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[Sep. 18th, 2006|09:29 pm] |
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| [ | tunes |
| | "Coin-Operated Boy" by The Dresden Dolls | ] |
Amy's doing her weekly "bitch at Dick to get a life i.e. girl/boyfriend" stint. I dread the station at this point. I'm tempted to call in sick to work or something and wait for it to blow over. At least I don't have to patrol with her as Nightwing. God. Even Bruce isn't <i>this</i> bad.
In other news, I saw a clip of Batman and Robin fighting Grundy about half an hour ago. I need to teach that kid to move more efficiently. ...That could make a good reason to leave. Take a short vacation, go visit my awkward little family. I should call Bruce and ask first. |
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| Dammit |
[May. 21st, 2006|10:19 pm] |
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Word on the police radios is that the Scarecrow has escaped Arkham.
On the hunt.... |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 10th, 2006|03:12 pm] |
*headdesk* The name of the motel is extremely well-suited.
I'm debating whether I should go on patrol or not tonight. On the one hand, Bruce doesn't seem to like that I've been stationed here, and since I am here and the JLA said nothing about patrolling, I could probably get away with it. On the other, I don't really want to sit around while Batman has all the fun. Besides, I spent a good decade or so living with him, I think that gives me the right to worry about him.
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Yes, I am purposely staying away from certain subjects. I've pondered and mused over them enough. That part of my life is done with.
I am such a liar. |
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[May. 9th, 2006|09:47 pm] |
Clark damn near threw me into the airport.
As it was, he shoved me out of the car so hard I wound up kissing the pavement.
*disgusted* Dirty cement tastes REEEALLY bad.
Anyway, I'm on the plane. I've got to go, it's about to take off, and the pilot just asked everyone to turn off cell phones and laptops. |
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[May. 9th, 2006|08:06 pm] |
FINALLY!
Dear GOD!
I guess Clark's super-strength carries to his voicebox and vocal cords. I was starting to think he was going to spend the whole night yelling at me.
Last thing he said before he stormed off is that he's going to call Bruce, because it HAS to have been Bruce's fault. *snort* BARELY half-true.
I would have had to do it eventually.
Bruce just got me to do it sooner.
Anyway, he left Kara and Flash to watch me and make sure I don't "attack any more poor random citizens."
I think he CHOSE to forget what I said about WHY I was going to confront Michael. He's childishly naive.
So now I'm being BABY-SAT! Bastard. Shit. Flash's infamous curiosity is getting the better of him. I better post and close my laptop before it's too late. |
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[May. 9th, 2006|04:46 pm] |
Oh. I am oh-so-happy.
Not.
I wimped out yesterday, and guess who saw me start to do the same today.
Superman.
He guessed why I was here-- he figured whatever Michael had done to upset me so bad the last time he found me doing this, was now Batman's knowledge, and Bruce wasn't going to let his protege back away from any threat.
Got it in one.
Then he gave me a hard look, told me he wanted me out of his city-- what IS it with these older heroes? Am I that possessive of Bludhaven?
Anyway, I told him to fuck off and started toward Michael's apartment despite his angry protests that I should let him handle it, that Michael is under his jurisdiction, in his city. I told him the bastard is under MY jurisdiction, because it's MY issues and MY ex.
That threw him for a loop. And while he was all dazed, I went in. What happened before I came back out was almost worth it for the look on Superman's face.
The look I wish I hadn't seen on his face was later-- the disappointment in me, in what I did. But I hardly cared. Everyone would react the way he did, except for the only one whose reaction matters. I don't know what he'll do when he finds out, but I don't think he'll be disappointed. |
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[May. 8th, 2006|11:32 am] |
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| [ | tunes |
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Forgot to post last night when I got here.
Well, actually, I fell asleep over my laptop.
Anyway, I don't think the Man of Steel knows I'm here yet. But he will soon. Nightwing's about to pay a visit to Corella. |
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| I Am So Damn Tired |
[May. 7th, 2006|01:14 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | My Old Room | ] |
| [ | Approachability meter |
| |  scared | ] |
| [ | tunes |
| | "Farther Away" by Evanescence | ] |
[Private] I know Bruce doesn't hate me, but it feels like it. I feel so completely betrayed.
How can Bruce make me DO this?
He has NO idea....
[/Private]
Emotionally and physically, I'm totally worn out. Too bad I can't say the same for my mental state.
I don't want to sleep.
...Maybe I can sneak down to the gym and work out again.
God, talk about a rock and a hard place. |
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[May. 2nd, 2006|01:08 am] |
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| |  crushed | ] |
| [ | tunes |
| | "Missing" by Evanescence | ] |
[Private] Romance novels, chick flicks, all the forms of media seem to agree: once you kiss your true love, everything is easy. Everything goes well.
Happily ever after.
I don't give a damn about happily ever after, or I wouldn't have fallen for the Dark Knight. For God's sake, he eats happily ever afters for breakfast.
But it hurt when he just... pulled away and left like that.
I know he has a hard time expressing his emotions, and I understand why.
But that still hurt like hell.
Which is why I can barely read what I'm typing. I REALLY hope he doesn't catch me crying. NOW is NOT the time for a lecture on how I'm too emotional. Dammit, I am his humanity.
ONE of us has to be.
Jesus. I need Kleenex.
[/Private]
Hey. Um... I got my ass royally kicked by a sidekick chick. Oh, speaking of which, I still need to go clean my wrist and bandage it up.
Um... that's it for today. |
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[May. 1st, 2006|12:09 am] |
Christ.
I'm having a delayed reaction to my talk with Alfred, and I can barely type, my hands are shaking so hard.
I'm going to go work out in the gym and burn off some of this nervous energy when I'm done.
But man, I just... I have his blessing. And other than the occasional unpredictable thing, Alfred knows everything. So does this mean... that Alfred knows what I'm hoping is true, is true?
Or maybe it's just his blessing to find out whether or not it's true.
Anyway, I know it sounds confusing, but that's partly because common sense and Batman demand caution. And partly because I'm confused too. |
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| OH SHIT! |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|08:11 pm] |
Okay. That last entry-- NODON'TSCROLLDOWN!-- was NOT supposed to be public!
DON'T read it! It was supposed to be private!
I'm talking to someone more than anyone else, and he damn well knows who he is.
B, if you already read that, forget it. And if you didn't, don't. I'm serious. Please. For the sake of pride and sanity, just don't.
Damn trigger-happy fingers. |
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| Rocks and Hard Places |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|07:11 pm] |
I cried today, and I have no idea why. One second I was calmly-- even happily-- rediscovering my old room (Al's determined to make sure I don't strain myself, with 'my condition,' and that I just obey Bruce 'for once'). The next, tears were coming out of my eyes. They wouldn't stop, and when I fought them a sob welled up in my chest and I couldn't breathe right.
Al's been really great, and even Bruce has been pretty compliant, for Bruce. I just... I don't know what happened.
I guess I expected it to be different. My room.
I just assumed that when Bruce and I had that falling out all that long time ago,when I struck out on my own, that he would have Al get rid of my stuff, or at least have it put in storage. I assumed that he would erase me.
Instead, other than the upkeep Alfred has been doing, it's untouched. Hell, there's even still some of the VERY old candy in my old stash in the drawer of the nightstand.
It's almost like I never left, and I don't know if I like that or not. I didn't like thinking about Gotham, or the Manor, or anyone here when I left. I can't say I hated anyone, but I didn't want to be drawn back, either. But then, it feels good, too, to be back. It feels like stepping into the shade and cooling off when you didn't know you were too hot.
Or like that moment when your eyes are full of tears but you don't want to cry, and that one caring person sends you teetering over the edge. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|01:33 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | My Old Room | ] |
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| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | tunes |
| | "My Only Hope" by Evanescence | ] |
Batman and I have reached an understanding.
But I think when he said not to go out alone until my ribs are healed, I think maybe he meant, "You aren't going patrolling alone in my city."
Oh well. You win some, you lose some. At least he's not telling me to get the hell out of Gotham. Superman got pissy at me like that once. I wonder if that's because of the, ah, situation he was in at the time.
Anyway, I'm supposed to be sleeping, but I wanted to say this much before I go to bed: Batman isn't always an asshole on purpose. There's hope for him yet. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2006|06:04 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Sneaking out | ] |
| [ | Approachability meter |
| |  determined | ] |
| [ | tunes |
| | "Headstrong" by Trapt | ] |
Can't those clowns idiots go one night without murdering someone, blowing something up, or generally causing mayhem and destruction?
*Growls* Dammit. They really need to take a vacation or something. Oh well. At least this gives me an excuse to get away from the damn bedrest I've been... coerced into.
And I WILL catch those bastards. With a little help. |
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| Is it Any Wonder that I Worry? |
[Apr. 24th, 2006|03:32 pm] |
Idiot.
He doesn't even know himself well enough to realize how much loneliness he broadcasts.
*Headdesk* Not that my stupid mouth is helping any. Gee, let's see how much we can piss Batman off, that should help him. *Sarcasm*
He really does need to quit hiding behind his cape and cowl though. Hell, I'd be happy just to see him being a little friendlier towards members of the League.
Maybe he's not the only idiot around here though. Because I took off early this morning on one of the bikes I used to ride here, and I'm still out. I'm writing this on my laptop. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 23rd, 2006|12:23 am] |
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| |  crappy | ] |
| [ | tunes |
| | "Tomorrow" by SR-71 | ] |
Lovely. Just lovely. My first night back in town and I not only piss off Batman, but I let Joker get away and wind up with THREE bruised ribs.
Note to self: next time I have the bright idea to catch a red-eye back to Gotham, go out and get drunk off my ass instead. It has less negative repercussions, despite any possible barfights. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 22nd, 2006|01:53 am] |
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| | cynical | ] |
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| | "Sparkle and Shine" by Econoline Crush | ] |
::Roll eyes:: As evidenced by his very first journal entry, my mentor still needs to take himself a LOT less seriously.
Trust me, I'm not downplaying anything. But come on; it's not as if Ventriloquist can cause any real damage by posting a comment on your LJ.
Then again, my mentor's always had strong instincts, and usually his survival ones come first. ::Sigh:: I hate being wrong. It sucks ass. I also hate that you-know-who is probably glaring at the screen and grumbling about how he taught me better than that. Yes, I do have a nice big vocabulary, but sometimes the expletives are the best words for the job, Batman.
Oops. Shit--aki mushrooms. Great. Now I'm also going to get the old "identity" speech. Who'd have thought he'd be the type to have an identity crisis. ::Dripping sarcasm:: |
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