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dollymixturesDick strode into the Batcave with a determined look on his face, probably more focused than he'd been on anything in a while. Was there some terrible villain on the loose? World-threatening events afoot? Some other disaster looming over them all?
Well, sort of.
He was here to talk about feelings.
He came through the cave first because he knew this was the most likely place he was going to find Bruce, but he was willing to scour the whole house if he had to - and to lay in wait if Bruce wasn't here, because this was the first time he'd seen the man since Bruce got back from his cruise. He'd had his talk with Clark, and he felt pretty good about that, but Bruce wasn't going to get off that easily.
It was probably just because all the irritation he felt at not being told had been displaced by Clark's easy friendship, and it had been left with nowhere to go and ended up directed at Bruce, but whatever had caused it he was on the warpath. There would probably even be hugs.
"Anybody home?" he called out.
Well, sort of.
He was here to talk about feelings.
He came through the cave first because he knew this was the most likely place he was going to find Bruce, but he was willing to scour the whole house if he had to - and to lay in wait if Bruce wasn't here, because this was the first time he'd seen the man since Bruce got back from his cruise. He'd had his talk with Clark, and he felt pretty good about that, but Bruce wasn't going to get off that easily.
It was probably just because all the irritation he felt at not being told had been displaced by Clark's easy friendship, and it had been left with nowhere to go and ended up directed at Bruce, but whatever had caused it he was on the warpath. There would probably even be hugs.
"Anybody home?" he called out.
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Date: 2015-07-30 04:03 pm (UTC)"...Rainbows?" He asked, curious despite himself. He wanted to still lecture Bruce (and really, who was the parent here?) but he couldn't help being interested. He'd love to see it in action, despite the fact it probably could potentially cause an issue in a battle situation, it sounded hilarious.
Clark had his hands... "Okay I don't need to know the details. There's a reason I've avoided most major media outlets since it happened." he held up his own hands as if he could ward off the thought. He was happy for them, but that didn't mean he wanted to think about that. He had to admit Bruce's excuses were... pretty good, there wasn't really much he could argue against.
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Date: 2015-07-30 04:07 pm (UTC)He frowned at Dick, head tilted and then caught on and looked horrified. "Not that kind of hands on. He threw me around for a while, then stabbed me. With a stalactite. In the shoulder."
This was not sexy and it was not calling Dick after and half dead that he expected trouble with. He was absolutely in no way, shape, or form ever discussing any kind of sex life with Dick. Ever. Ever ever ever. He wasn't that much older than Dick, but Dick was his kid.
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Date: 2015-07-30 04:15 pm (UTC)"We should get more and try it. ... For science." You know, in case they needed to know exactly how it might affect him in a battle situation. Or... well he was sure he could come up with a decent enough excuse to convince him it was a good idea.
"...wait, wait, Clark tossed you about and stabbed you through the shoulder with a great big rock and you didn't think to call for back up at any point in proceedings? Let me guess, you got the collar off and you still had to fight Dent, and you did it with a god damn hole in your shoulder, didn't you?" he threw his hands up in disbelief. Although, at this point, he didn't know why he was surprised.
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Date: 2015-07-30 04:19 pm (UTC)"...I saved the Silver Kryptonite. We can play with it later. Or I'll give some to you so you can." Just in case it impacted them in a battle situation. And also because it was funny and he was trying to buy his way out of shit.
Who was the parent, again?
Dick is best parent parenter. .... that's totally a word.
Date: 2015-07-30 04:35 pm (UTC)The look Dick gave him said exactly how much he believed Bruce's story, which was to say not at all. Oh, sure, he probably did get his shoulder sewn up, in sloppy battlefield stitches that he probably didn't get replaced until Alfie forced him, but he knew Bruce well enough to know that wasn't the whole story.
"Next time, call me." He demanded, even though he knew it would fall on deaf ears and they'd have this exact same conversation again, because that was just the way they worked, Bruce got into fights and somehow survived them and Dick either shoved his way in without asking, or yelled at him about them later.
"Don't think you can win me over with silver kryptonite, because you would only be half right to think that." he wagged his finger at Bruce.
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Date: 2015-07-30 04:42 pm (UTC)And he didn't feel good enough about his relationship with Dick, anyway. Didn't feel like he'd been good enough to ask him for anything, felt like he'd fucked up too much, just - a lot of things.
Oh lord Bruce you precious creature.
Date: 2015-07-30 04:55 pm (UTC)Dick sighed, but honestly he was already won over and he knew it. The very fact that Bruce had even remotely consented to talk about feelings (however vaguely they'd done so and however much it wasn't over), and that he'd managed to make a joke that actually sounded like a joke, and that he'd at least taken Clark with him in the first place rather than trying to deal with the whole thing himself, it added up to him being frustrated but forgiving.
"...Almost. I do need one more thing..." and without any more warning than that (because warning meant Bruce would just avoid it), Dick jerked forward and flung his arms around Bruce in a tight hug.
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Date: 2015-07-30 11:46 pm (UTC)Bruce grunted in surprise and his immediate reaction was actually to go very, very still. The sort of still that preceded him exploding into motion and often violence. It only lasted for a beat or two, while his brain helpfully told him he was being hugged. Then he hugged Dick back. Awkwardly, but tightly for a moment or two.
He really, really did love Dick. Was horrible at it, but loved him.
"You're disgustingly well adjusted," he murmured, unspoken tag being 'for someone I had a part in raising', based on the dry humor in his voice.
But. He hugged Dick back? Hard.
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Date: 2015-07-31 08:52 am (UTC)Dick waited patiently through the tensing for Bruce to just give up and hug him back, a contented grin crossing his face when he finally did, however awkwardly.
"Well, obviously," Dick laughed "you're a good dad Bruce... and Alfie is a better mom."
He knew he shouldn't be, dead parents and a childhood crimefighting were not exactly normal, and he had every right to be pretty damn screwed up, but Bruce was actually a better dad than he thought he was, and all joking aside Dick wouldn't have asked for anyone else.
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Date: 2015-07-31 02:01 pm (UTC)...Maybe Bruce was a great warning.
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Date: 2015-07-31 03:38 pm (UTC)"Well, clearly you just don't listen to him as much," Dick said smugly "That's why I always get more cookies than you."
He teased because he cared. Which is to say, he teased so that Bruce knew it was safe to retreat back into his grumpy little shell because things were back to normal now and there would be no more serious discussion of emotions to scare him.
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Date: 2015-08-03 11:32 pm (UTC)HE was better now, thank you for the safe avenue of retreat. "It is probably why you're the favorite."
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Date: 2015-08-14 03:40 pm (UTC)"Alfie has never given me drugged cookies," he replied, tone still smug. It probably wasn't entirely true, there were definitely anti-biotics, painkillers and other assorted medications he'd refused to take that had been smuggled into him via chocolate chips over the years.
"I'm everybody's favourite."
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Date: 2015-08-16 09:21 pm (UTC)Or tranquilizer dart, for that matter. Or whatever teh hell else Alfred did to get horse tranquilizers into Bruce.
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Date: 2015-08-17 06:33 am (UTC)"Exactly. Alfie loves me best so he's never found me so annoying he needed to sedate me." He teased. Technically it was because Dick actually stopped when he was injured. Most of the time. For a bit. More than Bruce did, anyway, and he actually let himself get some sleep occasionally.
That was another good thing about Clark, he was another person who would force Bruce to get more regular sleep. And if they weren't sleeping, Dick didn't want to know about it.
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Date: 2015-08-19 09:29 am (UTC)"I should ask if he's had occasion to sedate Jason yet." He paused and rephrased. Jason was always an occasion. "I should ask if he's actually done it. I'm not sure I want to know."
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Date: 2015-08-19 10:21 pm (UTC)"I bet he has. Jaybird's good at being annoying enough you want to sedate him," he grinned. He didn't really mean it, Dick was very fond of all his brothers, even when they drove him insane. Which, admittedly, was often. ...ok, so maybe he meant it a little bit, but that was just the perils of siblings really.
"I better head off," he said after a moment of silence "glad we had this talk, I will leave you in peace and force unwelcome emotions on you no longer. Until next time anyway."
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Date: 2015-08-19 10:22 pm (UTC)All he said before he turned away though, was 'Thank you'.
For him, that was pretty huge.
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Date: 2015-08-19 10:34 pm (UTC)Dick put a hand over his heart and pretended to wipe a tear away from his eye, but teasing aside he was genuinely touched. Smiling more genuinely, he nodded slightly.
"You're welcome," he said quietly, before turning away and heading out.
(Fin XD)