[A → Action; 630 Topper Street: Morning][Dick is doing his usual routine. Grabbing the milk from the door and pouring it out before he takes a quick shower and gets ready for work
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That doesn't really answer my question. [She doesn't know what the usual is here. Not yet at least]
Ouch. Are you okay? [Did you give yourself third degree burns or something stupid like that?] I have a feeling that's really not all that's bothering you.
It wasn't that bad, so much as just feeling pretty dumb right when it happened. [He sighs.] It isn't. What's bothering was what caused me to screw up at work. [By the way, that sounds really weird. Working. Like. Not meaning being a crazy vigilante dressed like a bat, but just a normal job.]
You didn't burn yourself, did you? [Your physical well being is just as important as your mental well being] Listening to you talk about having a real job is strange, by the way. It isn't something I ever thought I'd hear you talk about.
And you're still avoiding my question. What upset you in the first place?
No, not really. Just a stained dress shirt. [He only seems to say it as a second thought. Burns isn't something he quite worries about.] It's weird having it again. I worked as a police officer for awhile. It was after your current time though, I think.
Of course not. I get beaten up by an attractive redhead on a daily basis. I'm used to it. [He smiles a little.] I think you asked me once to wear the uniform to your place.
He wasn't our Bruce. But he was still Bruce. And as much as I'm used to the playboy act, seeing him droned is just unsettling.
All grown up and still such a charmer. [She rolls her eyes a bit but she's smiling] That does sound like something I'd do. Especially if you looked half as good in the uniform as you did in your Nightwing costume.
I can imagine. I'm so sorry, Dick. [She takes his hand, giving it a little squeeze]
You weren't expecting me to change that much, were you? [Oh Babs. Saying things like that will make him the most conceited. Or at least maybe get a blush out of him. Maybe.] I don't quite run around in that outfit anymore. I've got my big bat underwear now.
Still, imagining Bruce acting like one of those...things. It's hard. Having to deal with one of them in the house is bad enough. Having someone you know acting like that...
So. What's bothering you?
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I screwed up during work. Poured hot coffee on myself. [Met Bruce while he was droned.] The usual for this place at least.
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Ouch. Are you okay? [Did you give yourself third degree burns or something stupid like that?] I have a feeling that's really not all that's bothering you.
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Today wasn't a good day.
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And you're still avoiding my question. What upset you in the first place?
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I saw Bruce today.
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And that's bad?
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He got droned.
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....I'm sorry, Dick. [Oh god, a Bruce drone sounds terrifying]
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He wasn't our Bruce. But he was still Bruce. And as much as I'm used to the playboy act, seeing him droned is just unsettling.
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I can imagine. I'm so sorry, Dick. [She takes his hand, giving it a little squeeze]
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I'm sure he went home. I shouldn't be so upset.
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No one can tell you when you should and shouldn't be upset. Bruce is important to you so of course you'd be upset by this.
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I know. Just. He went home. I shouldn't be upset. He belongs back in Gotham. Not in this place. None of us do.
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Still, imagining Bruce acting like one of those...things. It's hard. Having to deal with one of them in the house is bad enough. Having someone you know acting like that...
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