Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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And some nights he'd peek in to see something familiar, a habit that hadn't changed over the years even as Dick changed in other ways. He recognized it when he peeked in, the way the boy sat in his bed leaned against the wall, shoulders hunched, face in a pillow. The small teen taking slow deep breaths in order to try to find some kind of calm.
When Dick had first moved in Bruce would find him like that often. Sometimes he'd be crying. Dick would always bury his face deeper into the pillow and stubbornly insist he was fine, sniffing back his tears. He'd never say what was wrong although it didn't take being a detective to figure it out. Back then it was easier though. Bruce would pick up Dick and tell him they were going downstairs for some hot chocolate. Then he'd get there and mumble an excuse that he realized Alfred could make it better, making another trip elsewhere in the house. It would continue until Dick fell asleep, but not without some smiles from the boy first.
Dick was too stubborn to admit to nightmares and Bruce was too stubborn to admit to trying to soothe him.
"Hey, Dick."
The boy looked up and tried to smile. "Yeah, Bruce?"
"I'm driving into town for some hot chocolate. Put on your slippers and lets get going."
He could hear the boy give a small laugh as he slid out of bed and shuffled into some slippers. Alfred didn't even so much as raise an eyebrow as he watched the two walk out the door.
It was a nice car ride, quiet and smooth and Bruce had a way of knowing the perfect path for no red lights. In the seat beside him Dick laid slumped against the door, passed out after half an hour of their drive at the dismal hour of 2 in the morning. Their night had been hard for both of them and it was a relief to see him finally getting rest. At least, he hoped it was proper rest. Bruce worried what Dick's time as Robin left for his dreams to grab onto. What kind of nightmares would a child have after fighting the Joker?
He turned the car around, back to his mansion. Away from the dirty city that held such dangers.
Dick didn't stir when Bruce carried him back inside. Alfred smiled at their return warmly. "Master Bruce, I trust you have not yet found a match for my hot chocolate."
"Not yet, Alfred."
"Very good, sir." The butler walked with him and helpfully held back the sheets so the boy could easily be slid back into bed. Bruce tucked him in and the two men stood there for a moment, watching Dick snuggle up in the bed to a spare pillow.
When Alfred had left and Bruce was sure he had walked down the hall, he took a moment to lean down and kiss Dick's forehead lightly.
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The Alfred bit at the bottom was lovely.
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