Repercussions continue
Both Bruce and Dick have recently posted, and it's plain to see that the boys have a rather vexing problem on their hands ...
(Bruce/Dick- Truth and lies Int. Gym on Friday night -Dick's training when Bruce walks in)
Bruce: *walks into the gym, watching Dick as he takes slow steps towards him*
Dick: *senses Bruce, gives the punching bag a few more hits, then turns towards him*
Bruce: *stares at Dick with a blank expression, but some softness is there in his eyes*
Dick: *stares back, trying not to squirm under his scrutiny* Yes, Bruce?
Bruce: We need to talk. *speaking the words as though they should go without saying*
Dick: Yes, we do. *walks to get his bottle of water and drinks from it*
Bruce: *takes a breath, his eyes fall to the floor and then back to Dick* I don't think you should be going out... as Robin.
Dick: *eyes widen* What? You don't get to make that choice, Bruce.
Bruce: *eyes widen back and his reserve starts to disappear* No, it's always been my choice. You're at my side and You're being groomed by my training. It's my care you're under, it's my decision.
Dick: And you think banning me going out as Robin is going to stop me going out? What does Robin have to do with anything that we need to talk about,
anyway?
Bruce: You don't listen to me. And you obviously don't understand the very basic foundation of the partnership we share out there.
Dick: *stares at him for a long moment, reigning in his feelings* Fine. I'm no longer Robin. Now, if you'll excuse me ... *walks past Bruce and makes his way to his room*
Bruce: I want you to be Robin. *calling out after him* I never said that I didn't. But I really hope you mean that you won't be going out as Robin until we've resolved this. Because if not, I'm going to have to relinquish my position as
your guardian.
Dick: *stops, but doesn't turn around* What are you talking about, Bruce?
Bruce: We've been through this too many times. *pauses* What I say... it means nothing to you unless you want to hear it. I wasn't under any chemically-induced spell this time, but you still didn't think I'd hear what you had to say. You don't think I listen to you. And you don't listen to me. We can't be out there together with a problem like that. *pauses again, approaches Dick, stopping just short of his back, speaking softly* I love you, Dick... But you don't trust me.
Dick: *hangs his head and sighs, then steps away from Bruce and turns to him almost defiantly* I don't trust you? I follow everything you say out there. I follow your lead - hey, I even trusted Selina at your say-so.
Bruce: You didn't trust that I would hear you... that I would believe you about Selina, about you and I. You didn't tell me that we're in a relationship... and at great expense. *pauses* You either don't trust me or you don't love me.
Dick: *eyes go dark in both anger and distress* It's neither of those things -and you know it. I didn't want to hurt you. Not when you had no foundation of memory - nothing to ground yourself on. You blindly believed Selina, in what she told you. I did not want you blindly believing me in anything I said at that point either. I wanted you .. needed you back, but I wasn't going to do it by force!
Bruce: If that's true, then you'll keep your word. *pauses, wanting it to be the truth he's hearing but still incredulous at Dick's rationale* And refrain from going out as Robin until further notice.
Dick: *looks undecided for a few moments then nods* I won't go out as Robin.
Bruce: Good. *staring deep into Dick's eyes* Because we need to be able to trust each other before Robin can hit the streets again.
Dick: *looks away and nods, worrying his lip a bit between his teeth* Look, I'm going out tonight ... I have to meet up with someone. I've got to go get ready
for that.
Bruce: *disappointed but having anticipated as much* Alright.
Dick: *nods, eyes flicking over Bruce's face, then he turns to move upstairs again.* Good night, Bruce *turns back to him* I ...'m sorry.
Bruce: *looks up at Dick and simply nods, then looks away; but before Dick can leave, he speaks, light-hearted, curious* Where are you going? Who are you meeting?
Dick: *smirks meanly* Old friend.
Bruce: *nods in acknowledgment and simply turns away and leaves*
[end scene]
Dick's corresponding post (flyingknight)
Dammit, Bruce
Bruce's post (patriciangothic)
Dysfunction
Comments always welcome!
(Bruce/Dick- Truth and lies Int. Gym on Friday night -Dick's training when Bruce walks in)
Bruce: *walks into the gym, watching Dick as he takes slow steps towards him*
Dick: *senses Bruce, gives the punching bag a few more hits, then turns towards him*
Bruce: *stares at Dick with a blank expression, but some softness is there in his eyes*
Dick: *stares back, trying not to squirm under his scrutiny* Yes, Bruce?
Bruce: We need to talk. *speaking the words as though they should go without saying*
Dick: Yes, we do. *walks to get his bottle of water and drinks from it*
Bruce: *takes a breath, his eyes fall to the floor and then back to Dick* I don't think you should be going out... as Robin.
Dick: *eyes widen* What? You don't get to make that choice, Bruce.
Bruce: *eyes widen back and his reserve starts to disappear* No, it's always been my choice. You're at my side and You're being groomed by my training. It's my care you're under, it's my decision.
Dick: And you think banning me going out as Robin is going to stop me going out? What does Robin have to do with anything that we need to talk about,
anyway?
Bruce: You don't listen to me. And you obviously don't understand the very basic foundation of the partnership we share out there.
Dick: *stares at him for a long moment, reigning in his feelings* Fine. I'm no longer Robin. Now, if you'll excuse me ... *walks past Bruce and makes his way to his room*
Bruce: I want you to be Robin. *calling out after him* I never said that I didn't. But I really hope you mean that you won't be going out as Robin until we've resolved this. Because if not, I'm going to have to relinquish my position as
your guardian.
Dick: *stops, but doesn't turn around* What are you talking about, Bruce?
Bruce: We've been through this too many times. *pauses* What I say... it means nothing to you unless you want to hear it. I wasn't under any chemically-induced spell this time, but you still didn't think I'd hear what you had to say. You don't think I listen to you. And you don't listen to me. We can't be out there together with a problem like that. *pauses again, approaches Dick, stopping just short of his back, speaking softly* I love you, Dick... But you don't trust me.
Dick: *hangs his head and sighs, then steps away from Bruce and turns to him almost defiantly* I don't trust you? I follow everything you say out there. I follow your lead - hey, I even trusted Selina at your say-so.
Bruce: You didn't trust that I would hear you... that I would believe you about Selina, about you and I. You didn't tell me that we're in a relationship... and at great expense. *pauses* You either don't trust me or you don't love me.
Dick: *eyes go dark in both anger and distress* It's neither of those things -and you know it. I didn't want to hurt you. Not when you had no foundation of memory - nothing to ground yourself on. You blindly believed Selina, in what she told you. I did not want you blindly believing me in anything I said at that point either. I wanted you .. needed you back, but I wasn't going to do it by force!
Bruce: If that's true, then you'll keep your word. *pauses, wanting it to be the truth he's hearing but still incredulous at Dick's rationale* And refrain from going out as Robin until further notice.
Dick: *looks undecided for a few moments then nods* I won't go out as Robin.
Bruce: Good. *staring deep into Dick's eyes* Because we need to be able to trust each other before Robin can hit the streets again.
Dick: *looks away and nods, worrying his lip a bit between his teeth* Look, I'm going out tonight ... I have to meet up with someone. I've got to go get ready
for that.
Bruce: *disappointed but having anticipated as much* Alright.
Dick: *nods, eyes flicking over Bruce's face, then he turns to move upstairs again.* Good night, Bruce *turns back to him* I ...'m sorry.
Bruce: *looks up at Dick and simply nods, then looks away; but before Dick can leave, he speaks, light-hearted, curious* Where are you going? Who are you meeting?
Dick: *smirks meanly* Old friend.
Bruce: *nods in acknowledgment and simply turns away and leaves*
[end scene]
Dick's corresponding post (flyingknight)
Dammit, Bruce
Bruce's post (patriciangothic)
Dysfunction
Comments always welcome!