[ Dick isn't alone in grappling with the feelings this situation is dragging up. Bruce could feel the resentment bubbling up inside of him. The incredulity that Dick would come back and think that would be enough to change things when his leaving had been the seismic shift. The earth shattering force that put them both on this violent trajectory.
Bruce isn't sure what Dick thought would happen here. Going back to the way they were is impossible. Forging something new seemed out of reach, when Dick didn't seem to want to be in the same room with him. His coming back only reminds Bruce how much he hated that he left and let years and years go by without a word.
His coming back reminds Bruce how much and how deeply he had loved him. And all those years apart hadn't done much to stifle it. It just makes him wish Dick had stayed away. So he wouldn't have to see him like this.
He doesn't feel threatened, but that doesn't mean much of anything. Dick is dangerous. Bruce pays attention to Bludhaven. ]
Isn't this what you asked for?
[ Maybe not like this, but it's a road leading to the same destination, isn't it? ]
[ This isn't what Dick wanted or expected it to be.
He probably should have seen that coming. It's Bruce, after all.
It shouldn't matter, that Bruce thinks he somehow wanted this, anything like this, but somehow it does, and it has him shaking his head, lips pressed into a frown, as if it leaves a literal bitter taste in his mouth. Of the many things he wanted, that he wished would happen, seeing Bruce brought down like this was never one of them. What he did ask for was seemingly impossible both then and now.
Being angry about it would be so much easier. And he is, it's just not the main thing that he's feeling right now, now that he's here in Bruce's kitchen again. ]
No, it's not.
[ He sets the coffee aside, leaning forward, eyes intent on Bruce's face. ]
This doesn't end the way you think it does. I'm not going to let that happen.
[ Dick's eyes are focused on him, Bruce doesn't have to look at him to know it. His life's been built on having eyes on him. Cameras shoved in his face. People wanting to shake his hand or ask him for a favor because their venture was the next Big Thing. So he knows when someone is looking. Even if he isn't.
He sips his coffee and stares at the newspaper still folded neatly between them. The man in the picture's face is creased, the brand peaking out from the fold. Dick could say this isn't what he asked for. Maybe the brand is a step too far. But it's in the spirit of the request. He wanted Bruce to do something. And he had. It had only shifted into something dark and ugly.
The kind of man he hadn't wanted to be. But this is who Gotham needs.
He finally looks at Dick and it feels like he's seeing him for the first time. He had never imagined they would ever be on opposing sides of the mission. But here they are, close enough to touch. Close enough to fight. ]
I think it's going to end exactly the way I mean for it to.
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Bruce isn't sure what Dick thought would happen here. Going back to the way they were is impossible. Forging something new seemed out of reach, when Dick didn't seem to want to be in the same room with him. His coming back only reminds Bruce how much he hated that he left and let years and years go by without a word.
His coming back reminds Bruce how much and how deeply he had loved him. And all those years apart hadn't done much to stifle it. It just makes him wish Dick had stayed away. So he wouldn't have to see him like this.
He doesn't feel threatened, but that doesn't mean much of anything. Dick is dangerous. Bruce pays attention to Bludhaven. ]
Isn't this what you asked for?
[ Maybe not like this, but it's a road leading to the same destination, isn't it? ]
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He probably should have seen that coming. It's Bruce, after all.
It shouldn't matter, that Bruce thinks he somehow wanted this, anything like this, but somehow it does, and it has him shaking his head, lips pressed into a frown, as if it leaves a literal bitter taste in his mouth. Of the many things he wanted, that he wished would happen, seeing Bruce brought down like this was never one of them. What he did ask for was seemingly impossible both then and now.
Being angry about it would be so much easier. And he is, it's just not the main thing that he's feeling right now, now that he's here in Bruce's kitchen again. ]
No, it's not.
[ He sets the coffee aside, leaning forward, eyes intent on Bruce's face. ]
This doesn't end the way you think it does. I'm not going to let that happen.
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He sips his coffee and stares at the newspaper still folded neatly between them. The man in the picture's face is creased, the brand peaking out from the fold. Dick could say this isn't what he asked for. Maybe the brand is a step too far. But it's in the spirit of the request. He wanted Bruce to do something. And he had. It had only shifted into something dark and ugly.
The kind of man he hadn't wanted to be. But this is who Gotham needs.
He finally looks at Dick and it feels like he's seeing him for the first time. He had never imagined they would ever be on opposing sides of the mission. But here they are, close enough to touch. Close enough to fight. ]
I think it's going to end exactly the way I mean for it to.
[ He sets his mug down and moves to get up. ]
Go home, Dick. I'm sorry Alfred wasted your time.