[ For all of about twenty-five seconds, Dick gets Bruce's eyes on him, gets his full, undivided attention that came how it always came: paranoia. As quickly as it came, it went, and Bruce was turning back to his files.
Dick comes when summoned, towelling through his hair as he rolls up a chair beside Bruce. ]
Do we know why? [ He looks at the files Bruce has open across his screens, then to Bruce himself, lingering on the areas he knows are broken. If Bruce started answering him, Dick interrupts: ]
Bruce, I got it from here. Will you rest? [ He's asking for trust, just like he asked a thousand times before. Both hands find the arms of Bruce's chair and pull it until the castors drag him away from the desk. Dick turns Bruce to face him and gingerly cups a hand on his cheek. ]
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Dick comes when summoned, towelling through his hair as he rolls up a chair beside Bruce. ]
Do we know why? [ He looks at the files Bruce has open across his screens, then to Bruce himself, lingering on the areas he knows are broken. If Bruce started answering him, Dick interrupts: ]
Bruce, I got it from here. Will you rest? [ He's asking for trust, just like he asked a thousand times before. Both hands find the arms of Bruce's chair and pull it until the castors drag him away from the desk. Dick turns Bruce to face him and gingerly cups a hand on his cheek. ]
Please?