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[Through the beats, the tiny motions of lashes up and down, Dick watches. He inhales motions like he would breaths. They're steady and they are one hundred percent Bruce. It's like the sounds the other makes when he thinks, or emotes. Dick is positive that if he lingered in attendance for long enough that he'd be able to memorize every single one that added up to make the young batman, and then Dick would be able to build a replica in his mind.

There were many of the puzzle pieces he'd gathered already. Nodding again, Dick agreed. It had been quiet. There hadn't been a large uproar in a while. It was a good thing most normally-- but then after a time it was like a hurricane that brewed out in the Atlantic and a city that hadn't been hit in some sixty years. A doozy was coming, the longer between usually meant the bigger the flyswatter they would need when it finally came.

Dick's fingers ran down the center of Bruce's chest and paused to slowly make a circle around his navel then move back up.]

Let's hope the peace lasts exactly long enough. City or world wide apocalypses are over done.