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[Dick is no stranger to a glass filled with dark amber liquid. There are plenty of nights that he's resorted to his private stash, the one locked behind a panel in his bedroom wall. He got into the habit of keeping it there when he was in Titan's Tower and the kids kept nicking his liquor. Dick got smarter, and found a place they would never find it.

Now it's there when he needs it. Always more than one bottle, and always several kinds for the different types of evenings he has. Tonight he doesn't need it. Tonight he doesn't even think about it as he tucks his body tight against another one. It must be an instinct, because Dick doesn't think twice about it.

If it had been any other person, he might not have done it. In fact, Dick knows he wouldn't have his arm wrapped tight and his lips pressed to Bruce's chest, had it been anyone but Bruce-- but here he is. Dick kisses up Bruce's chest and along his chin, finding comfort in the action. He noses softly at the base of Bruce's chin and looks at him with overly large brown eyes.]

I know. Don't let go.