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[There's something to be said for having Bruce be closer to his age that makes it less intimidating at times, even if there's a ringing paradox to the entire thing. Cut from the same cloth, and made to be so near the same person and yet Dick's been through a life apart from the mansion for some time. Tangentially, there's also a different kind of emotion attached to this Bruce, than one he'd ever feel for any of the others, the ones who raised him.

It bounces back and forth, confusing him and yet now while he's feeling softer and more open due to the effects of far too much alcohol, maybe it's easier to slice through the hard shell Dick knows so well, and expose the network of guilt and grief that he's equally accustomed to beating dully inside. At least, that's what he expect inside one he imagines he knows well enough.

So, he waits, with the good alcohol out. A bottle of bourbon. He's already had two glasses and left Bruce one sitting on the coffee table right next to his in front of the leather couch, not next to the large wing-backed chair that would probably be the other man's choice. Sorry Bruce. ]