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( this is when bruce usually crawls into bed anyways. when he drops his head to the pillow and tries to find some semblance of peace within his slumber. it doesn't always come— rarely, really. nightmares are more prone to greet him when his eyes finally fall shut, but. not always. sometimes there's just nothing but black and he doesn't dream at all. he prefers it that way, really. even if it all feels over within the blink of an eye.

he makes his way to the bed — removes the robe he'd been given. naked. pale. scarred. both physically and emotionally as dick himself is. dropping down on the bed, he sighs. lets his fingers gently brush over the clean sheets beneath him. they're not his own, yet somehow they remind him of his. after a moment, he falls back. lays there on the bed and cards a set of fingers through his hair that's now just a little damp. he's tired. of a lot of things. but he tries to not let them weigh him down. not right now, right here, at least.

if he can find just a moment of peace, he'll take it. for as short-lived as it may be. )