[The house Dick wakes up in isn't that different than the one he's used to, not really. Same style of decor. Same level of technology. Smaller than Wayne Manor, but then, most places are.
Still. His room at Bruce's place wasn't this... well, childish. The baseball cards scattered around the room are real swell, and the way the bed is made up to look like a race car is pretty neat, but it's not exactly his style. He's a young man, not a little boy.
After a quick look around the room, Dick decides it's about time he creep out and examine the rest of the house, detective-style.]
Bruce? [He calls out as he slowly makes his way through the house. He's not in his Robin uniform, so he feels a little unprepared, but it'll be fine.] Alfred? Anyone?
[Getting to Know - A]
[Well, Dick has certainly adjusted to this life better than most of his co-captives. He sits at the dinner table, beaming when he sees the gelatinous concoction his fellow housemate brings over.]
Is that ham in aspic?! [He picks up a fork and knife, napkin already tucked into his shirt collar.] Oh boy!
[Getting to Know - B]
[Dick wants to be suspicious, but it's hard when everyone is so nice. He mingles around the party, beaming at whoever he talks to, intending to get the lay of the land while Bruce isn't around.]
Gee, this place isn't so bad, is it? [He shoves a forkful of something gelatinous into his mouth, smiling.] And the food's great! Say, why the long face...?
[Halloween - B]
[Okay. Okay, so the place isn't as nice as he thought.
Dick doesn't feel too great about hurting kids, but, well, when the kids are inhumanly strong, fast, and determined to hurt other people, that supercedes the "don't hurt someone smaller than you" rule, doesn't it?
Somehow, he's managed to make his way out of his own house after fending off a pack of the little rascals. But he can tell more are after the others without lights in their pumpkins, and, when a door opens and the kids lunge at whoever's behind it, Dick springs into action.
This time, since it's Halloween, he is wearing his Robin outfit -- thankfully, it ended up with him, somehow. It makes him feel more confident as he dives into the fray, kicking a feral child off of its latest victim with a KAPOW.]
Holy zombie trick-or-treaters, Batman! You-- [He turns to whoever opened the door after punching away another costumed corpse.] --get somewhere with a lock! I'll take care of it.
[A kid grabs him by the cape, pulling sharply down. Dick stumbles back, choking.
So maybe the cape wasn't a super great idea, all things considered.]
Dick Grayson | Batman '66
[The house Dick wakes up in isn't that different than the one he's used to, not really. Same style of decor. Same level of technology. Smaller than Wayne Manor, but then, most places are.
Still. His room at Bruce's place wasn't this... well, childish. The baseball cards scattered around the room are real swell, and the way the bed is made up to look like a race car is pretty neat, but it's not exactly his style. He's a young man, not a little boy.
After a quick look around the room, Dick decides it's about time he creep out and examine the rest of the house, detective-style.]
Bruce? [He calls out as he slowly makes his way through the house. He's not in his Robin uniform, so he feels a little unprepared, but it'll be fine.] Alfred? Anyone?
[Getting to Know - A]
[Well, Dick has certainly adjusted to this life better than most of his co-captives. He sits at the dinner table, beaming when he sees the gelatinous concoction his fellow housemate brings over.]
Is that ham in aspic?! [He picks up a fork and knife, napkin already tucked into his shirt collar.] Oh boy!
[Getting to Know - B]
[Dick wants to be suspicious, but it's hard when everyone is so nice. He mingles around the party, beaming at whoever he talks to, intending to get the lay of the land while Bruce isn't around.]
Gee, this place isn't so bad, is it? [He shoves a forkful of something gelatinous into his mouth, smiling.] And the food's great! Say, why the long face...?
[Halloween - B]
[Okay. Okay, so the place isn't as nice as he thought.
Dick doesn't feel too great about hurting kids, but, well, when the kids are inhumanly strong, fast, and determined to hurt other people, that supercedes the "don't hurt someone smaller than you" rule, doesn't it?
Somehow, he's managed to make his way out of his own house after fending off a pack of the little rascals. But he can tell more are after the others without lights in their pumpkins, and, when a door opens and the kids lunge at whoever's behind it, Dick springs into action.
This time, since it's Halloween, he is wearing his Robin outfit -- thankfully, it ended up with him, somehow. It makes him feel more confident as he dives into the fray, kicking a feral child off of its latest victim with a KAPOW.]
Holy zombie trick-or-treaters, Batman! You-- [He turns to whoever opened the door after punching away another costumed corpse.] --get somewhere with a lock! I'll take care of it.
[A kid grabs him by the cape, pulling sharply down. Dick stumbles back, choking.
So maybe the cape wasn't a super great idea, all things considered.]