[ the story has him frowning, a deeply disturbed feeling pulling through his insides with the thought of the Joker getting into the cave and gassing Bruce, on top of controlling Tim. he shakes his head, moving the gauze away to check the tiny cut and sees that it's stopped bleeding. he tapes a small square of bandage to it next, smoothing gently across the cut, satisfied with his handiwork. ]
You saved him. You know, Bruce likes to act like he doesn't need anyone ever, but part of why he's like this is because he does. He really does.
[ family. found family, chosen family.
at the apology, genuine surprise lifts Dick's brows. ]
You're good. [ he shrugs it off with a single shoulder. ] And honestly? Part of me wanted you to be right. If there was a world where Bruce wasn't a total paranoid asshole... [ a wry laugh breathes out instead of the words at the tip of his tongue: I'd wanna stay there. ] Guess it was just wishful thinking. Listen. Now that you know, you're better for it. Alright?
[ It made sense. He was alone for a very long time before Terry ever swiped the suit. He had pushed away everyone who had ever cared about him. Some of them to the point that they never visited. Terry had been foolish to think maybe things would be different for him and Bruce. But they never were, were they? ]
He's got a lot to answer for, but I'm not going to turn my back on him.
[ It wasn't all bad. Before this, they got along well enough for someone as grumpy and often downright hostile like Bruce. Enough that Terry considered them friends. Maybe with some time, he could forgive this. He didn't want to be someone else who walked away. ]
Thanks. If I'm gonna hold hands with someone after getting blown up, I'm glad it was you.
[ Dick nods once, a small, heartened smile softening the tense line of his mouth. ]
Good. It'll just take a little bit of time, but--he deserves it. And so do you.
[ Terry's a good kid, Dick decides, laughing again at the quip, though much more genuinely this time than wryly. ]
Thanks, Terry. I'm glad it was you, too. [ he reaches out to land a friendly pat on Terry's shoulder. ] Come on. Let's clean this up and get moving. We've got a lotta ground to cover before the old man shows up.
Sounds good. If you ever want to thread again I'm down.
[ There was still work to do and he would see it through. Pushing back from the table, Terry gets up to get his backpack and the suit. When he returns, he takes the tracker and puts it away in one of the pockets. Didn't want Bruce getting too suspicious. ]
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You saved him. You know, Bruce likes to act like he doesn't need anyone ever, but part of why he's like this is because he does. He really does.
[ family. found family, chosen family.
at the apology, genuine surprise lifts Dick's brows. ]
You're good. [ he shrugs it off with a single shoulder. ] And honestly? Part of me wanted you to be right. If there was a world where Bruce wasn't a total paranoid asshole... [ a wry laugh breathes out instead of the words at the tip of his tongue: I'd wanna stay there. ] Guess it was just wishful thinking. Listen. Now that you know, you're better for it. Alright?
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He's got a lot to answer for, but I'm not going to turn my back on him.
[ It wasn't all bad. Before this, they got along well enough for someone as grumpy and often downright hostile like Bruce. Enough that Terry considered them friends. Maybe with some time, he could forgive this. He didn't want to be someone else who walked away. ]
Thanks. If I'm gonna hold hands with someone after getting blown up, I'm glad it was you.
shall we put a wrap to this one?
Good. It'll just take a little bit of time, but--he deserves it. And so do you.
[ Terry's a good kid, Dick decides, laughing again at the quip, though much more genuinely this time than wryly. ]
Thanks, Terry. I'm glad it was you, too. [ he reaches out to land a friendly pat on Terry's shoulder. ] Come on. Let's clean this up and get moving. We've got a lotta ground to cover before the old man shows up.
Sounds good. If you ever want to thread again I'm down.
[ There was still work to do and he would see it through. Pushing back from the table, Terry gets up to get his backpack and the suit. When he returns, he takes the tracker and puts it away in one of the pockets. Didn't want Bruce getting too suspicious. ]
Ready. Let's finish this.