[So many parts of that Dick inherited. There's been the anger, and guilt, the scars that leave his soul and most probably his heart a blackened lump inside his chest. It does a thing to lose one parents in a horrific way. How many times did Dick run away and seek his revenge on the man who ended his happiness. He wanted death for death. It wasn't until Bruce opened up the batcave to him, and honed him into a smaller version of himself, a tiny vigilante--who, before he could claim being a teen had been left alone in the woods to fight the night and fear itself. There was no place for fear when one took on Gotham.
In this strange manner and world, Dick had been Gotham's savior for longer than Bruce had, somehow, and yet he still respected him the same. There was knowledge in his heart that in his own way, it was the same person. Dick had been through death and life again through the help of a Lazarus pit, who was to say that time twists didn't exist. This was his partner, his friend on some strange level, both in and on a different part of their life journey though. It brought respect, and a bit more.
Trying, that was something that Dick understood, and knew on a very honest level. Maybe he had played the playboy a bit more than this Bruce had, but that was in his past, he hoped. Dick had also fucked up every single relationship he'd ever had, including most every one he had with his Titans. Until their very last mission (and by then it was only a few of the "kids" left behind). Somehow, he grew and redeemed himself. It may have left him alone as they all moved up and grew up the way they were supposed to, but Dick was satisfied with that. It was this Dick, that greeted Bruce with a lopsided smile.]
Hey, glad you came. Bourbon's on the table. Make yourself cozy. I'll set up a fire so it doesn't get too cold in here.
[The apartment wasn't large by Wayne manor standards, but Dick didn't like to showcase his wealth too much, unless he needed something, or really wanted something bad enough. That said, he didn't live uncomfortably. The furniture was nice, dark on more dark (of course), and there was a fireplace, a kitchen where he could cook. There was space for both a training room, and one for his 'work'. There was also a large bedroom, with a giant king sized bed. A huge bathtub and shower enhanced the bath, but really, those were the creature comforts he paid for. What more could a bachelor want than to be king of his own bedroom? Oh, maybe an impressive weapon's cache? That was obviously in the training room, and he had that too. Thank you Wayne Enterprises.]
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In this strange manner and world, Dick had been Gotham's savior for longer than Bruce had, somehow, and yet he still respected him the same. There was knowledge in his heart that in his own way, it was the same person. Dick had been through death and life again through the help of a Lazarus pit, who was to say that time twists didn't exist. This was his partner, his friend on some strange level, both in and on a different part of their life journey though. It brought respect, and a bit more.
Trying, that was something that Dick understood, and knew on a very honest level. Maybe he had played the playboy a bit more than this Bruce had, but that was in his past, he hoped. Dick had also fucked up every single relationship he'd ever had, including most every one he had with his Titans. Until their very last mission (and by then it was only a few of the "kids" left behind). Somehow, he grew and redeemed himself. It may have left him alone as they all moved up and grew up the way they were supposed to, but Dick was satisfied with that. It was this Dick, that greeted Bruce with a lopsided smile.]
Hey, glad you came. Bourbon's on the table. Make yourself cozy. I'll set up a fire so it doesn't get too cold in here.
[The apartment wasn't large by Wayne manor standards, but Dick didn't like to showcase his wealth too much, unless he needed something, or really wanted something bad enough. That said, he didn't live uncomfortably. The furniture was nice, dark on more dark (of course), and there was a fireplace, a kitchen where he could cook. There was space for both a training room, and one for his 'work'. There was also a large bedroom, with a giant king sized bed. A huge bathtub and shower enhanced the bath, but really, those were the creature comforts he paid for. What more could a bachelor want than to be king of his own bedroom? Oh, maybe an impressive weapon's cache? That was obviously in the training room, and he had that too. Thank you Wayne Enterprises.]