling.

Haley, at least, isn't questioning. She's just preening under the pets, butting up into the guy's hand to encourage more.

At least Dick has a good hold on her. She's a little squirmy.