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[It's that. That's the thing that Dick is slowly pulling into place. Maybe it's been time in coming, or perhaps it was the boost in foolhardiness that the alcohol provided, but it's that missing piece that Dick has finally latched onto. The difference, the man and the myth. His mentor will always be a bit more, a bit beyond Dick, but Bruce is real. He's made of the same flawed flesh and bone that Dick is.

Sitting there, with his hand on Bruce's face, Dick realizes the man next to him is merely Bruce. He's like any other of the titans, or vigilantes that he's known. They've all been different, yes, but each and every person broken in one manner or another.

Inhaling deeply, nostrils flare slightly while Dick shakes his head. He's taken his journey, and has already run from this city once. He took flight, flew hard and burned cities around his ankles. Men brought him to heel, and he dedicated himself with his own self-righteous anger at smacking back. Dick was no saint, and there's a very big reason why he burned all his relationships down into the ground until very recently.

Maybe he could remember to take care of himself, but only because it was all but beaten into him-- he had other issues, ones that burn around his tender heart. He's growing, but it's still a long journey and he wants to take Bruce along with him. ]

No. no. I am not going to leave again. I did that once, and almost lost it all. I want to stay, and I think it would be good for both of us.

[There's equal softness of tone, and demeanor. Dick knows that he should move one way or the other, but he's caught there in those eyes.]

I- You have incredible eyes, Bruce. Truly striking, beautiful really.

[swallowing the lump in his throat, Dick almost forgets that he has a glass in his other hand, letting it tip until the contents fall over his fingers.] Oh. shit. man. How stupid of me.