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I'm the same way. The pit has a bad after effect. Dying does that to you. It's like a stain on my soul. I used to dream about other things, and now...this.

[Strange thing to be able to share the nightmares with another person. He could never talk to his mentor about this type of thing. They weren't the type to talk about things that were perceived as weaknesses. It was known they existed, because each had been there to bring water or to wake the other from screaming, but no words were ever spoken, no comfort given. That was weakness.

Looking at Bruce now, Dick hoped there wasn't that same thought. Wetting his lips, Dick slid lower in the bed and laid his head on Bruce's lap, across the sheets that pooled in his lap. He ran a hand up and down the outer portion of his thigh. A small smile began to form. It had been ages since he'd done anything as simple as this with someone else, so long that Dick couldn't even recall it-- had it even ever happened before?]