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[Patience. He was told to have patience, but the bruising slowness that Bruce takes is for Dick's own benefit. He knows that it is. No matter what his mind and body tell him. No matter how many times he wants to tell Bruce to fuck into him already, to bury himself as deep as possible; Dick knows that it would rip that tender flesh inside him.

The deeper Bruce's cock penetrates, the various muscles he glides through. He raids the muscles that forcefully push against him, until reaching those that cling to his dripping cock and pull it deeper. Lessons all men who enjoy anal stimulation should know about their body, there will always come a point where the body wants to pull that toy, that sweet dick in deeper. Dick's body wraps around Bruce tightly and pulls at him as he suddenly snaps forward. ]

Fuck! Yes. Bruce!

[It's a low cry devoid of pain, full of desire and unabashed need instead. Dick's own fingers scramble to grip at the bedsheets, and he slowly begins to find a way to push his knees up beneath him so that he can begin to arch his body against Bruce's hips, now able to meet him without as much pain, the soreness giving way to a deeper feeling of fullness that Dick isn't even sure what to do with yet.]

More, I want more. You feel so good. So damn good. [Every push is rewarded with a soft moan, a drip of pleasure tantamount to the newness of experience Dick's taking at having someone else fill his body to what feels like the very end.]

You're taking it so good.

( words of praise and encouragement he brushes softly against the shell of dick's ear. because he is. so eager and devoid of any shame in being fucked from behind like he is. showing bruce how much he likes it — how much he needs and wants it. a stroke to the ego he didn't know he needed and it makes bruce weirdly possessive in the moment.

curling over dick's back, he presses the other man down against the bed and grinds against him. fucking him deep and hard, barely pulling back. he needs this. he knows he needs this now and chases after that filthy need to fill dick with his cum until he can barely take it anymore. he's not quite there yet — not yet ready to fill him up like he wants, but he's chasing after it. ruthlessly. selfishly. unabashed in wanting this with the other man.

blindly, lips brush messy kisses along the slope of dick's shoulder, one hand fisting the sheets around them while the other grips tight at a bicep, keeping the other man close against him as he fucks into him, almost mindless. the sounds that leave him are groans that turn into possessive growls, teeth dragging over warm, flushed skin, lapping up the scent of sex and sweat and this insatiable need for each other in this moment. where, despite the trepidation of what this could mean when hormones are more balanced, touching someone else's darkness that mirrors so closely to his own is something he never knew he needed until now and it makes him feel... )

I want to feel you come on my cock.

( he brushes the words to dick's ear, low and dark. )

[With that bout of praise, and Bruce's body finally, finally giving into all that it wants, all that Dick wants, not to mention desperately needs. The vigilante begins to focus on the angle of the hips that strive to fuck him deep into the pillow that he lays across. It only takes one shift of a leg, and suddenly Dick's world is spinning. He cries out loudly when a force flashes across his vision dragging him up from being selfishly taken, to swallowing down every beat against his body with a force of his own body back.]

Oh god, like that. Don't stop. Fuck, fuck me. Yes. So fucking good.

[Tossing his head back, Dick takes the lips, the bites and whatever else moves across his neck and back cries out Bruce's name so that it echoes around the room with the profane beating of their bodies. Nothing could ever make him feel this way again. Bruce reached inside and pulled something from Dick that no one had ever reached before, he filled in every empty crevice and sealed every crack, finally brokering it over with a physically exhausting pleasure that tore the oxygen from Dick's lungs. ]

You fill me up so good, fuck, don't stop. I'll come. I'll come for you.

[It was so close, Dick could feel the hardness of his dick against the pillow as Bruce slammed into him. He'd slide back and then push against that pillow, hollowing out a groove in the case for his own cock to harness. Time and again, back and forth, his prostate and then his cock, both wet and damning him to an orgasm he wanted to hold onto. Suddenly his body tightened, breath quickened and Dick cried out, spilling out rivulets of his cum all over the pillow.] Fuck, I'm coming. Bruce. Fuck. God Fuck me.

( this right here is what they need. this filthy display of what could be considered depravity between them. like he cares. he's not dick's mentor and dick isn't his adopted son. they're two souls lost within a similar darkness that have somehow crossed paths across time and space and found themselves in each other's lives like this. why not indulge? why not chase after those sounds dick makes for him as he fucks him hard, here on the other man's bed? it's good— dick feels good around his cock and he doesn't want this feeling to end. a shame, because it will. like all good things do.

dick comes and the sounds he makes are likely to be burned to memory. the way he feels beneath him — muscles taut and skin flushed, slicked with sweat. he makes a mess of the pillow he's been relentlessly fucking while being fucked by bruce, and bruce almost wishes he could have seen him do so. see the look on his face when he finally reached that orgasm he's denied himself for for... however long now. it's unbearably hot to even think about.

but on that thought, bruce isn't too far from his own.

when he comes, he practically blanks, spilling hot and hard inside dick. for a moment, his breath catches, but then he's releasing the sound of a man who's denied himself his own pleasure — his own desires for so long now that it practically echoes throughout the room with how loud it comes out, face buried in the crook of dick's neck as a means to muffle it some. so much of his orgasm shoots through him and into dick, he feels like it goes on and on until he finally can't anymore and rides the rest of it out there against dick. )

[By all the gods in any universes that might have been watching, Dick wishes that they could have been facing one another so that he could have seen what he felt and heard. His own orgasm dead near flat-lined him. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Something reared up inside of him, from a spot that no one but Bruce had ever touched, a place Bruce's cock had been brutally running roughshod over it since that knee pressed tight up against Dick's side. It built like a pressure cooker until that and the space fucked around his cock became far too much for the single man laying face down on the bed could handle.

Then halfway through his ecstasy, Dick felt Bruce's body begin to tense over his. With that, there came a sound, something along the edges of humanity, and yet more human than he's ever heard before finds its way into his shoulder sending yet another way of pleasure rippling down Dick's body and out his cock. Dick arches backwards, dragging his cum with him as Bruce finds his long ignored completeness within Dick's body. The warmth immediately fills Dick, and overfills him until it's dripping down his thighs.

The aftershocks of it all, make his body shake and tighten here and there around the cock still sheathed within. Heaving long heavy breathes. Dick reaches up around Bruce's neck and holds him there. He's only at his shoulder, so there's enough leverage to touch the man, to turn Dick's face so that he can bury a kiss against some force of skin. Still breathing heavy, he doesn't know what to really say beyond thinking that he wishes time would stop for a few minutes, that Bruce wouldn't move and end this briefest moment of connection.

Dick needs only a few seconds longer to savor the fullness, the connection before it disappears into the night.]

( it's difficult to want to pull away from this — from the warmth and feeling of dick beneath him like he is. he can't remember the last time he was in bed with someone. it's been awhile to say the least and not anything he makes a habit out of, even to save face; he's not there yet.

but he finds this moment to be one some part of him doesn't want to pull away from. he chalks it up to exhaustion, both emotionally and physically, and how much easier it is to simply sink into the warmth of both bed and a body within it, than to pull away from it.

still, he will. if even to remove his weight from dick. but it's not without a lazy brush of lips over the slope of a shoulder and a featherlight nosing after before he's lazily pulling himself away from dick, a quick marvel at the way his mess looks spilling between the other man's thighs, rolling into the space beside him there on the bed. his skin is flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat, and strands of dark hair stick to his temples as he lays back. as he catches his breath. as he takes in everything felt both in the physical and emotional sense.

this is where it feels awkward. where he feels awkward and doesn't know what to do or say — if he should even do or say anything at all. so he lays there. quiet. taking those few seconds to simply even out his breath before he's running fingers down his face, letting them fall away to the sheets. )

You ok?

[Time ticks by slowly for a few seconds. It's long enough for Dick to feel what he needs to in the moment. He takes what he needs for his own emotions, and tucks it down deep inside to only be looked at later when he's all alone again. They certainly aren't for displaying right now. Not the ones about what it meant to have another person inside him, taking bits of blood and even the smallest bit of his body along for the ride as they had sex, both soft and brutal, for Dick knew that he tore a little as Bruce's cock opened him up. It was born of pain and pleasure all tied into one for him to hold onto as a memory of his first time with the one man he'd probably ever let take him that way.

Laying there now, Dick finds his breath and as Bruce moves away with a soft, even tender touch of lips and a light nuzzle, he can't but sigh and reach his fingers out to lay against the soft sheen of sweat that covers the other male's ribs. To Dick there aren't words that really need to be said into the silence just yet, but when they do come, he's quick to answer.]

I'm fine. Wonderful even. That was...amazing. You?

[Shifting hips bring out the besmirched pillow and toss it aside, while he takes the one he's got under his fingers and removes the cloth from it so that he can lay it over the stain on the bed, effectively covering the mess for this moment as they both lay there and collect themselves. He knows they'll both want showers eventually, but right now Dick lifts his head and pushes up on his elbows to look at Bruce.

Carefully, he reaches between them and runs a finger along the edges of his face, pressing hairs back and taking in every little angle. ]

( again. this is where it feels awkward. what's the protocol here? shower and leave? no shower and leave? shower and spend the night? he doesn't know and the thoughts shooting through his mind rapid fire leave him silent for a long moment as he tries to figure it out.

that's when dick touches him — when he reaches out and brings him out of those thoughts whipping around within his mind every which way. blue eyes blink — slow — and his head lolls to the side some. he looks to dick in that shared silence between them before he registers that he'd been asked something. )

Yeah.

( the word is soft, much like bruce's demeanor now. )

I'm fine, I mean. I don't know if I'm amazing.

( was amazing. just. yeah.

he swallows thickly, still looking to dick in the dark, save for the glow of blue from the other man's bed. )

Do you want me to go?

[Spanning the distance, Dick moves enough so that he can lean over when Bruce faces him and touch their lips together once more. Finally. It doesn't even last long. A mere taste of his mouth again is all that Dick needs, but it feels nice and he can be close again after everything demanded was so different from earlier.

Not that he'd regret a single second, or think it anything but perfect now. There's a small smile on Dick's mouth, one that says he's relaxed from the sex and still not really thinking about too many things. There are a few wandering thoughts, things that he hopes for, things that he wants. He manages a soft laugh.]

You're pretty amazing in my book. You're good at that, and I enjoyed it. I- I was actually going to ask if you wanted to stay the night. I mean, I figured we could take a shower and I'd change the sheets then we could sleep. It's late and really doing much of anything beyond that would take a lot of energy.

[And Dick really wants to stay close for the rest of the night. Is that a terrible thing? Possibly, but will he ask for what he wants tonight? Yes. It was tonight that he was given, and he will take what he can get.]

( hm. so he wants him to stay. he's not exactly sure what he'd been expecting to hear in terms of an answer to that question... let alone what he'd wanted to hear. it's too much for him to think about right now — things he'll dissect to the very death when he's alone in private, left with his thoughts. for now, he simply looks to the other man there in the dark of the room, lips having been brushed over after all of that. )

Sure.

( again, the word is soft, but he sees his point and, really. it's not as if he's much in the mood to trek his way back to his place after all this. he's dealt with exhaustion before — of pushing his body to the point of it forcing him to pass out and rest. but this sort of exhaustion is different to what he's used to and it has him feeling lazy more than tired. yes. there's a difference and one that bruce doesn't often feel. )

Just don't expect breakfast in bed.

( bruce is a shit cook and no one needs that inflicted upon them. )

[A part of Dick didn't expect Bruce to agree to it, but there it was. That simple one word answer that settled them both for the evening. Letting out a soft, barely audible sigh, Dick smiles to himself or the ceiling if it was watching. Calm washes over him because he doesn't have to let go of anything until the morning, and Dick knows that time makes truths easier to face. He's normally practiced in facing life in the darkness, but maybe this time he doesn't have to deal with the shadows, but merely the soft pliant nature of night and how it can wrap around one like a gentle, familiar blanket.

A laugh bubbles up at the notion of breakfast in bed. Dick hasn't had that in ages, and to think of Bruce being the one to serve it to him is absolutely hilarious. He looks over and shakes his head.]

Come on, I thought you were a five star chef. [snort.]

I've got some cereal, of course. You're welcome to hot coffee and toast. I don't usually serve it in bed either, but I might if you really want it. We should probably get a shower before we're too lazy and tired to get up. Good sex takes it right out of me, and that was really great sex, Fuck.

[There's plenty of thinking and unpacking to do, but Dick is letting it go in favor of being casual and letting himself enjoy the buzz that remains running through his limbs and the rest of his body.]

Speaking of food. I'm a little hungry after that. You want me to order anything to have waiting after our shower? Chinese?

( the extent of cooking that bruce would do would be heating leftovers up in the microwave after ordering in. which, he could very well do in the morning. maybe. that implies hanging around longer than he maybe should, though. for now, he can claim it's due to exhaustion, but. come the morning, what excuse does he have then? things he'll figure out then.

for now, a breath leaves him — fingers pushing back dark strands of hair and settling there on the crown of his head. quiet. something familiar when around bruce; how often he ends up lost in his head. )

Chinese works.

( when's the last time he had that? he's not sure. a lot of the times, nights simply blur together for him. feeling as if they're one never ending long night. but the thought of food is enough to get himself to push himself up onto his elbows. pausing. taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose. his body still feels lazy after all of that. )

Where's the shower?

[In general, Dick understands that what's here is a moment to moment thing. He knows that Bruce is there for the night, and that's all he can count on for now. It's more than enough. He gets the rest of the night, and he will take it and use it to enjoy everything they shared and expand on it in the little ways he can. He likes Bruce, and that goes beyond having sex with him once, even if he knows and heard every word that Bruce said about how it was all a bad idea, and how it would end up hurting Dick.

Still, he's willing to live moment by moment, especially for tonight.

Rolling over, Dick pulls out his phone and puts in an order for various things from an all night Chinese restaurant that delivers. He likes the fact that he can do it all through the phone and never have to speak to a soul, and they'll drop it off at his front door when it's ready.

Looking back at Bruce, who's now up on his elbows, Dick sits up. Taking a breath, he nods towards the open door in the bedroom. ]

It's in there. Give me a second and I'll get out towels and get it started. Do you want to shower alone, or is company okay.

( slender fingers card through dark strands of hair, slowly falling away between them which bruce takes a quiet moment to stare at as he mulls over dick's question. he doesn't even need to say it. he knows dick would like to join him despite his giving him the option to shower alone. this is where his overthinking slowly starts to creep in after the gentle descent he's currently in from the high he'd felt with fucking dick. it's a strange sort of limbo to be in, he thinks. where his brain is beginning to analyze this to hell and back, while his body still feels content and satisfied with something it's been denied for too long.

a slow turn of his head, blue eyes stare to the naked man there beside him in bed and he takes a moment to consider. he knows it has to make dick feel some sort of way whenever he does that. whenever he falls silent. overthinks. because dick has to know how [any] bruce is with his quirks.

licking over his lips, he looks down to the crumpled sheets. )

Saves water with company.

( letting himself look over to dick again, a one shoulder shrug is given. )

If that concerns you.

[Privacy is always an option for anyone after Dick has sex with them. He's never one to force himself on a person, no matter his feelings or non-feelings. He does what is prudent and right by his standards. The silence settles over the room, and Dick knows that Bruce has gone back to his prior self, the one that thinks and overthinks things.

Then there's the heavy weight of those eyes on him once again. They feel about twenty times heavier after all that they've been through now, now that Dick's seen the sheen of desire flame through them, and the burden of want and need flash lightning through blue iris. A sigh breaks Dick's own silence and he moves towards the side of the bed, taking a bottle of water to drink from.

He hands it over to Bruce. The last thing that Dick is worried about is conservation of water, but it's an easy way for Bruce to say yes, Dick realizes. ]

Then I guess we can save the planet a little.

[Moving into his large en-suite, Dick spins the two dials on the shower and turns on both shower heads. Their spray meets in the middle, for a complete experience. Letting it grow warm, Dick turns and moves to the cabinet and pulls out a few towels to hang on the warming rod as well. ]

You can start out, and I'll join you once I've stripped the bed.

( he follows dick only after a moment of staying back, looking to the mess that is the other man's bed and already replaying everything over in his head. intoxicating. that's how it felt — how dick felt both around him and beneath him. the way it felt to be buried so deeply inside the other man and feel the way muscles moved against his own. part of him wonders if it's been wrong to deny himself such a feeling — such an intimacy with another for as long as he has, but. more often than not, the things he wants aren't necessarily things he can have. or so he believes.

standing there in the doorway of the en-suite, he nods to the other man when the shower starts up — when he says he intends to fix the bed first. )

Thanks.

( a word soft on his lips, it's with a gentle tilt of his head in dick's direction as he goes. he's trying to think of ways to not have this be awkward between them, but. he's slipping back into the socially inept bruce wayne now that his cock isn't buried inside the other man. again, he lets himself think about that for just a moment before he takes it upon himself to step into the shower and leave dick to tending to the bed.

maybe he can wash those nagging thoughts away under the warmth of the water that cascades down his pale, scarred skin. )

[The more Dick moves, the more he can feel the stretch from Bruce's cock having been inside him. There's still a trail of wetness down his thigh, that's another reminder. Dick knows that he'll be sore in the morning, and he's living for how it feels to know this high, to recall over and over those moments that Bruce had him on the bed, the thickness of Bruce's breath on his neck as he pushed so deeply into Dick's body. The feeling is one that will stay with him for a long time to come. Maybe that will bring awkwardness, or maybe it will draw out some form of intention eventually.

Humming softly, Dick quickly moves around his bed. He's been through the routine so many times that it takes no time at all to change everything, including the mattress pad, and have it military neat for them both to retire to after the showers. Stepping into the bathroom, steam rolls out from the glass doors surrounding the place where Bruce stands letting hot water do it's job.

Not for the first time tonight, it robs Dick of breath. The pale scarred skin is only a sign of hardwork, a masterpiece of imperfections to study for nights on end in Dick's mind. He knows his own skin is much like that, knife & sword marks, even bullet wounds here and there. He watches Bruce for a little bit before opening the door and stepping in.

Moving into Bruce's space, he reaches around him for the soap and places a kiss on his shoulder, tasting the water there. He runs a soapy hand along the other male's midsection, and then around to his back. He doesn't say a word, but works his hands with a practiced ease, massaging muscles where he finds tension, soaping every inch of space, all the way down to the curve of Bruce's cheeks. ]

( he feels dick's presence even before he steps into the shower with him. maybe it's because of tonight. or maybe it's because he's batman. either way, he isn't caught by surprise when he feels the gentle brush of a hand over him. if anything, it's enough to quietly pull him from the thoughts that circle within his mind as the water does around the drain. to right here. right now. another moment that will be seen as fleeting and has all too soon slipped through wet fingers.

dick's touch is grounding in a way bruce didn't know he needed. much like before, on the couch. where lips and fingers brushed over each other and touched him in ways that made him sigh in something other than exhaustion for once... he finds himself leaning back ever so gently into the other man, letting hands and fingers roam over him as they so please with soap and water.

it's only after a moment — of water cascading down the slope of his shoulder, that he slowly turns to face the other man and, so gentle like the water falling on them, lips brush over dick's for a kiss that has such a sweetness to it, it feels almost fragile.

fleeting, eyes slipped shut, bruce lets his forehead press to dick's then and he sighs as he stands there. quiet. simply letting himself feel not only the water, but this moment. for whatever it may be. however long it may last. until it disappears into the shadows of this night and is left there. like so many things of his are. )

[the moment for whatever it was worth, a million stars on a lonely night cast across a galaxy held within the arms of infinity, or maybe only the lone sound of a saxaphone playing through a dirty crime filled city to minions that will never care-- whatever it was worth, it lingered and bred a seed of something deeper within Dick, a something he didn't care to look at or really even want. And yet, it curled like the steam around them as lip tasted lip in that soft, sympathetic touch.

Inhaling deeply, Dick curled his fingers around Bruce's hips and held him near while their foreheads met in quiet contemplation. It settled, and Dick tipped his head forward, brushing their lips together again, and once more, measuring a compassion he hadn't thought to offer before when his mouth parted this time. It wasn't as needy or desperate, merely warm and inviting.

It was as if the spray of water that surrounded them had opened up another set of arms, and recreated it in the form of a body that tenderly wrapped itself around Bruce inch by inch, in a terribly slow fashion. Nothing was hurried, and nothing gained momentum other than the sighs and weighted feelings that came undone in that small glass cage that held them in a tenuous exchange as the physical evidence of their earlier pleasures washed away.

( a moment like this feels dangerous, almost. it's one thing to be physically close to another — to indulge in desires that are carnal at the very root of it. but this... these touches, soft as they are, and the way he finds himself leaning into the warmth of the other man there with him beneath the water falling down around them... it might hurt to lose this. if he lets himself fall into it too much. fall into dick.

fall into this.

he noses at dick. slow and soft. lips barely there over his again before he tilts his head away from the other man. pad of a thumb slowly brushing over a scar dick wears across his skin. blue eyes watching the way he gently drags his thumb down. he's like him in this way. wearing scars so few get to see across skin... and the ones beneath, angry and deep across the soul, even fewer get to see. )

How late do you usually get up?

( because lord knows they're not always up at the crack of dawn when they're constantly working nights. )

[Lingering tides that come in from the shore, captured and kept. Dick knows what is and what was shared between them is impossibly dangerous, and it's the kind of thing that can easily be taken at any moment's notice. Before the night started, Dick did his best to guard against the searing pain that would eventually come and mark another scar somewhere deep inside him. It was an eventuality, and he'd figured that it would come one day, especially once Bruce had taken him, had filled him. Dick knew there was no coming back from that.

Now is no different. He took watches as Bruce traces a thumb down his scar, thinking about how similar they are. Dick takes his own index finger and marks a wound on Bruce's shoulder, shorter, more distinct and fresher, he's certain. It's still there, they both know the marks from blade and loss. Everyone hurts them, and they all leave. Inevitability, all of it.

The question brings his head up.]

I don't have anything important in the morning, so it'll happen when it does. It's not late now, so it won't be late morning. Maybe eight? I can get up earlier if you wish.

I was just wondering.

( words soft under the shower spray, there's the gentle nosing between them that comes again, lashes dark and thick with eyes falling shut. he'll hate to leave this — this warmth from both the shower and the man with him, but. eventually, they'll need to get out. eventually, they'll fall asleep. eventually, he'll leave in the morning.

it's partly why he'd asked when dick was going to be getting up. thinking... maybe it might be better for him to leave before the other wakes. that it would be easier for the both of them, but. what does he know? it's not as if he's routinely found in such a situation that he has it down to a science with how to go about it. maybe he won't. maybe he will. he'll figure it out whenever he wakes.

letting himself pull back some, he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip — a flick of his head as a means to get the water out of his face. hair sticking wet to his forehead and temples. )

Food should be here soon.

It's no trouble.

[Inhale and then exhale. There's got to be a strategy to this, to intimacy to this desire to keep someone near even when Dick doesn't know how long he gets it for. There's more. Dick wants to continue to talk, to keep their bodies naked and alive, touching here and there -- so that it doesn't stop for as long as he can.

Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned food, but the truth was they had to eat. Even now his stomach turns over and announces its presence. He chuckles and runs a hand along Bruce's hip and along the curve of his ass. He noses a last lingering kiss to the base of the other man's neck, right there at the crease, far below his ear. ]

Yeah, I guess I should throw on a robe and go to the front door to get it. We can eat it naked in bed if you want. It would make Alfred throw a fit, but he's not here. It's just us. Or, you can get the other robe hanging on the rack next to the towels.

[Cupping Bruce's face one final time, Dick leans over and kisses him lightly and then leaves the shower. He uses one of the warm towels to dry off and then dresses in the robe and heads off to get the Chinese from the front door, and some bottles of water from the kitchen.

Reappearing, he sets it all on the bed, plates, silverware and the like as well, in case they want to be formal and not just dig all the food out of the containers like Dick normally does.]

( this moment was sure to end. bruce knows it. he knows dick knows it, too. regardless of how much time spent here — together — in the warmth they've found within both each other and the confines of the shower, it'll never be enough.

bruce opts for the robe when the suggestion is made and takes his time to dry himself off after dick leaves him to address the food situation. he stands there. alone. staring to the blurred reflection of himself in the fogged mirror he stands in front of. there's that part of him that wonders what he's doing— it would make alfred throw a fit dick had said in regards to food, but bruce tacks it onto if he knew about this. about them. what had transpired above sheets that have now been changed.

tying the robe at his waist, he joins the other man there in the bedroom and stands for a moment. quiet. thinking. if one knows bruce, they know that expression he gets on his face when he's slipping into whatever thought is nagging at him. granted, he's not liable to talk about it, but. that's bruce wayne for you. )

Silverware?

( the word comes out soft as he pads his way to the bed. )

Getting fancy on me.

[No matter what Dick knows, he's still going to expand on a hope that one day their shared experiences will bring them back to this and to the space where they find a common ground that doesn't continue to break with a myriad of spiraling thoughts upon the morning light, which is always far, far too bright for them both. Dick may be better aquainted with it than Bruce is currently, but that doesn't mean he always was.

It certainly doesn't mean he still doesn't see better in the dark. In fact when the food is brought in, the only light that Dick leaves on is one in the hall that casts a dim shadow across the room allowing them a slightly better vantage of the bed and the various types of food. It's really only on out there even in case a grain of rice gets wildly out of hand, obviously.

Dick takes his time to watch Bruce gather himself, enjoying the view of the wet man tying a robe around himself. It leaves bits partially exposed, and bits of chest showing-- and is rather enticing all in itself. Dick smirks, and then laughs at the thought of Chinese ever being fancy. ]

Oh yes. I broke out the fancy dishwear. You see these paper plates, and yes, silverware. I thought the wonton soup might go better with a spoon than fingers. I mean, we could pour it down our gullets, but we might choke on the bigger pieces, and I'm not up for lifesaving measures tonight. All that stuff is in the other room.

[What's funny, is he really does have everything needed to preform minor surgery in a room down the hall, even if he only needed a heimlich maneuver. ]

What do you want first, Eggroll or sweet and sour chicken. I also have lomein, and some spicy shrimp stuff. Crab rangoons, and I think there's even chow mein too. Then two boxes of white rice. I planned for left overs, obviously.

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