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batzie and sir pentious - Day 1 {Valentines wishlist} [Request]

Ace brightened up the instant he saw Bruce. He quickly wiggled his way out from under the computer, one of his favorite spots to sleep in the cave. The normally composed and reserved shepherd yipped and fell all over himself getting up and trotting over to greet him.

BATINVENTOR QUESTION: If batinventor had a song that matched them, what would it be???

             ❛ Mr. Wayne, I’d love to finish this interview, but don’t look now but I think that there’s some beaky looking guys with umbrellas are gonna try to start up a hostage situation. Haven’t made it past the entryway yet but you wouldn’t happen to have a, ah, silent alarm or anything, would you? ❜                        This really isn’t the first time or the last he’ll be in a hostage situation, but hey, at least it’s predictable. Especially in a city like Gotham - at least the henchmen were doing their damnedest to be sneaky. Cute. The spider did his best to keep himself and the billionaire currently posing for a photoshoot, calm. At least long enough so he could slip away and suit up. The preferable outcome. But god, he can already feel that this was gonna go sideways. 

     “   YOU       KNOW       SHE       TRUSTS       ME ,       RIGHT ?       i       don’t       think       she’ll       notice       anythin’       fishy       if       i’m       pickin’       stuff       here       ‘n       there       from       her       lab       (   slash   )       garden ,       even       though       i’ve       never       been       much       of       a       veggie       kind’a       gal .   ”

bastille dooms day prompts       /     accepting    * @batzie

         sorry, b, but somehow dick just can’t bring himself to believe that. not when every fault, every misstep, and short coming that stumbled out of him tonight, without a single lick of that grayson grace was on him. —– and sure, missions went sideways —– unforeseen obstacles arose from time to time, seemingly out of left field at that. it happens, and he’s not naive nor ignorant to think otherwise, he’s been in the business a bit too long for that. but, still, it doesn’t stop him from picking the events of it all apart. it’s the what ifs that haunt him now in the aftermath. 

        there’s an idle, bitter thought of  ‘ wouldn’t you? ’ kept just under lock and key —- barely withheld and dutifully swallowed,  because at the end of the day, it was something he SHOULD have seen coming. something he COULD have easily prevented with a bit of improvisation. and while the sentiment behind the words are MEANT to comfort and soothe ——– and, they just might. later. after dick has had a chance to blow off some steam, clear his head, and take another look at the events with some new-founded semi-balance of clarity.

        but right now? in this moment? the only thing they do is CHAFE  his skin, solely for the reason that he knows better. yet, even through his own, heavy criticism and self blame he can see the EFFORT ——- the MEANING of it.       

        dick finds himself caving, even if slightly as he finally lists forward and tears his eyes away from the files plastered and looming over the screen of the bat-computer. the domino comes free with a tacky pop so that he can pinch and massage away the unwelcome pressure building behind the bridge of his nose. 

        a sigh finally breaks past his lips with a quiet, half forced “yeah.” puffed out between them. a breath in, and dick glances first to the hand that’s taken residence on his shoulder, a weight that does bring comfort where his mentors previous words had failed, before finally meeting bruce’s steady gaze with his own.