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[notasidedick]

It's nice to be back. This is a rather late introduction back considering I'm already settled in back in my room and my classroom has long been set-up to my tastes.

But I suppose an introduction should be in order.

Afternoon, this is Dick Grayson. I'll be one of the known instructors for (MOV 101) Military Movement along with (WTR 402) Advanced Weapons Training: Blunt Weapons. You may call me how you like. I prefer to go by Dick really. It's not the most professional sounding, but I'm pretty informal. Do please refrain from any dick jokes behind my back. I do love a good joke, and having them told behind my back just wouldn't do.

I'd like to give a general announcement that I am always available if you need any help whatsoever, so don't feel shy or intimidated. Perhaps the biggest trouble is locating me at times.

That being said I have one more thing to say which is aimed at two people in particular.

Timothy Drake. Damian Wayne. I'd like to see you two as soon as possible. Preferably not at the same time if possible. Thank you.

By the way, there is no opt out option. If you don't come to me, I will come to you.

-Dick Grayson

[For the rest of the day, Dick will spend most of his time reacquainting himself with the Garden. He'll probably be mostly in the cafeteria though since that tends to be a usually populated area. And it means he can probably chat with students and other instructors. He seems to be fond of the uniforms since he'll be wearing his most of the time.

He's also contemplating things about back home. It's been a year after all. Things were so calm before he left. That, and Bruce had just returned to them. They even got together as a family, or who was available in the family. It makes him a little disheartened to know that something like that won't be occurring here anytime soon. He's still pleased to see a lot of new faces around at the Garden though. He always enjoys new faces and meeting new people, so he's excited.

Other then that, you'll catch Dick wandering around a lot. He'll be in his room a few times or the classroom. But it's easiest to find him in the cafeteria or the second floor.]

Comments

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[Seeing the message over the network was one thing. But seeing Dick for the first time in awhile was something Tim had been hoping for but he hadn't expected.

So he was in a little pain; not much, really, but the fight with Damian had left him bruised and just a little battered. No broken bones this time, no comas, no nothing that would be permanent. Superboy had helped with that, before it got even worse, but Tim was still covered in cuts and bruises.

At least he knew Damian was as well. But now wasn't the time to think of that; he's looking for Dick. He started out near the dorms, then went to some of the classrooms, then went to the cafeteria. Seeing him there, he should have thought to do that first.]

Dick! [And he slams into him with a hug. A painful hug, but a hug anyway.]

[notasidedick]

[It's been a year, even longer since he's technically seen you guys.

He's more then happy to know that you guys were already here when he returned back after leaving the Garden for a year, although he's already gotten a gist of what transpired before his return and being settled in. Word moves fast when you're looking for it.

Needless to say, he isn't all too impressed with either of you two. But that doesn't mean he doesn't love you any less.]

Ti-augh! [Ouch. Not what he was expecting.] Woah, come on, you're going to kill me if you hug me any harder.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[As long as he doesn't love them any less. Tim doesn't really care about getting into trouble now, either. Because he has his arms wrapped around him as best he can, and he smells like himself, and he's just so happy to see him. If he can kill him with a hug, he would try.]

Sorry. I'm just really glad you're here.

[Looks up and smiles, black eye not withstanding.]

[notasidedick]

[What is with you Capes smelling him? Supergirl thinks he smells good, not that he probably knows. You guys. Seriously. And you wouldn't want him to die right when you've met him again.]

You might want to hold back on saying that. We can be brotherly in a bit, but I need to talk to you about your black eye. And you fighting with Damian. [Pause.] Again.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[Because it's what you do. You smell the person to make sure it's really them. Dick just didn't get the memo. He backs away and sighs.]

It's nothing.

[worthyheir]

[Had been skimming the message until his eyes locked on "Dick Grayson." There it stayed until he noticed his own name out of the corner of his eye. Grayson was here. He barely finished reading the thing before he was out the door and trying to track down his partner.

Damian limped his way through nearly every area of the complex, until eventually finding him his classroom. He stopped dead in the doorway, just staring. He was really here.]

Grayson. [He attempted to mask his limp as he approached (somewhere along the course of the fight his leg had twisted in a direction it shouldn't have), his hoodie drawn up so it masked his face.]

[notasidedick]

[Dick was just going over lesson plans in his planner and making sure he hadn't forgotten anything important. He glanced up immediately at the sound of his name being called. He pursed his lips a little. It's obvious that masking the limp wasn't going to work with Dick.

He immediately gets up and briskly makes his way over to Damian.] You're hurt and you didn't think to get it looked at. [It's more of a statement then anything.

He doesn't wait for an answer or even bothers asking, but lifts Damian up. He's firm but gentle, seeing as you're injured.] So do I get to hear what you two fought about?

[worthyheir]

I know basic first aid. I can handle myself. Besides, I'm not wounded that badly. [Sort of leans his head against Dick's arm. BECAUSE IT PUTS LESS STRESS ON HIS NECK, DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE HE MISSED YOU. NOPE. In the process his hoodie falls back, revealing a nice black eye and a face covered in band-aids (which really aren't useful in healing bruises). It was as if he learned first aid from Colin.]

...I don't remember. [It was the honest truth. He knew they were fighting about something, but for the life of him can't recall the specifics.] It was Drake, isn't that enough?

[notasidedick]

Says the kid who was trying to hide his limping. And I don't see why you're wearing band-aids on your bruises. That's not how bruises magically heal you know. [He sighs and carries you out of the classroom. You can whine and complain all you want, but he's going to get you properly patched up.]

I'll ask Tim then. I'm sure he remembers it. [Because Tim hates forgetting details usually.] Can't you two at least be civil. One of you guys provoked the other somehow.

[bbs]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[... teeheeheeheeheehee

dick is going to hate this cadet, i bet.]

Dick jokes behind your back? Underhanded as hell.

Dick jokes in front of you oughta do just fine then. Just hope the actual rod ain't grey~.

Re: [bbs]

[notasidedick]

[It's hard to get Dick to hate you. You gotta do things like kill people and be a terrible person to get him to hate you.]

Isn't it? It's like they don't think I've heard them before.

You're describing a rod of metal. [Right over his head.]

Re: [bbs]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[Hopefully killing giant robots doesn't count because Goosey would do that a million times.]

... sounds to me like you ain't even heard this one before.

Gray. Y'know, your last name. Your first name. Unless you mean your cock is metal, then I don't wanna be the brunt of that. [Shame, too, because this guy might even be kind of hot. ~Who knows.~]

[bbs]

[notasidedick]

[Robots don't count. His younger brothers do though. You touch either of them, and he'll hand your ass back to you. With grace.]

No one usually makes a joke with my last name. It's usually a stab at Dick. It isn't. I'm pretty sure I'm 100% human. [You haven't even met him yet, so you'll have to guess by his voice.]

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

[Dick may be trying to enjoy his lunch, but he'll find that there's a cadet suddenly standing at his table, tray in hand, staring at his face.]

You look familiar. Do I know you? [Bart's only ever seen Dick as Nightwing, so even though he remembers his face, he can't quite place it without the mask.]

[notasidedick]

[He recognizes you. Mostly because it's hard to forget someone like you. Speedster. Kind of ADD (maybe really). Is one of Tim's friends.]

If you know Tim, then you at least know me by association. Does that help any?

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

[Instantly, he grins.] I know Tim! You must be--

[His face falls.] I don't know. Who are you?

[notasidedick]

[He just laughs. He slides his plate of salad to the side for the time being.]

I'm Tim's brother. Does that ring any bells?

[werepanther]

[Between the obnoxious amount of fliers in his hands and the almost-running-into-people thing, Tom had barely been able to keep his balance. Dear god, why did Shar have to give him so many of these to hand out to people? He was seriously tempted to just dump them on the table right then and there....

Of course, seeing someone familiar completely negated the negative aspect of a bajillion fliers. Immediately setting them on the nearest table, Tom grins as he makes his way over.] Dick! Hey! Long time no see!

[notasidedick]

[He raises an eyebrow at the pile of fliers he just set down before getting up from where he was sitting. He was smiling broadly.] Tom!

[He's going to pull you into the friendliest bear hug ever.] I just returned recently. I've been kind of running around getting settled back in, so I was scarce. But I have plenty of time now to bother everyone. You included.

[werepanther]

[Hugs are awesome things and more people - Tom included - should indulge in them. So he can't help grinning as he hugs back and lets go.] Excellent! It really hasn't been the same without you.... though you know? I think you should be glad you missed Homecoming nominations.

They're kind of insane this year. [To prove his point, he snatches a flier off the top of the stack and hands it over. Guess who got nominated for Homecoming King?]

[notasidedick]

[Dick indulges in them all the time. And kissing. He likes kissing too.] I didn't know my presence was so important. I was just that know-it-all brat who wanted outstanding marks. But I'm back now.

[Snorts.] Homecoming was pretty insane when I was around. Has it gotten that much worst while I was gone? [He eyes the fliers with an amused expression.] Hah.

um. been meaning to tag this for daaaaaysss :(

[subjected]

[ Have no doubt, Claire definitely saw that message on the BBS and-- that is the guy she's supposed to be sharing the title of teaching Military Movement with? She can't really remember meeting him except maybe in passing before...

But she does intend to find and talk to him, even if she doesn't have very high hopes for the encounter, unfortunately. It's worth at least being acquainted, right?

So, excuse her while she just sort of hangs out around the classroom like some sort of creepy stalker in wait- a pink-haired one in a miniskirt, that is. ]

It's fine bby <3

[notasidedick]

[Why do you doubt him already? Okay, that's a dumb question most likely.

Although he wasn't expecting someone in the classroom when he comes in. He's carrying his planner along with a folder that's probably class related. Or school related at the least.

He already could tell this was probably a business endeavor, so she's not a student.] Were you waiting long?

[subjected]

[ Claire clearly just stares for a moment, in the act of unashamedly sizing him up. Yeah, this is a woman who's all-business, through and through... and who makes a point of being otherwise unreadable in general. ]

No. [ Her hand drops from resting on her belt as she steps forward. ] You're Instructor Grayson?

[notasidedick]

[It's a good thing he's generally used to this. He does raise an eyebrow a bit though.]

That's right. I usually just go by Dick. [Especially if you're going to be a colleague and not a student. He does hold his hand out to you.] You are?