[Rather than spend his time texting anymore, Dick does what he set out to do with the first text he got, which was visit Bruce. There had been days when he'd been happy after he left, but not a lot of them. He'd become increasingly disillusioned about who he was if he wasn't Batman's Robin anymore.
Maybe it wasn't the traditional bond, but they'd had... something together. Fighting in Gotham's underbelly was life. They'd both been raised into the darkness. The trip was fast. Dick never moved slow. Not too much time lapsed before he was letting himself into the mansion like he always did. It took a little bit before he found Bruce. ]
Hey. Did you ever decide on dinner?
[He spoke rather softly, even though he knew that Bruce was aware the second he'd crossed the manor's threshold.]
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Maybe it wasn't the traditional bond, but they'd had... something together. Fighting in Gotham's underbelly was life. They'd both been raised into the darkness. The trip was fast. Dick never moved slow. Not too much time lapsed before he was letting himself into the mansion like he always did. It took a little bit before he found Bruce. ]
Hey. Did you ever decide on dinner?
[He spoke rather softly, even though he knew that Bruce was aware the second he'd crossed the manor's threshold.]