Third Person: Consciousness was a complicated thing. It took many stages to completely come to. First was the basics of existence; it felt like his body was floating in space with no surroundings, unable to grab on to anything. Then was vision, endless black fading away to show him what was around him. After that, sensation began to return, numbness in his fingertips replaced by a dull ache. The world around him was swimming as he became self aware and his memories filled his brain like the contents of an entire wine bottle being poured into one measly glass.
He sat up and groaned, raising an unsteady hand to his head. The floor shook and it jostled him the rest of the way to complete consciousness. Quickly, he took inventory of the setting - windows, empty seats, a long aisleway. It didn’t take long for him to realize he was in a train car with the way everything rattled and creaked quietly. It was a familiar feeling. ’The hell? What have you gotten yourself into now, Grayson?’ he thought to himself.
The last thing Dick Grayson remembered wasn’t pleasant. His beloved city, Blüdhaven, had been freshly flattened by only God knows what. An atomic bomb? It was probable. Who, how and why were questions that had yet to be answered. All Grayson knew was that the fallout had made his eyes burn and his skin sting and every breath felt like his lungs were pin cushions.
There wasn’t much left of the place he had called home. Plenty of dead bodies lined the streets, which he dragged one by one to the edge of the city to place in a large heap. Occasionally he’d find someone alive, but they usually died before he could get them anywhere that might be considered safe. Dick Grayson himself was ignoring pleas from those that knew him, telling him not to dive head first into the fallout. But he wouldn’t listen to them - he couldn’t listen to them. Blüdhaven was his duty. He was bound to protect it no matter what. Even if it killed him.
As the hours ticked by, little by little he could feel the energy being sapped out of him. He didn’t care. Like a captain that went down with his ship, he’d go down with his city.
Dick pulled a young girl out of some rubble and was carrying her to safety when suddenly his world went flat, his face was all too close to the crumbled street beneath him and his vision faded to black. He relaxed and welcomed it, thinking at the time that he had reached the end.
What happened between then and now, he didn’t know. Obviously he wasn’t dead yet. Some piece of him buried deep inside was disappointed. But, Dick Grayson could only do what he did best - look up, keep his eyes forward and move.
He wasn’t sure where this train was taking him, and staring out the window wasn’t very helpful. It was pitch black out and all he could see in the window was his own reflection. There was a large open sore on his cheek, caused by radiation no doubt. A heavy sigh left his lips and he shifted to get comfortable. The only thing left was to wait and see where the train would take him.
[CANON] DICK GRAYSON || DC Comics || no reserve || 4 of 4
He sat up and groaned, raising an unsteady hand to his head. The floor shook and it jostled him the rest of the way to complete consciousness. Quickly, he took inventory of the setting - windows, empty seats, a long aisleway. It didn’t take long for him to realize he was in a train car with the way everything rattled and creaked quietly. It was a familiar feeling.
’The hell? What have you gotten yourself into now, Grayson?’ he thought to himself.
The last thing Dick Grayson remembered wasn’t pleasant. His beloved city, Blüdhaven, had been freshly flattened by only God knows what. An atomic bomb? It was probable. Who, how and why were questions that had yet to be answered. All Grayson knew was that the fallout had made his eyes burn and his skin sting and every breath felt like his lungs were pin cushions.
There wasn’t much left of the place he had called home. Plenty of dead bodies lined the streets, which he dragged one by one to the edge of the city to place in a large heap. Occasionally he’d find someone alive, but they usually died before he could get them anywhere that might be considered safe. Dick Grayson himself was ignoring pleas from those that knew him, telling him not to dive head first into the fallout. But he wouldn’t listen to them - he couldn’t listen to them. Blüdhaven was his duty. He was bound to protect it no matter what. Even if it killed him.
As the hours ticked by, little by little he could feel the energy being sapped out of him. He didn’t care. Like a captain that went down with his ship, he’d go down with his city.
Dick pulled a young girl out of some rubble and was carrying her to safety when suddenly his world went flat, his face was all too close to the crumbled street beneath him and his vision faded to black. He relaxed and welcomed it, thinking at the time that he had reached the end.
What happened between then and now, he didn’t know. Obviously he wasn’t dead yet. Some piece of him buried deep inside was disappointed. But, Dick Grayson could only do what he did best - look up, keep his eyes forward and move.
He wasn’t sure where this train was taking him, and staring out the window wasn’t very helpful. It was pitch black out and all he could see in the window was his own reflection. There was a large open sore on his cheek, caused by radiation no doubt. A heavy sigh left his lips and he shifted to get comfortable. The only thing left was to wait and see where the train would take him.
One thing at a time.