daringyoungman | Camping

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Camping

Dick and Cat wanted to go camping. Dick asked Bonnie. Dick asked around, then somehow the word got out and it was a CAMPING TRIP.

Which he's okay with, really. He doesn't get much chance to hang around with other kids.

They pick a spot a good distance from the bar, near enough to the lake that washing and swimming can happen, not so close to the forest that demon bunnies are a severe threat, and set about pitching a camp for the weekend, or whenever they all get bored...

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Cat's having trouble sleeping as the ground is too soft and the white noise of Gotham is missing.

"Psst, Dick. You awake?" She whispers.

"Yes."

He's quiet, but manages to sound a little grouchy about this fact. Camping's fun and everything, but right now he should be in his short shorts flying over the city on patrol.

(Ugh)

"You wanna go outside?"

Cat can sympathize a little there, although likely her activities would be counter to Dick's.

"Yeah," Cat replies, silently getting out of her bed role. She leaves her boots behind since they'll likely just make noise and wake someone else up.

Dick slips out of his sleeping bag and unties a corner of one of the tentflaps, holding it open for her to crawl out after him.

Cat crouches down to slip through. Once on the other side, she holds the flap open for him.

Once out, Dick absent-mindedly turns over and walks on his hands for a few feet to get away from the tents, heading roughly towards the woods.

"Why couldn't you sleep?"

"It's too quiet and I'm too used to the sounds of the city. Gotham never stops making noise."

[OOC: Hand wave she mentioned Gotham in her ghost story? If Dick didn't already peg her from her accent.]

[OOC: Gotham handwavily pre-established!]

"I know, right?"

He says it almost immediately, before he can consider that Wayne Manor isn't in the city-proper and it's actually quite quiet. He's more familiar with the city at night.

"It's too dark without the street lights too."

She shrugs.

"I don't know. Lots of neighborhoods have bad street lights. What city are you from anyway?"

"I'm not from any city," he says. "I grew up in the circus. Only moved to Gotham last year when my parents died."

He's matter-of-fact about it.

"Oh," Cat says somberly. The guy's story reminds her of Bruce, which makes her a little sad. "My mom disappeared a few months back, so I've been living on the streets and stay away from Social Services. You on the streets, too?"

"No."

He slows down on his hand walking, feeling a little guilty about his luck.

"I live with this guy - he was at the circus when the accident happened. Felt kinda sorry for me."

He lifts one of his hands to scratch his nose and cants his head her way.

"You okay? You've got this place for food and warmth and stuff, right?"

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