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[Perhaps it's all true, but there's nothing tangible that Dick has to predict Bruce's absolute mannerisms. This Robin has only the history that he knows, and the foundation of pain and suffering he's found along the way. Before it's always been Dick that has left behind anyone he's tied himself to, slicing with his own emotional knives. He never stayed any course, or kept through any promises until this last mission, but there was never a relationship involved, only the mission. There's hope, but that's all he truly manages as a chord toward his future.

It's not foresight that moves his fingers down Bruce's back and wages war against fabric until the pads of his digits scatter and brush over the tiniest bit of flesh, breathing in that deeper connection that Dick craves as much as he does anything else right now. It could be shoved away, taken in this second and Dick would understand.

The path he wanders is fraught with dangers and risks, something that Dick faces every day. He throws himself into harm for people he doesn't even know, so why wouldn't he eventually toss himself into the same type of dangerous fray when it comes to desire, and that which he seeks in those eyes so crystal clear in front of him. ]

No one deserves anything in this world. You and I we didn't deserve the cups handed to us. Who's to say what I deserve, what you do. Stop telling me that I deserve better. You don't know what I've done...

[Choking on those words would have been easier than saying them aloud, but Dick manages it. He swallows down the taste of bile in his throat that hasn't bothered him in a while. Dropping his own head, Dick almost breaks the connection, but he can't. He will not break first. Even as his eyes close, his mouth opens to that thumb, kissing the tip of it, before catching it between his lips gently. ]

Bruce...

[The name is a whispered breath pushed between lips as they release the calloused finger. Sweeping his hand from behind Bruce, Dick slides both hands now, alcohol long ago forgotten, along the sides of Bruce's body and up to line fingers together at the back of the other male's neck. Curling nails inward, they press dully against the skin. ]

... I don't care what I deserve, I only know what I want right now.