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Who: Bruce Wayne/Batman
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What: July Catch-all, Bruce assimilating to things, Batman being Batman
When: Throughout July, some August things too
Where: Primarily Central City, will mention otherwise
Content Warnings: TBD but let's just say Bruce being Bruce and Batman being Batman.

BRUCE or BATMAN
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What: July Catch-all, Bruce assimilating to things, Batman being Batman
When: Throughout July, some August things too
Where: Primarily Central City, will mention otherwise
Content Warnings: TBD but let's just say Bruce being Bruce and Batman being Batman.

BRUCE or BATMAN
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Which... Dick goes and says that to himβ something he hasn't yet experienced or been through, and it has him thinking of someone else who did that to him when his life fell apart. When he lost everything important to him.
"Like Alfred did." The words are soft and there's a sadness there in his eyes that he can't seem to hide, letting his gaze drop. "I don't make things better. I make them worse. For everyone around me. Even for all of you." Which is why he's been keeping his distance since coming here. Busying himself. Doing whatever he can to just not let himself do this again.
Not be hurt again because of how powerless he ends up being.
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"But you will make things better, Bruce. Even Jason admits, usually, that there wasn't anything our Bruce could have done to stop him ending up where he did, couldn't have stopped what happened." No, the problem there was the Joker's continued existence. Something that Dick...sometimes even agreed with Jason on, honestly. "I know it doesn't look like it from where you're at. But you're going to do so much good for Gotham."
He reaches out, taking Bruce's shoulders. Wonders if Bruce had ever wondered if shoulders so small could handle the burdens that would be heaped upon them. If he'd wondered the same things Dick wonders now. "You being here. It's awkward, but it's not making anything worse for any of us." He raises a hand and waves it before Bruce can protest. "Jason might say that, but Jason is an asshole. That's not our Bruce's fault." Entirely. "That's the way he is. We kinda like him like that, even when it makes us want to punch him."
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But maybe that's good to hear β that he's not making things worse for them by being here. It's not as if he had a say in it after all and this past month that he's been here has been... hard. Really hard for him. Especially with a Joker being here and everything that's going on back in his Gotham... things that still make him worry with the not knowing and being completely powerless to do anything while being here.
"I'm scared to go back," and the way he says that is so soft and so young, like the ten year old he is right now. "Alfred's badly hurt and in the hospital because of me and if I go back and lose him... then I don't have anyone."
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"Alfred is tougher than all of us combined," he says fiercely. And he believes it. Alfred had signalled Bruce that he was safe, knowing that any member of the family coming in would mean his death. And he did it because it had to be done. "And if he went out protecting you, he'd consider it his duty well done, but he won't. Not for a long time. Because he knows you're going to need him for years to come and that's why he's going to fight to make sure he's there. And he always will."
And if Dick is using that hug to hide teary eyes? Well, nobody could blame him.
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But Dick's words are a sort of comfort he didn't know he needed to hear and it's why, fighting his own pain there in his eyes, he gently lifts his arms up and presses small hands to Dick's shoulders, holding tight after a few seconds. A tilt of his head, he leans into Dick and he... doesn't realize how much he needs this right now. Just a moment to feel safe β to stop. To pretend, even for a few seconds, that everything is going to be ok.
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Bruce hugs back and Dick lets himself breathe a sigh of relief. One that lets him get his own emotions back under control. "It'll be okay. It's Alfred. He always comes through."
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After a moment β once he's sure he's collected himself, he pulls back from the embrace and lets his arms fall at his sides again. It's been awhile for that β a hug. Still, there's no point in standing around and getting sad about the what ifs β he tortures himself enough as it is when he's an adult. Right now, he needs to try and figure this out and...
...there goes his stomach. Rumbling away.
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He's able to blink his eyes a few times, keep them from looking too glassy when Bruce pulls away. Dick crouches there, trying to think of something to say when...Bruce's stomach comes to the rescue.
Breathing out an almost relieved chuckle, Dick pushes himself back to his feet. "I guess that means we add a trip to the closest diner before we head back to Central? Clothes first, though." Because Bruce can't go into a restaurant with clothes that much bigger on him. "Come on. I've got an extra helmet for when I drive with Tim. It'll work for long enough to get you clothed, fed and then home."
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"I can borrow something from Tim or Dick," he says then, in regards to the whole having to get new clothing thing. "The smaller Dick, I mean." Though he figured Dick understood that since, obviously, he's very much not the same size as him right now.
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"I'll pay you back," voice soft but words firm. "When this is all... figured out." When he's not small like this anymore, whichβ who knows how long it's going to be. For the moment, however, he needs to eat something that will actually get his stomach to stop grumbling.
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His own gaze softens a bit once Bruce relents and he nods. "Of course. I will absolutely make sure you remember to do that." Bruce will remember on his own, of course, but Dick still grins quickly at him. "Come on. Let's get clothes and food." And if the clothing weren't a danger on the bike, Dick would just hit a drive-thru.
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"You have a bike?" Since he'd mentioned having a helmet and all.
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That being said, Bruce just goes ahead and walks past Dick β pushes the door open to lead them outside and blinks his eyes a little as he does; he wishes he had some sunglasses on him. Looking back to Dick, eyes squinting some, he gestures for him to bring the bike in, offering to hold the door open for him as he does.
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He brings the bike in quickly, moving it off to the side so that it's not in the way of people coming in. He also puts his helmet in the lock box, along with the smaller one. Just to keep everything safe.
Then he heads back out, waiting for Bruce to lock the door. "Where's the car?"
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At first glance, it seems as though Bruce has taken Dick to an empty part of the building, but. As he walks in closer towards the shadows, they suddenly move and fall away, revealing the Batmobile in hiding there and yes, it's very year two just as his suit is, but. It's heavily modded, packs quite the punch, and has quite the engine power on it.
Walking around to the driver's side, he opens the door and slips into the seat, turning on a few things as he does.
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"Take it that's what you got when you came through the Confluence?" It's such a Bruce power to have, though.
He resolutely doesn't gawk at the car. Because while he hasn't seen this exact car, he's seen pictures of a similar one. One Bruce used not long before Dick himself came on the scene. "Can your feet even reach those pedals?"
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Clicking a few more things, he looks over to Dick. "No," said flatly. "I was just making sure we're good to go." At that, he crawls his way over the seats and for the passenger one, dropping himself down into it with a slight huff, eyeing Dick a little after.
"You know how to drive it?"
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He climbs in, adjusting the seat slightly before starting the engine. The hum of the engine is different than he's used to, but there's nothing wrong with that. He puts it into gear and drives out of the garage area. "You're the local. Where's the nearest shop that would have what we need?"
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"The city center typically, but you can't just go driving this around there." And not be Batman, he means. He's still keeping a relatively low profile here in terms of what he does and where he is. Bruce Wayne might not mean anything here and there may be a handful who know who he really is, but he's not looking to make that public knowledge.
Looking over to Dick, he watches him. "Jason told me to ask you about a batchannel." You know, before all of this happened. "He said it was for group gossip."
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He glances over to Bruce, then back to the road. "Nobody's told you about the Batchat yet?" Because that's absolutely what it's called in his phone. Though there are subsections of the Batchat. "It's basically just a massive text thread with everybody added on. We use it when something needs to get out fast, or there's something to just talk about to everybody." Pause. "Or gossip. There's a fair amount of that going on, too. TJ brought it from our world, probably. I have it silenced a lot of the time because I do like to sleep occasionally."
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"I'm sure there was a lot of gossip about me when I showed up." Given who he is to all of them and his age compared to the Bruce they all know.
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