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[It might still be vengeance, but it's there with that dogmatic purpose that Bruce can forge his absolute calling and Dick knows it far better than anyone else, living with his mentor for so many years. It all started somewhere and whether it be two or twenty years, the person developing within is still the one who fights to protect Gotham, even if it's to chase after the ones who are responsible for the worst night of his life. At least, this is what rumbles around in Dick's think tank as he mulls over the slender male next to him and his empty glass while silence wafts around them.

The smile still rests there as he nods, a slow, exaggerated down and up of his head. Dick knows that Alfred deserves a lot of credit. Stubborn is and will always be something that Alfred has to deal with, from one generation to the next and thereafter. Pulling a leg up on the couch bent at the knee, Dick directly shifts his stance so that he can look at Bruce over the bend. The alcohol is there if Bruce cares to pour himself another. If not, perhaps Dick will get to it momentarily to keep his heady buzz going.

Goodness knows it's what pushes him beyond any boundaries he might have stuck to before, in space and conversation.]

He puts up with a lot, and that doesn't really change. I'm sure you give him a rough time, but you care and he knows it. It's hard not to, and he's the one that cares for us, even through the hard times. I don't know when you'll find exactly what you need, but I'm here with you. I'm not going anywhere.

[The hand that had reached out previously, does so again and lifts the stray bits of hair that dangle in front of Bruce's visage. Dick runs a finger down the other male's cheek and pauses there for a second, biting his own bottom lip as he does.]