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[Maybe that's a quandary for another day, but having been under his mentor's taunts and torments for years, it's really nothing in comparison for Dick. He knows that Bruce is very much The Batman, but is also not Dick, Nightwing. They are both winged creatures of the night known to strike terror into those that might oppose them. The crazy may tell stories about them, but so many more are locked away wishing they'd never looked upon the masks of either.

Dick can hold the eyes that settle upon him now, and as fixated as they are-- he won't let them go, not now and he has no thoughts for the future. It's about moment by moment, and perhaps today and tomorrow.

The bolder they grow, the more Dick too thinks about the cartons on the bed. Even as he presses into the hand that moves within his robe, and tips his head to the mouth that covers him, there's a sigh knowing that they will have to move. Pulling his hands up into Bruce's hair, Dick's fingers stick to the short feathered bits in the back and clings to them]

Let's move...

[He bends to kiss Bruce's lips and then the corner's of them, nipping lightly before pulling back.]

The food. So that we don't spill, or mess the sheets, like dogs.