Post by Dick Grayson on May 4, 2010 18:29:11 GMT -5
Richard John Grayson
The proceedings for this session with one Richard John Grayson can now commence
after being postponed since 04-20-83. Subject is Male and by referring to their date of
birth we are able to assume they are twenty seven, without suspicion of
falsehood—as of yet. Inquiries are being made, however, in regards to their response to the
request "Describe yourself in one word", to which their reply was “Determined”
Individual’s sexual preference on the generic scale is straight... and he/she associates,
generally, with other vigilantes. However, their current mental state
has left us to wonder if being a crime fighting vigilante is truly right for them. The patient has also informed us
that we may call them by the following title(s), Nightwing, Former Robin. Of all the responses received we were most disturbed to find that they believe quite adamantly that they resemble Orlando Bloom; such a claim raises many questions. [/color][/center]
distinguishing features
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self-presentation
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likes?
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dislikes?
personal strengths?
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personal weaknesses?
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phobias?
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motives?
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evaluation summary
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As we neared the end of the session, we began to reach the roots of our subject's character.
Questions were posed concerning their immediate relatives. The persons responsible
for their upbringing are/were "The Grayson's and Bruce Wayne".
When asked about siblings they responded: ”Tim Drake” Lastly, we inquired about
"significant others" who have had held or who currently hold in a role in their lives: ”There's no one currently, apart from Bruce, Tim and Alfred... No I didn't mean it like that! Are you sure you're not sick? Okay okay, I'll say Barbara.”
background check
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This marks the conclusion of this report.
To finish, we ask the name of the patient’s doctor: Jenn.
Next, we need to know your schedule: London GMT.
Also, we need to know if you have anything to share with us: ”You have no idea how excited I got when I realised those were Smashing Pumpkin lyrics in the plot section, I love Smashing Pumpkins, I have that song. Batman and Robin - Watchman Trailer soundtrack!”
Lastly, before we forget, a statement of your past experience in this field would be an excellent finishing touch:
"Hey Alf." I yelled as I let myself into Wayne Manor cautiously, I wouldn't put it past Bruce to set up traps to stop intruders. All I can say is at least he hadn't changed the locks.
It was eerily quiet as I dumped my stuff down into an untidy pile on the floor. I wouldn't have come back to Gotham for just anything but when I'd seen the chaos on the news I knew I couldn't stay away, it would be wrong of me to leave my friends to deal with all this mayhem. Batman needed as much help as he could get now.
I strolled into the kitchen, picking up an apple, tossing it in the air a bit before taking a munch out of it. "Alfred?" I said inaudibly muffled, my mouthful of apple. Food manners, not my highest skill.
Well they must have been out because certainly no one was here. I went to pick up the phone on the wall when the Manor alarms started going off. It wasn't me that had set them off. It was the outside alarms. I frowned, dropping my apple on the kitchen worktop. Well I couldn't exactly go and change into my Nightwing costume, it would look suspicious, I would have to play plain old naive Dick Grayson, the rich boy.
It was eerily quiet as I dumped my stuff down into an untidy pile on the floor. I wouldn't have come back to Gotham for just anything but when I'd seen the chaos on the news I knew I couldn't stay away, it would be wrong of me to leave my friends to deal with all this mayhem. Batman needed as much help as he could get now.
I strolled into the kitchen, picking up an apple, tossing it in the air a bit before taking a munch out of it. "Alfred?" I said inaudibly muffled, my mouthful of apple. Food manners, not my highest skill.
Well they must have been out because certainly no one was here. I went to pick up the phone on the wall when the Manor alarms started going off. It wasn't me that had set them off. It was the outside alarms. I frowned, dropping my apple on the kitchen worktop. Well I couldn't exactly go and change into my Nightwing costume, it would look suspicious, I would have to play plain old naive Dick Grayson, the rich boy.
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I'M NOT MAD BATMAN! by a.l.e.x. of caution 2.0? (edited by Tori)
