#ahem.

He is right.

It does not matter how close Dick grows with these people, it does not matter how much Bruce trusts them, none of it matters.

They are gods.

Fucking larger than life, people pray to them, unhuman creatures.

Dick- his baby boy- his precious angel son- is a boy. A child.

Human.

And they could snap his neck without a seconds hesitation, without Dick being able to lift a single finger to stop it- without Bruce being able to lift a single finger to stop it.

Dick chose this life- he cannot claim that Bruce forced him into it- because Bruce fires him very early on and keeps him as far away as possible and it is only because of Dick's incessant pestering that he lets the boy be Robin.

He has to know the consequences. He has to acknowledge- not just passively, not unconsciously- but verbally, how he would be able to defeat his "allies" his teammates. He has to know how to protect himself.

Not being allowed to touch yourself except if you're given permission- and even then having to ask to cum. Sending him videos while he's on deployment of you whimpering and humping a pillow, knowing you're not allowed to cum until he returns home and ruins you properly. Becoming increasingly desperate and nearly crying over the phone to him and he just coos and tells you to wait a little longer.

He always delivers, of course. He returns home still stinking of cigar ash and gun oil and fucks you into the bed properly until you hiccup and writhe from how overwhelming it is.