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Homecomings

October 3rd, 2001

Participants: Dick Grayson and Tim Drake

Scene: After being out of town for several weeks, busy with his own business in Bludhaven as a Police Officer and the city's vigilante protector Nightwing, Dick Grayson finally returns to his true home, Gotham City and Wayne Manor. And there he runs into an old friend...

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Crest Hill - Bristol Township [North Gotham County]
Crest Hill is one of the most exclusive sections of metropolitan Gotham County and includes both expensive residential sections as well as older more prominant estates such as Wayne Manor.
People and Things:
Tim
Roads: [W] - Bristol Township [E] - Gotham Heights
Other exits: [IG] Iron Gates to Driveway

As his hand lingers upon the flame-red sport coupe's door handle, a familiar youth lingers his lightly-hued eyes toward the looming mansion, its dark gray expanse standing vigil over this fog-covered night.

Tim seems to take pause, allowing a soft revelry to fall over the raven-haired teen's features as he absently nudges the door shut. That same hand then absently trails toward his dark waves, pushing them back in an attempt to tame the unruly tendrils, though the act itself seems in vain.

Gaining a slight smile upon his lips, young Master Drake then starts toward the gates in a wistful step, his fingerfalls trailing toward the iron rods... as if reminiscing about unspoken memories.

The night air is crisp, just a hint of a damp chill lingering the misty fog that shrouds the evening with it's ghostly touch -- a sign of the colder days ahead. Yet in some odd sense the misty presence is comforting, an old friend come again. The thin tendrils snake through the stark iron rods and the moon barely shines through the thin haze, it's light refracted through the damp moisture in that hangs silently in the air.

But Tim is not the only one making a sort of homecoming on this evening. Though obscured slightly by the misty haze, a dark figure lingers near the tall gate, leaning against one of the brick pillars on either side of the driveway. But at the sound of the car door closing, the shadowy figure seems to detach itself from the shadows, moving slowly out into the light. "Tim?" Dick inquires quietly, his jacket wrapped about his torso while a backpack rests slung across one shoulder.

The single word seems to steal the youth from his thoughts... Tim's baby blues blinking toward your direction in a moment's urgency. However, the reaction is fleeting, instead replaced by a slow, subtle smile across the youth's features as his head tilts amid soft regard. A touch of humor then brims past Tim's lips as he offers in light reply "Didn't expect to see you here tonight, Dick. I was starting late... just thought I'd take a little stroll down memory lane, first."

An understanding if muted smile plays across Dick's face in reply and the dark haired man dips his head slightly in acknowledgement as he finally abandons the lair of shadows that linger about the gate proper, stepping out onto the paved roadway. "I wasn't much expecting to be here myself tonight," he answers lightly, voice rich with amusement before growing slightly more serious once more. "But I was in town and it's been awhile since I checked in with you, so I thought I would drop by," he explains, adjust the strap of the backpack on his shoulder before continuing. "I was about to go up to the manor to see if you were there, so your timing is impecable as always."

Tim's mouth crooks to a coy half-smile as his own head shifts in a soft inclination toward the manor house "You know, some would say my timing is horrible... though most of them wear something like a wicked grin." Further words remain unsaid as the coltish teen nudges the front gate open, the slow, steady squeal of the yawning gate piercing the disquiet of night. A solitary hand then gestures toward the parting as the unmasked Boy Wonder quips "Age before beauty?"

Tossing a wry glance in the young man's direction, Dick slips through the partially open gate before turning to wait for Tim to do the same. "Some might, but I was in a kind mood. Though after that last crack, I might have to rethink those sorts of magnanimous gestures," he answers back wryly through the dim evening, barely noticing the tendrils of mist that curl about his legs, hovering just above the dark pavement. Glancing up the long driveway to the large manor in the distance, Dick continues more absently, "How are things going, Tim? I'm assuming everything reasonably well, or I would have heard something...?"

Tim's lips purse, so as to stifle a gaining grin... though his own visage settles to a more serious expression as azure eyes linger upon his older counterpart. Further words then convey themselves in a soft, silvered timber as Tim continues to match Dick's strides, his hands absently trailing into his back pant pockets throughout the steps "Slow... things are going slow. Bruce has been out mostly by himself, leaving me to handle this side of town by myself. Then again, Brentwood hasn't made it too easy... but then again, since when has the Boy Wonder's life ever been a cakewalk?"

Yep, that sounds like Bruce alright. Turning up the long driveway, Dick's strides remain even, eating up the ground beneath him at a slow though steady pace. His eyes dart about the familiar grounds though his gaze occasionally returns to the young man easily keeping pace with him at his side. "Just about never, admittedly. Though I expect that either of us would have gone mad with boredom if it stayed quiet for too long," he admits with a half smile. "Though I think I could handle a night or two without some sort of emergency from time to time. School's going well I trust? Not that I should have to ask of course, but the constant late nights occasionally take a toll on us all," he admits, dipping his head for a moment as he rakes his fingers through the dark curls atop his head.

A brief hesitance takes the youth's features as he eases to a softer stride "School's going... well. Not as well as I'd like?" A dark brow arches in soft unison with Tim's ascending baby blues, even as the cloak of night casks obscuring shadows across his light visage "Brentwood's made my life easier... and a world harder, all at the same time. At least it keeps my dad from prying in on the secret, for better or worse." The teen's lips press slightly as he continues alongside you, only to gently quip in addition "Did I mention that Cissie King-Jones is at the school, now?"

Sensing the brief hesitation in Tim, Dick pauses for a moment, his gazing returning to him for an instant. Brow lifting slightly, he seems to be on the verge of pursuing that thought before he simply nods and lets it go uncommented on for the time being. Time enough for that later. "Well, that's one advantage I suppose," he agrees, turning his gaze forward once more as the lights of the manor brighten, shining through the shroud of fog that lays heavily on the grounds. Comfortable amongst the shadows or not, the lights are a welcome sight and for a moment Dick and a faint smile creeps across his face, though he almost misses the last comment. "Hrmmm? Oh, no you hadn't. That must be... interesting."

Tim stifles a faint laugh past his lips as he trails his eyes toward the manor's gray facade, the dull moonlight casting a silvered silhouette about the estate house's many subtle curves and sharper bends.

The teen then draws to a moment's pause, again ascending his fingers through wind-tousled waves... as he accounts "Interesting's a good word. I'm glad I've gotten to know her better, but... she's real quick. I have to keep on my toes so she doesn't find out."

An answering laugh sounds from Dick as the glow from the moonlight shines through the haze the continues to linger damply in the air. "Just what you needed, hrmm? Another distraction to worry about," he answers back drily, his long strides slowly somewhat as the manor grows near. "Sounds like it's a good thing that it's been quiet lately. You seem to have just about all that you can handle just with school," he continues, his grinning visage turning towards Tim as he does so.

Tim's nose squinches at your words, though the slight smile lingers as he again resumes his footfalls "Distractions... that's one way of putting it? As if Steph Brown weren't enough..." A light gaze flits sidelong toward you as the dapper youth again eases amid approach toward the front door "Speaking of which... how's Babs?"

The bright lights of the manor do much to banish the evening gloom and as the pair near the front door, the fog seems to almost receed, pushed back from the house. Though the night's chill lingers sure enough and the shroud of mist cloaks the distant gate in it's wraith-like embrace. "She's doing well enough, at least the last time I spoke to her. I'll have to check in on her while I'm in town," Dick replies with a half smile, an amused look tossed in Tim's direction as he turns the conversation away from himself.

Tim's lips press whimsically as the soft clatter of his footfalls pound gently upon the stairs "Hope Alfred doesn't go into a tizzy about our unannounced arrival? He'll have to whip up some tea and crumpets... then again, if anyone's used to the late hour, its him." Amid the offered words, Tim's finger lingers upon the ornate brass doorchime, the subtle depression rewarding the youth with an echoing ring past the stout door.

Ahhh, dear old Alfred. Tossing a smile towards his young friend, Dick huddles near the doorway and absently rubs his hands together to banish the evening chill from them. "I think it's pretty much inevitable that he will. And I for one won't mind all that much. I could use something warm right about now," he replies drily as the familiar chime sounds, muted by the heavy door before them. Like the bright lights of the manor that push back the misty tendrils of fog, it is an almost cheery and welcome reminder of home.

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...And so the pair make their way into the warmth and comfort of Wayne Manor to catch up on the past few weeks...