( he tends to just grab whatever at kwik trip. canned goods, boxed bakery items, packaged snacks, bottled drinks... even if this place did have an actual grocery store or supermarket fully stocked with everything anyone could need, it's still not as if he'd have any real idea on what would be considered to pick up there. not when it comes to preparing meals anyways.
at the offer, he looks over to him. sunglasses still on for the moment. )
I'm fine.
( the words are soft. like his movements. setting things out for dick to look at and do what he likes with. )
Not sure how long this will all last, but. Kwik Trip stocks daily at least.
[No one actually said Dick could cook all that great, even when he did attempt to do his best. Mostly the teens stuck their noses up in the air at the things he created. They did drink his protein shakes for some reason.
He didn't make those here. He probably should, but it took effort and he still hadn't gotten around to doing that yet. It was probably for the same reason he couldn't bring himself to work out in any of the training rooms around by himself yet. It wasn't home, and he was still allowed to miss it.
Dick pulled out a beer for himself and cracked it open. He set a bottle of water out in case Bruce changed his mind. ]
Do they? I don't usually get there that often. I've been trying to get out more lately. I checked out that new city, the one with the snakes, kittens and the dragon. Have you seen the dragon yet. It's unreal.
( with the groceries laid out, bruce removes his cap and sets it down on the counter. quiet. pensive. before he finally decides to take the sunglasses off, too. he watches the way dick moves about β how he sets the bottled water down for him while grabbing a beer for himself. his thoughts drift a little, yet still manages to hear what it is he says. )
No.
( swallowing, he gives a brief shake of his head. looks down as he takes the bottled water in hand. )
[Nothing in the kitchen has been changed from how it had been originally set up, so Dick stores things in the same places that Bruce would have placed them had he gone shopping for the manor.
He notes the quietness, but doesn't bother to intrude on it anymore than he has with the causal conversation. If there's something further bothering the other, Dick knows it'll come up eventually if it's meant to. He might be learning slowly. Prying is a very meticulous skill, and Dick has found it not very useful in their handful of conversations.
Popping up to sit on the countertop, he leans back on one hand and considers Bruce for a second.]
Went out on some reconnaissance with Barbara. That woman can move, but mostly observed from a rooftop earlier by myself and with some kid. It's fucking amazing. I never thought I'd see anything like it outside of a storybook. I mean, a real live dragon. I only hope that he or she doesn't get riled up and try to cook us for dinner.
( there's a bit of a look he gives when dick goes and mentions barbara. one that reads a little disgruntled almost, but. it's fleeting. bruce twisting the cap off the bottled water and allowing himself to take a slow drink from it.
licking over his lips, his gaze drifts around the kitchen. )
Are you really ok here? ( a beat. ) Being here by yourself, I mean.
[The question surprises him a little, and Dick lets out a long breath. Maybe back when his plush was destroyed he would have said he wasn't. He was within inches of throwing in the towel. After helping Bruce with the Batmobile, and feeling so completely leftout of even knowing that he'd left, Dick had been rather crestfallen.
After what came on the other side of it, Dick's taken a new approach and has been trying to tell himself that his circumstances are what he makes of them. They always have been, and it's always been his burden to take care of himself and others, not the other way around. It's time he got back to that.
Taking another small sip from the beer, Dick glances around at the near stark silence of the large empty space and lifts a shoulder.]
Someone's got to be here, and if that someone is me, that's alright. I don't mind so much anymore. Honestly, I'm better with people, but I'm learning to get along by myself. It's good for me.
( bruce's gaze drops as he chews on dick's words there. staring to the bottle of water he still holds there in his hand. after a moment, he sighs. pinches the bridge of his nose. )
I uh... I'm sorry. ( a beat. ) For not being here.
[He takes a spot, and thinks for another second. Looking at the way Bruce pinches his nose, he reaches over and touches him softly for a second and then drops his hand.]
I mean, I wish you'd told me you were leaving, but after the dolls and shit, I got over it and am really doing better. I give you my word.
( at the mention of the dolls, he thinks back to his own. sees the twisted face of his mother there behind his eyes. reaching for him. strangling him. damian trying to get her off him. it has him suck in a breath sharply before he lets it go, shaky, and eyes fall shut. again, he swallows. )
I didn'tβ I wasn't supposed to. I didn't mean to have it seem that way. That I... left.
( genuinely. he didn't. things have just been... difficult for him. )
[That look. Dick worked with enough people, destroying dolls, watching faces grow twisted and sullen that he knew the look. It made him swallow. The last thing Dick wanted was for Bruce to feel any loss again. He'd only had his for a short time, and it was bad enough.
Jumping off the counter, Dick moves to Bruce's side and stands there, letting it be known that he's not leaving. He's not the type to run when things are shitty, and he doesn't hold a grudge. No matter how shitty his attitude was earlier on in their stay here.]
It's alright. There's no hard feelings, okay. I know where you are, and you're here... now. I can find you still. That's what's the most important to me.
( it's easy enough to hear dick's movements β to know that he's there beside him without having to look up. because he can't. look up. look at him. not at the moment, anyway. all he can do is stare to the bottle of water he holds there in front of him, fingers wrapped in gauze that he should change at some point.
his expression goes hard. another brief shake of his head and he's dragging teeth there over his bottom lip. )
No. It's not alright. I haven't let you be around despite telling you you can stay here. I haven't... been here. In general. Just barely.
[First Bruce tells them in no uncertain terms that they can't be friends, and now he's bothered that he wasn't here. It's one of those contradictions that Dick knows only makes sense for Bruce, but Dick hates that the other male has to go through. The ups and downs of his emotional turmoil -- Dick has fought through so much of that being here already.
How much did he unload earlier. He let himself fall into tears, and then became overly emotional. He still worries about that. Now he's here with Bruce, and can feel the concern trying to etch its way into his features. He's not gotten much better at hiding it lately. ]
I know I'm not alone, Bruce. You're not either. Here or there, neither of us are, like it or not. I get that, even if we take time to come back together at times. Neither of us push really well if you know what I'm saying.
( he's been trying to make sense of the things he's been dealing with here. of things that have the potential to come to be at some point for him. it hasn't been easy for him and some part of him knows he's let himself sink into it all, but. there's still a small flicker of hope. there always is. even if sometimes he can barely see it.
dick goes and says what he does and bruce just rubs a hand over his face. it's not fair dick often gets dealt this hand with him. he needs to turn it around. )
You shoulder a lot more than you let on. ( a beat. ) Because you feel like you have to, don't you?
[Once more Bruce goes around and surprises him in the most unconventional way. It's always been the thing that Dick has done. He's always taken the reigns of life that's been thrown at him because to do anything else would be defeat and that's something he's only ever let happen once, and that was when he thought he was protecting the people he loved most.
Turning, he puts a hip to the counter and looks at Bruce fully on. Scrubbing his own face now, he takes a deep breath and thinks before he answers. ]
I have always put things on my shoulders because I don't know how to do differently, but here... Here has been different. During the big things that happen, sure. Yes. I take on everything given. I'm going to do my job. That's who I am. I can't deny me.
[a pause, and another breath.]
I made a choice with you, because you were kind to me first. I choose carefully the people I let in, and I decided to let you in. I'm bad at letting go once I decide. I don't have to here, with you. I chose to.
( dick's words are enough to have bruce look up to him then. for blue eyes to search the other man's face carefully there under the kitchen lighting. he remembers that time. when they first met. when dick had been so confused and lost with where he was and... under the influence of the rain. how he'd taken him along. kept him dry under his umbrella. brought him to the manor and fetched him something dry to wear. neither of them knew who the other was and yet, they'd found their way to one another. without any help from the others. he wonders if that means something. if it's a parallel to how things will come to be. )
I can't promise that I'll be better at it. There's... ( a sigh, he tries again. ) ...a lot I'm trying to deal with. I just don't know how.
( he can barely handle the traumas he already carries with him. adding another one onto the current ones... it'd just been a little too much recently. )
[It's then that Dick catches himself looking at those crystal clear blue eyes. There's a little bit of hope he finds welling up within. He smiles softly, gently. It's a small familiar feeling, the spark of possibility, of a touch of friendship. He's only found it with one other person here and it takes him a second to honor it.
Dick knows that it's a rare thing, and he wants to be careful with what Bruce is offering. He nods and runs his fingers together, trying to keep them occupied. He's used to touching, but he doesn't want to overwhelm Bruce.]
I don't expect you to be anything other than who you are. I hope you know that. I'm not always going to be great either. I'm going to do my best.
[Finally he does reach out again, a hand on an arm. It's a small, simple gesture but it feels better for him to make that little connection.]
All of this here is a lot to deal with. At least we can text when we can't do better, maybe. I'll try at least that much. I'm glad I got to see you today. I know it's been .. well, a lot, but I wanted to see you or at least talk to you. So, thanks.
[All that Dick can think is that no one had the right to force people to feel the things that they did, to experience the epitome of their worst grief multiplied.]
( it's a strange thing. people wanting to see him. to be around him. despite the months he's spent with damian more or less at his side here, it's still not something he's entirely used to. something he thinks natural of others to want from him. it's only been him and alfred for so long.
the touch is met with a swallow and bruce ducks his head for a moment. there's a part of him that feels he doesn't deserve this. doesn't deserve the care he can feel through the other man's touch for him. he thinks he doesn't deserve it and yet dick feels otherwise. a conundrum bruce will come to struggle with for years, he feels. when it concerns others, that is. )
You're a good man, Dick. I hope he's proud of you.
[Watching the small duck of his head makes Dick tip his head down, lower his gaze a little. He's not exactly sure why, but it's a feeling he gets. He has no idea what's going on in Bruce's head, but Dick feels as he always has when it comes to the other man. There's a need to merely be there. It has nothing to do with him being Bruce Wayne. That's the thing. If his name had been John Smith, Dick would have felt the same.
It's the way he carries himself, the slight insecurity that follows him around-- carried in the sunglasses and heavy dressings. Dick doesn't think of those as anything but shields from others, from access to the truly kind person that sits within. He watched him when they first met, and has caught glimpses other times, now obviously being one of those.
Lingering fingers draw down to brush over Bruce's to touch for seconds before they pull away. ]
You are too, Bruce. I don't need anyone to be proud of me, but I want you to know that, even when you may not feel like it. Remember that I don't care what your name is. I never have. You've got nothing to live up to or down to in my life. You are merely a person, a friend to me, and I don't plan on letting go.
( 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. )
[The soft sigh, the gaze, they all mean so much more to Dick now than they would have previously when he was stuck in his own little pathetic bubble of self-woe and loathing. Looking outside of himself is a much better look, and he feels so much better for it. It lets him remember what it's like to sit around other people quietly, what little gestures mean. He's spent his life being trained in things like this-- but that's hardly a thing to think about here.
This is more about two people connecting on a deeper level. Dick thinks that's what it is, at least. He knows the sigh is hard, that Bruce is trying and all Dick can do is appreciate it for what it is. They've crossed a huge bridge today. Letting his darker eyes meet Bruce's light ones once more, he nods. ]
You're welcome, but it's what I'm here for. I've got sturdy shoulders, meant to lean against.
[He leans a little against Bruce with a soft smile, reminding the other man that Dick will lean back too. He knows that Bruce has more than his fair share dumped on him right now, and Dick will take all the burden that Bruce will allow, help him relax in any way the other needs, but there's a simple relief in knowing the other person exists in his world. It's a good thing.]
( the comment about leaning against him gets bruce to hum a little in thought. slowly, the sunglasses come off. set on the counter. fingers then going to card through his hair a little. )
Was wondering what they were for.
( it's a little dryly said, though clearly as a means to be playful more than anything else. just. you know. in a very bruce wayne sort of way.
he licks over his lips then. reaches out for a can and looks it over there in his hand. )
[Not having noticed where Bruce set the sunglasses earlier, he'd only known that they'd come off a while back, Dick watches as they hit the counter. He lays his head over onto Bruce's shoulder slightly with a wide grin.]
You've got pretty broad ones too. Might work well as a pillow.
[Lifting his head, he jousts slightly with his hip, following along in the same teasing manner, but upping it that little bit that makes it more Dick worthy. Leaning over, Dick follows Bruce's eyes as they scour the can. There's nothing too exciting about it, but a shared interest is better than nothing.
When he mentions the network, Dick chuckles.]
She mentioned it a while ago. Then sent me a note recently about some building. Real excited about it. The Oracle in my world is way different, got all shut down by my Barbara herself cause it was hacked. Guess this Oracle is some next level shit. I don't know. I take it she hit you up too...[pauses]... of course she would.
[Dick huffs, shaking his head. Bruce has said it before, and Dick's seeing it now, they really do all expect this whole Batman thing from him, and don't think of Bruce as his own person. To Dick it's a lot. It gives even more credence to what he said earlier.
He's not sure how he feels, but he's not going to discourage his friendship with Barbara anymore than he already has. That was another friendship he messed up early on, but it was complicated to begin with. At least he's got her treating him completely different now. ]
( can in hand, he moves around the kitchen. starts to... put some of this away because... it can't be left out on the counters like this. )
Yeah. She did.
( brought him out of his tower to go and see the thing which he hadn't been all too happy about. looking back on it now, maybe he shouldn't have bothered to go and see it, even if he did give her ten minutes as he said. their encounter hadn't gone the way she had wanted, he feels, and he gets the feeling she's a little upset with him for it. )
I didn't take her up on her offer.
( opening a cupboard door, he sets a couple cans in there. )
[Sitting for a few moments, he watches Bruce. Nothing has changed in the kitchen or pantries, so everything still has its place. Most of the groceries had been put away, but a few things still remained out when they started to talk.
Giving a slight roll of his eye, Dick isn't really truly surprised. When they'd first spoken about it, he'd been under the impression that there was more to this than met the eye and quite a bit more since Babs seemed couldn't speak about much-- at least that's what he gathered, or remembered. He'd been distracted, and not as interested in it as he probably should have been at the time.]
I probably will, but only for the sake of keeping my tentative friendship with her. I don't know why, but I feel like since she's my ex in my world and we started out really strangely, that I should ... try at least. This, this oracle thing. Fuck. I don't know. I say do what you want. You don't have to be a part of some weird network thing. If there's something important people can tell you.
[He pushes off and puts another can away, turning back to look at Bruce.]
It's better that way here, anyhow. This place is run by computers. Why trust any of it.
[Another can.]
She'll get over it and forgive you, I'm sure. Maybe you and I don't understand it all cause we aren't part of her universe, but she's got to understand that too.
( there's... something. he can't quite put his finger on it.
he watches as dick moves about. listens to what he has to say. there isn't much needing to be put away, but. bruce finds himself doing what he can with the few cans left out. it's only after a moment and another glance down to whatever can he has in his hand that he looks over to dick then. quiet. contemplative. )
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at the offer, he looks over to him. sunglasses still on for the moment. )
I'm fine.
( the words are soft. like his movements. setting things out for dick to look at and do what he likes with. )
Not sure how long this will all last, but. Kwik Trip stocks daily at least.
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He didn't make those here. He probably should, but it took effort and he still hadn't gotten around to doing that yet. It was probably for the same reason he couldn't bring himself to work out in any of the training rooms around by himself yet. It wasn't home, and he was still allowed to miss it.
Dick pulled out a beer for himself and cracked it open. He set a bottle of water out in case Bruce changed his mind. ]
Do they? I don't usually get there that often. I've been trying to get out more lately. I checked out that new city, the one with the snakes, kittens and the dragon. Have you seen the dragon yet. It's unreal.
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No.
( swallowing, he gives a brief shake of his head. looks down as he takes the bottled water in hand. )
I uh... haven't gotten out there. Not yet.
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He notes the quietness, but doesn't bother to intrude on it anymore than he has with the causal conversation. If there's something further bothering the other, Dick knows it'll come up eventually if it's meant to. He might be learning slowly. Prying is a very meticulous skill, and Dick has found it not very useful in their handful of conversations.
Popping up to sit on the countertop, he leans back on one hand and considers Bruce for a second.]
Went out on some reconnaissance with Barbara. That woman can move, but mostly observed from a rooftop earlier by myself and with some kid. It's fucking amazing. I never thought I'd see anything like it outside of a storybook. I mean, a real live dragon. I only hope that he or she doesn't get riled up and try to cook us for dinner.
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licking over his lips, his gaze drifts around the kitchen. )
Are you really ok here? ( a beat. ) Being here by yourself, I mean.
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After what came on the other side of it, Dick's taken a new approach and has been trying to tell himself that his circumstances are what he makes of them. They always have been, and it's always been his burden to take care of himself and others, not the other way around. It's time he got back to that.
Taking another small sip from the beer, Dick glances around at the near stark silence of the large empty space and lifts a shoulder.]
Someone's got to be here, and if that someone is me, that's alright. I don't mind so much anymore. Honestly, I'm better with people, but I'm learning to get along by myself. It's good for me.
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I uh... I'm sorry. ( a beat. ) For not being here.
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[He takes a spot, and thinks for another second. Looking at the way Bruce pinches his nose, he reaches over and touches him softly for a second and then drops his hand.]
I mean, I wish you'd told me you were leaving, but after the dolls and shit, I got over it and am really doing better. I give you my word.
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I didn'tβ I wasn't supposed to. I didn't mean to have it seem that way. That I... left.
( genuinely. he didn't. things have just been... difficult for him. )
I'm sorry.
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[That look. Dick worked with enough people, destroying dolls, watching faces grow twisted and sullen that he knew the look. It made him swallow. The last thing Dick wanted was for Bruce to feel any loss again. He'd only had his for a short time, and it was bad enough.
Jumping off the counter, Dick moves to Bruce's side and stands there, letting it be known that he's not leaving. He's not the type to run when things are shitty, and he doesn't hold a grudge. No matter how shitty his attitude was earlier on in their stay here.]
It's alright. There's no hard feelings, okay. I know where you are, and you're here... now. I can find you still. That's what's the most important to me.
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his expression goes hard. another brief shake of his head and he's dragging teeth there over his bottom lip. )
No. It's not alright. I haven't let you be around despite telling you you can stay here. I haven't... been here. In general. Just barely.
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How much did he unload earlier. He let himself fall into tears, and then became overly emotional. He still worries about that. Now he's here with Bruce, and can feel the concern trying to etch its way into his features. He's not gotten much better at hiding it lately. ]
I know I'm not alone, Bruce. You're not either. Here or there, neither of us are, like it or not. I get that, even if we take time to come back together at times. Neither of us push really well if you know what I'm saying.
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dick goes and says what he does and bruce just rubs a hand over his face. it's not fair dick often gets dealt this hand with him. he needs to turn it around. )
You shoulder a lot more than you let on. ( a beat. ) Because you feel like you have to, don't you?
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Turning, he puts a hip to the counter and looks at Bruce fully on. Scrubbing his own face now, he takes a deep breath and thinks before he answers. ]
I have always put things on my shoulders because I don't know how to do differently, but here... Here has been different. During the big things that happen, sure. Yes. I take on everything given. I'm going to do my job. That's who I am. I can't deny me.
[a pause, and another breath.]
I made a choice with you, because you were kind to me first. I choose carefully the people I let in, and I decided to let you in. I'm bad at letting go once I decide. I don't have to here, with you. I chose to.
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I can't promise that I'll be better at it. There's... ( a sigh, he tries again. ) ...a lot I'm trying to deal with. I just don't know how.
( he can barely handle the traumas he already carries with him. adding another one onto the current ones... it'd just been a little too much recently. )
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Dick knows that it's a rare thing, and he wants to be careful with what Bruce is offering. He nods and runs his fingers together, trying to keep them occupied. He's used to touching, but he doesn't want to overwhelm Bruce.]
I don't expect you to be anything other than who you are. I hope you know that. I'm not always going to be great either. I'm going to do my best.
[Finally he does reach out again, a hand on an arm. It's a small, simple gesture but it feels better for him to make that little connection.]
All of this here is a lot to deal with. At least we can text when we can't do better, maybe. I'll try at least that much. I'm glad I got to see you today. I know it's been .. well, a lot, but I wanted to see you or at least talk to you. So, thanks.
[All that Dick can think is that no one had the right to force people to feel the things that they did, to experience the epitome of their worst grief multiplied.]
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the touch is met with a swallow and bruce ducks his head for a moment. there's a part of him that feels he doesn't deserve this. doesn't deserve the care he can feel through the other man's touch for him. he thinks he doesn't deserve it and yet dick feels otherwise. a conundrum bruce will come to struggle with for years, he feels. when it concerns others, that is. )
You're a good man, Dick. I hope he's proud of you.
( the bruce wayne dick has in his gotham. )
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It's the way he carries himself, the slight insecurity that follows him around-- carried in the sunglasses and heavy dressings. Dick doesn't think of those as anything but shields from others, from access to the truly kind person that sits within. He watched him when they first met, and has caught glimpses other times, now obviously being one of those.
Lingering fingers draw down to brush over Bruce's to touch for seconds before they pull away. ]
You are too, Bruce. I don't need anyone to be proud of me, but I want you to know that, even when you may not feel like it. Remember that I don't care what your name is. I never have. You've got nothing to live up to or down to in my life. You are merely a person, a friend to me, and I don't plan on letting go.
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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. )
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This is more about two people connecting on a deeper level. Dick thinks that's what it is, at least. He knows the sigh is hard, that Bruce is trying and all Dick can do is appreciate it for what it is. They've crossed a huge bridge today. Letting his darker eyes meet Bruce's light ones once more, he nods. ]
You're welcome, but it's what I'm here for. I've got sturdy shoulders, meant to lean against.
[He leans a little against Bruce with a soft smile, reminding the other man that Dick will lean back too. He knows that Bruce has more than his fair share dumped on him right now, and Dick will take all the burden that Bruce will allow, help him relax in any way the other needs, but there's a simple relief in knowing the other person exists in his world. It's a good thing.]
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Was wondering what they were for.
( it's a little dryly said, though clearly as a means to be playful more than anything else. just. you know. in a very bruce wayne sort of way.
he licks over his lips then. reaches out for a can and looks it over there in his hand. )
Barbara reach out to you about her tower?
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You've got pretty broad ones too. Might work well as a pillow.
[Lifting his head, he jousts slightly with his hip, following along in the same teasing manner, but upping it that little bit that makes it more Dick worthy. Leaning over, Dick follows Bruce's eyes as they scour the can. There's nothing too exciting about it, but a shared interest is better than nothing.
When he mentions the network, Dick chuckles.]
She mentioned it a while ago. Then sent me a note recently about some building. Real excited about it. The Oracle in my world is way different, got all shut down by my Barbara herself cause it was hacked. Guess this Oracle is some next level shit. I don't know. I take it she hit you up too...[pauses]... of course she would.
[Dick huffs, shaking his head. Bruce has said it before, and Dick's seeing it now, they really do all expect this whole Batman thing from him, and don't think of Bruce as his own person. To Dick it's a lot. It gives even more credence to what he said earlier.
He's not sure how he feels, but he's not going to discourage his friendship with Barbara anymore than he already has. That was another friendship he messed up early on, but it was complicated to begin with. At least he's got her treating him completely different now. ]
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Yeah. She did.
( brought him out of his tower to go and see the thing which he hadn't been all too happy about. looking back on it now, maybe he shouldn't have bothered to go and see it, even if he did give her ten minutes as he said. their encounter hadn't gone the way she had wanted, he feels, and he gets the feeling she's a little upset with him for it. )
I didn't take her up on her offer.
( opening a cupboard door, he sets a couple cans in there. )
She didn't like that I didn't.
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Giving a slight roll of his eye, Dick isn't really truly surprised. When they'd first spoken about it, he'd been under the impression that there was more to this than met the eye and quite a bit more since Babs seemed couldn't speak about much-- at least that's what he gathered, or remembered. He'd been distracted, and not as interested in it as he probably should have been at the time.]
I probably will, but only for the sake of keeping my tentative friendship with her. I don't know why, but I feel like since she's my ex in my world and we started out really strangely, that I should ... try at least. This, this oracle thing. Fuck. I don't know. I say do what you want. You don't have to be a part of some weird network thing. If there's something important people can tell you.
[He pushes off and puts another can away, turning back to look at Bruce.]
It's better that way here, anyhow. This place is run by computers. Why trust any of it.
[Another can.]
She'll get over it and forgive you, I'm sure. Maybe you and I don't understand it all cause we aren't part of her universe, but she's got to understand that too.
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he watches as dick moves about. listens to what he has to say. there isn't much needing to be put away, but. bruce finds himself doing what he can with the few cans left out. it's only after a moment and another glance down to whatever can he has in his hand that he looks over to dick then. quiet. contemplative. )
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