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thejusticelounge2012-08-12 12:40 pm
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les lumières de paris
“Kind of bizarre, the way there are no tall buildings anywhere near the Eiffel Tower,” Guy remarked, hovering next to Nightwing, who was snapping pictures and grinning like a fool. “Ya liking the view, though?”
Dick laughed and smacked his forehead. “You’re telling me! I got stranded up here one time. Not my best or brightest moment, I can tell you that!”
He turned, making sure to get as many pictures of as much as he could. The lights were just beginning to come up as the final orange rays of sunlight faded over the horizon. There was definitely a reason it was called the City of Light. Dick bounced slightly from foot to foot in his excitement, a precarious thing to do from his position, his mind said. He snapped a few photos of the ground, very thankful that he wasn’t afraid of heights.
“I bet this is like nothing to you, is it? I mean, seeing all kinds of space things… but, man, this is it!”
Guy shrugged, “I’ll admit, it’s harder to be impressed when you’ve seen towers three times this height made of solid crystal,” he moved Dick’s platform a few feet closer to the antennae atop the Eiffel Tower, “But still, I guess it’s pretty cool when ya consider how long it’s been here and how well-designed. Ya want to climb on it a little?” he offered.
Dick squeaked a little in happiness. “Heck yes, I do!” Tucking the camera safely away in his pocket, he leapt to the antennae, casually walking around the main post like they were two feet off the ground.
“You know, when I was trapped up here—well, stuck up here, and it wasn’t really up here here….” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the early night air. “I wasn’t really in a place to find it so beautiful.” He looked back out at the city. “I swear, if I could really fly, I don’t think I’d ever touch the ground again.”
The Green Lantern was enjoying Dick’s company, at least. He felt appreciated, and what’s more, Dick wasn’t letting him for a moment take his own abilities for granted. Flying, travel, even just city lights were normal, everyday things for Guy that he took for granted until something happened to make him unable to fly, or visit modern-day wonders of engineering and perch upon them as he was close to doing with the Eiffel Tower. “Hey, Dick, get some of me, would ya? An’ I’ll snap a few of you. Maybe we can get one of them made into a postcard or somethin’?”
That was a request Dick was more than happy to fill. He snapped picture after picture and called out some poses for Guy between giggles. He mimicked some of the poses for Guy, pulling the “strong-man” pose and the rockstar pose, cheering when Guy rolled his eyes, but complied. He felt like a giddy little kid, balancing easily as he moved to get more pictures. He tossed the camera to Guy with a grin.
“Get some of me with the city below, will ya? Maybe after, we can get one together!” He liked the postcard idea. That sounded like a blast!
“Wait, wait, got an idea…” Guy constructed a small King Kong to hang off the thick lightning rod/antenna, though in fact it wasn’t actually pulling on it at all but hovering under the power of the ring - Guy didn’t want to damage the tower. The ape reached for Dick and grabbed him in one hand, and Guy moved into position to take a picture with Dick’s camera.
Dick shrieked in laughter as the construct King Kong picked him up. He posed like Fay Wray, pretending to swoon in as many classic poses as he could think of. He giggled and hung as far out of the ape’s hand as he could, enjoying the half-falling feeling.
When he was done, the ape returned Dick to the tower itself and vanished, letting Guy take some of Nightwing with the glowing lights of the city below. It was finally dark enough that the tower itself suddenly illuminated, and they both stared in wonder down at it from above. “…Wow…”
Dick didn’t really know how to describe what he felt. It was all so… magical, but real. It was like the tower was lit from his feet straight to the ground, the white lights shining wonderfully bright below him. The glow of the tower reminded Dick of some kind of almost-mystical fairy tale, like a magical steampunk beacon. He laughed aloud at his thoughts, hopping back along the poles to Guy. “Wow… Thanks for bringing me up here, Guy. It’s just… incredible.”
Guy was a little caught up in the moment as well, the light shining up at them from below. “We’re a little less obvious up here now…the lights outshine even our awesomeness,” he said with a humour he didn’t feel, rubbing his temple; he’d been fighting a headache for the last hour or so, but it was starting to become distracting. “Don’t have to rush, I mean…” he floated over to the girder Dick was currently doing some kind of impossible handstand on, and sat down, his legs dangling over the edge, and leaned against a cold steel vertical beam. He watched the restless, happy Dick Grayson do his feats of acrobatics and marvelled at his confidence and ability - he didn’t know a single Green Lantern who could do what Dick did without the aid of a power ring, much less this high off the ground, without batting an eye.
Dick chuckled at Guy’s comment as he flipped his way around the tower. He had to know what it was like to do backflips across the top of the Eiffel Tower. That’d be an awesome story! Finally, he returned to Guy, flopping down on a girder across from him. He looked down at the ground, letting out a low whistle at the sight of the tower lights and the city beneath his feet. Giggling, he looked back at Guy, cocking his head in concern when Guy rubbed his temple again. “You alright? Say, we haven’t eaten in a while. What say we go back to the hotel, change into civvies, and head off for dinner, huh?”
“Sure, but,” Guy muttered, “Do ya mind if we just grab take out on the way back? I got this headache that ain’t quittin’, not sure I’m at my A-game here for bodyguardin’ tonight. We got the Louvre tomorrow, an’ Paris ain’t goin’ nowhere…do ya mind, Nightwing?” He disliked disappointing Dick when this trip was about cheering him up, but his attackers were still at large, and his safety was important, too.
Dick made a small noise of concern and hopped next to Guy, sitting down and touching his shoulder, leaning in close to him as if he could see the headache to cure it. “No, I don’t mind at all! It’s no good if you’re not feeling well.”
He ran his fingertips across Guy’s forehead before remembering that other people had wider senses of personal space and withdrew his hand. Smiling sheepishly, he sat back and swung his legs. “I think the hotel has some delivery guides, so we could always just order in. That’d be easy. No need to scout around for a place to get food.”
“Sounds great,” Guy agreed, just glad he didn’t have to think about it. He wasn’t even really all that hungry right now, but perhaps once they were back at the hotel, he might be. They took a very as-the-crow-flies route back to the hotel; the one Guy’s ring charted for him, as he allowed it to do most of the work. When Dick excused himself to grab a shower, Guy took the opportunity to lie down on his bed, the room left in darkness, to try and shake his headache. Falling asleep hadn’t been in his plans.
Dick sang a medley of some French songs he remembered from childhood as he showered, quieting down only when he stepped out of the water. “You know?” he began, toweling off his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. “I don’t think there’s any—”
He froze instinctively, something telling him things weren’t right. The light from the bathroom cast strange shadows in the bedroom. Dick twirled his towel, ready to use it as a weapon against whoever might be in there. Someone was lying out on the bed. He turned on a bedside lamp, about to spring to attack, but— No one else was there. Just Guy, peacefully asleep. Chuckling at himself and his paranoia, Dick sat down next to Guy, ready to shake him awake for dinner.
“Guy. Hey, Guy? You hungry?” He touched his shoulder, ready to shake him, when he noticed how pale Guy looked. He turned the lamp a bit brighter, leaning closer to Guy for a better look. Guy definitely looked pale and his face felt hot. Dick got a cool washcloth and laid it on Guy’s forehead, tucking him under the blankets to do… something. He ordered his delivery and went out into the main room to wait for it, closing Guy’s door just enough to block the light, but not enough that he couldn’t hear him if Guy called. He just needed some good rest. He’d be fine in the morning, Dick was sure.
Dick laughed and smacked his forehead. “You’re telling me! I got stranded up here one time. Not my best or brightest moment, I can tell you that!”
He turned, making sure to get as many pictures of as much as he could. The lights were just beginning to come up as the final orange rays of sunlight faded over the horizon. There was definitely a reason it was called the City of Light. Dick bounced slightly from foot to foot in his excitement, a precarious thing to do from his position, his mind said. He snapped a few photos of the ground, very thankful that he wasn’t afraid of heights.
“I bet this is like nothing to you, is it? I mean, seeing all kinds of space things… but, man, this is it!”
Guy shrugged, “I’ll admit, it’s harder to be impressed when you’ve seen towers three times this height made of solid crystal,” he moved Dick’s platform a few feet closer to the antennae atop the Eiffel Tower, “But still, I guess it’s pretty cool when ya consider how long it’s been here and how well-designed. Ya want to climb on it a little?” he offered.
Dick squeaked a little in happiness. “Heck yes, I do!” Tucking the camera safely away in his pocket, he leapt to the antennae, casually walking around the main post like they were two feet off the ground.
“You know, when I was trapped up here—well, stuck up here, and it wasn’t really up here here….” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the early night air. “I wasn’t really in a place to find it so beautiful.” He looked back out at the city. “I swear, if I could really fly, I don’t think I’d ever touch the ground again.”
The Green Lantern was enjoying Dick’s company, at least. He felt appreciated, and what’s more, Dick wasn’t letting him for a moment take his own abilities for granted. Flying, travel, even just city lights were normal, everyday things for Guy that he took for granted until something happened to make him unable to fly, or visit modern-day wonders of engineering and perch upon them as he was close to doing with the Eiffel Tower. “Hey, Dick, get some of me, would ya? An’ I’ll snap a few of you. Maybe we can get one of them made into a postcard or somethin’?”
That was a request Dick was more than happy to fill. He snapped picture after picture and called out some poses for Guy between giggles. He mimicked some of the poses for Guy, pulling the “strong-man” pose and the rockstar pose, cheering when Guy rolled his eyes, but complied. He felt like a giddy little kid, balancing easily as he moved to get more pictures. He tossed the camera to Guy with a grin.
“Get some of me with the city below, will ya? Maybe after, we can get one together!” He liked the postcard idea. That sounded like a blast!
“Wait, wait, got an idea…” Guy constructed a small King Kong to hang off the thick lightning rod/antenna, though in fact it wasn’t actually pulling on it at all but hovering under the power of the ring - Guy didn’t want to damage the tower. The ape reached for Dick and grabbed him in one hand, and Guy moved into position to take a picture with Dick’s camera.
Dick shrieked in laughter as the construct King Kong picked him up. He posed like Fay Wray, pretending to swoon in as many classic poses as he could think of. He giggled and hung as far out of the ape’s hand as he could, enjoying the half-falling feeling.
When he was done, the ape returned Dick to the tower itself and vanished, letting Guy take some of Nightwing with the glowing lights of the city below. It was finally dark enough that the tower itself suddenly illuminated, and they both stared in wonder down at it from above. “…Wow…”
Dick didn’t really know how to describe what he felt. It was all so… magical, but real. It was like the tower was lit from his feet straight to the ground, the white lights shining wonderfully bright below him. The glow of the tower reminded Dick of some kind of almost-mystical fairy tale, like a magical steampunk beacon. He laughed aloud at his thoughts, hopping back along the poles to Guy. “Wow… Thanks for bringing me up here, Guy. It’s just… incredible.”
Guy was a little caught up in the moment as well, the light shining up at them from below. “We’re a little less obvious up here now…the lights outshine even our awesomeness,” he said with a humour he didn’t feel, rubbing his temple; he’d been fighting a headache for the last hour or so, but it was starting to become distracting. “Don’t have to rush, I mean…” he floated over to the girder Dick was currently doing some kind of impossible handstand on, and sat down, his legs dangling over the edge, and leaned against a cold steel vertical beam. He watched the restless, happy Dick Grayson do his feats of acrobatics and marvelled at his confidence and ability - he didn’t know a single Green Lantern who could do what Dick did without the aid of a power ring, much less this high off the ground, without batting an eye.
Dick chuckled at Guy’s comment as he flipped his way around the tower. He had to know what it was like to do backflips across the top of the Eiffel Tower. That’d be an awesome story! Finally, he returned to Guy, flopping down on a girder across from him. He looked down at the ground, letting out a low whistle at the sight of the tower lights and the city beneath his feet. Giggling, he looked back at Guy, cocking his head in concern when Guy rubbed his temple again. “You alright? Say, we haven’t eaten in a while. What say we go back to the hotel, change into civvies, and head off for dinner, huh?”
“Sure, but,” Guy muttered, “Do ya mind if we just grab take out on the way back? I got this headache that ain’t quittin’, not sure I’m at my A-game here for bodyguardin’ tonight. We got the Louvre tomorrow, an’ Paris ain’t goin’ nowhere…do ya mind, Nightwing?” He disliked disappointing Dick when this trip was about cheering him up, but his attackers were still at large, and his safety was important, too.
Dick made a small noise of concern and hopped next to Guy, sitting down and touching his shoulder, leaning in close to him as if he could see the headache to cure it. “No, I don’t mind at all! It’s no good if you’re not feeling well.”
He ran his fingertips across Guy’s forehead before remembering that other people had wider senses of personal space and withdrew his hand. Smiling sheepishly, he sat back and swung his legs. “I think the hotel has some delivery guides, so we could always just order in. That’d be easy. No need to scout around for a place to get food.”
“Sounds great,” Guy agreed, just glad he didn’t have to think about it. He wasn’t even really all that hungry right now, but perhaps once they were back at the hotel, he might be. They took a very as-the-crow-flies route back to the hotel; the one Guy’s ring charted for him, as he allowed it to do most of the work. When Dick excused himself to grab a shower, Guy took the opportunity to lie down on his bed, the room left in darkness, to try and shake his headache. Falling asleep hadn’t been in his plans.
Dick sang a medley of some French songs he remembered from childhood as he showered, quieting down only when he stepped out of the water. “You know?” he began, toweling off his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. “I don’t think there’s any—”
He froze instinctively, something telling him things weren’t right. The light from the bathroom cast strange shadows in the bedroom. Dick twirled his towel, ready to use it as a weapon against whoever might be in there. Someone was lying out on the bed. He turned on a bedside lamp, about to spring to attack, but— No one else was there. Just Guy, peacefully asleep. Chuckling at himself and his paranoia, Dick sat down next to Guy, ready to shake him awake for dinner.
“Guy. Hey, Guy? You hungry?” He touched his shoulder, ready to shake him, when he noticed how pale Guy looked. He turned the lamp a bit brighter, leaning closer to Guy for a better look. Guy definitely looked pale and his face felt hot. Dick got a cool washcloth and laid it on Guy’s forehead, tucking him under the blankets to do… something. He ordered his delivery and went out into the main room to wait for it, closing Guy’s door just enough to block the light, but not enough that he couldn’t hear him if Guy called. He just needed some good rest. He’d be fine in the morning, Dick was sure.