( there's a lift of his gaze as dick speaks. blue eyes peering through strands of dark hair there in front of his face. bruce isn't often one to divulge others in the demons he's facing β in the way he feels as if he's beginning to drown in everything, so it's difficult to convey what he's feeling or dealing with or how utterly defeated he sometimes feels because... he doesn't want to. yet there is always some small part of him that does. that longs for a sort of connection that makes him feel things outside of grief, anger, and a burning need for vengeance.
it must be the ten year old boy who lost his parents in him, he thinks.
sigh on his lips, he lifts his head then. takes a second to glance around before he's looking back over to dick there. )
Thank you.
( it means more to him than dick may ever really know. )
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it must be the ten year old boy who lost his parents in him, he thinks.
sigh on his lips, he lifts his head then. takes a second to glance around before he's looking back over to dick there. )
Thank you.
( it means more to him than dick may ever really know. )