Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

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“Yeah, well.” Dick shrugged. “It’s not like it’s a new experience for me. I mean, ‘circus freak’ is funny once or twice or twenty times-but if he wasn’t your kid, he would have had a ‘Hey, Rube!’ on his hands before the count reached forty-seven.”

Clark could see Bruce’s spine curving forward, almost hunching over. Dick, sensing the motion, lifted his weight from Bruce’s shoulder-but still kept himself firmly within what Bruce would normally consider personal space.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated,” he began, but Dick raised a hand, cutting him off.

“Bruce. Of course I feel obligated to you. I don’t think anyone else alive could have done everything you’ve done for me--”

“Would have, you mean, many could have--”

“Which,” Dick said, the raised hand closing around Bruce’s upper arm, “is exactly my point. Detective.”

“I’m really not in the mood to be called that…”

“Shut up and deal with it,” was the cheery response, and Clark cringed slightly at that, because there was no way on God’s green Earth he would have gotten away with saying that to Ma and Pa. “Which is why I’m trying really hard not to give up on the stupid brat, and yeah, you know what? I am a little jealous of him. Just a little, you know, and not because blood is thicker than the paperwork downtown in city hall or anything.”

Bruce had a way of starting to laugh, then choking it off before he actually managed to do it. Physically, it looked almost like retching, although it sounded more like a brief cough. He didn’t do it often-he was usually good at choosing either to laugh outright or not at all, but every so often, someone (Dick had a knack for it) would say something grim and unintentionally amusing, and he’d crack, just a bit.

“If anything, it’s time and personality that are thickest,” he observed. “I don’t know Damian, which makes all of this even more frightening. Blood isn’t even a factor here. What he’s done is wrong by every moral code I’m familiar with. And I don’t know him well enough to know how to… override everything his mother and grandfather have taught him. He’s been surrounded by the Shadows his entire life. Of course he’s going to view murder as the easiest option.”