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Oh no I meant
Well I meant sometimes the kids get scared. He's not fond of that, but he tries.Of course. But you cannot blame a man for wondering where the limits are.
[When they involve terrorism, psychological abuse and poisoning the water supply? Yes you can.]
[When they involve terrorism, psychological abuse and poisoning the water supply? Yes you can.]
I understand. Sometimes kids get scared of me even when I am helping. I understand, but I am not fond of it.
I can and will, always. [and just cause Dick’s a petty little bitch]Edited 2025-06-25 00:20 (UTC)
No, it doesn’t feel good. But they don’t know better. Unlike the adults.Repetition compulsion. Habits. Routines. Feeling unheard.
Always and forever. And so it goes.
[His message is abstract, connected to the "can and will, always" without involving the other man as anything but subject.]
Always and forever. And so it goes.
[His message is abstract, connected to the "can and will, always" without involving the other man as anything but subject.]
No, we definitely don’t always. But we can keep trying.You'd be surprised. I guess I have to be the optimistic one, though.Does that mean you force yourself to be optimistic?
Well, it’s my job to be the optimistic one. [so there’s the answer][He hardly ever looks happy. This is the default expression, and Dick isn't too bothered by it. He's got a job to do, and he can multitask, has since he was like 12. At least he got the bar.]
Can you give me a bite of it? Please, dad? [softening his voice a little using the d-word]
Can you give me a bite of it? Please, dad? [softening his voice a little using the d-word]
[ Ugh. Dick Grayson — impossible human being — knew exactly how to get under his skin. He reaches for the bar and tears the wrapper with his teeth so he can have a bite and sets the rest aside. ]
Get on with it, Dick. I have work to do.
Get on with it, Dick. I have work to do.
[Richard Grayson isn't smug, that isn't becoming of a hero, and one of Gotham's sons, transplanted or not. But he does hide a grin in his arm, and gets back to stitching Bruce's wound. He doesn't have to say anything to know he's won, just a little.]
Roger, roger.
Roger, roger.
[ He can hide his grin, but Bruce still knows it's there. He thinks he's won and in a small way he has. Bruce doesn't like it. ]
Stop smiling.
[ He may as well ask the sun to stop shining. ]
Stop smiling.
[ He may as well ask the sun to stop shining. ]
Edited (typo) 2025-07-02 03:27 (UTC)
[It's probably the brightness of his eyes that give him away, even trained on fixing up Bruce's wound. Or the dimples. Either way, he turns that expression to Bruce now-- and it's carefully neutral]
This isn't exactly a laughing matter, I'm not a masochist, I'll have you know.
This isn't exactly a laughing matter, I'm not a masochist, I'll have you know.
I'm alright, Barnes. Don't worry about lil ol' me. Did you hear about that on the news, or were you nearby?
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