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Alfred notes the vaguely familiar-sounding name, filing it away for future reference, and idly wonders where he’d heard it before.
The boy’s shoulders begin to tremble as he lowers his head, trying to hide the tears threatening to spill again, and then he sniffles, rubs his eyes with the back of his hand and takes another sip of cocoa. “All my friends are probably dead now.”
“Not all, surely,” Alfred says, pausing in his preparations. Ah, so there it is, the heart of the matter, Alfred concludes mentally and then adds, “I believe you’re forgetting about your friends here.”
Dick visibly stiffens and then sinks lower into his chair, cradling the mug between his hands. “That’s the thing, Alfred. They’re Dick - Robin’s friends. They know him, not me.”
“Are you not still Robin?” Alfred asks.
“Yes, but…”
“Do you not possess all his memories?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“Then it’s very simple, isn’t it? You’re still their friend, young master,” Alfred points out.
Dick chews on his lip a little as he thinks. Then, he pipes up, “They’re going to think I lied to them, Alfred. It’s not like I meant to, but how am I supposed to explain that I’m still me - that… that it’s not my fault I didn’t know? Wally and I have been best friends for years, Alfred! What am I supposed to tell him? Gee, sorry, Wally, I forgot to mention I’m an alien refugee, but it’s okay, cause my parents made me forget everything. Yeah, that’ll go over real well.”
Alfred hums noncommittally as he turns around and sits. “Young master, maybe it’s best that you be up front with them. If they are truly your friends, then surely they will understand.”
That appears to have been the correct thing to say, as Dick slowly begins to relax, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
“Now, let’s see about breakfast, shall we?” Alfred says.
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(Also, don't think I didn't see what you did there with Patient Room# 1940)
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I will only confirm that both Bruce and Alfred know Dick has undergone a traumatizing physiological change and that Alfred may have heard the name Gallifrey before.
(dohohohho I expected nothing less)
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