#cfdickgrayson

                 like a perpetual 24 year old child going through their goth phase ;   jeannie wasn’t all too fond of physical contact ;close contact ;or any human connection.   she made a brief, yet still tempered, exception for family members.   but even then, she worked on a small patience           ‘  --    i think you’re crushing my lungs -- ‘ she choked out,    a forced laughter coming out with it.

It also didn’t hurt, or had gone unnoticed by Bruce, that Dick was known to be around here at this time. At least seeing his son or maybe even saying hello, not a grunt of greeting as Alfred liked to stress the difference to him, would be incredible and brighten up his week even if it ended poorly. There was always a little voice in the back of the dark knights head, sounding a bit too much like a Kryptonian he knew, that stressed to talk to his sons, to be more open about his feelings towards them. Normally he ignored that voice for good reason, feelings were horrible and got in the way of work. They didn’t help fix a problem to Bruce, only worsen it, at least when it was his emotions they were talking about. However he would try to at least be more vocal than letting his ‘glares do the talking’. Going to a blue mat, he started to get to work on his legs, stretching them first so they would warm up the most while keeping an ear out for anyone entering the gym. His back from a long ago wound gave a tiny twinge of discomfort, which made him pause for only a moment to asses the situation. but that was what Advil was for. 

“Just because we’re adults now, and you’re my best friend, don’t think I couldn’t still beat you up, Dick,” Kori teased, “In fact, I think us being so close, makes it easier for us to spar.”

    terry groaned, letting the hose fall down onto the ground and continue to run. it made the dirt around him even muddier, at least he was barefoot. last time he trekked mud through the house, he’d been mad at himself when he later got it on his clean socks.        not that he didn’t love it, the boy reveled at any chance he got to be outside without shoes, but he would’ve preferred if he could have done it without also getting his clothes soaked. wet denim was the worst. terry noticed dick approaching from the corner of his eye and quickly shut off the water, turning to face his uncle with an innocent smile.      “ hello uncle dick, did you get hit by the hose too? “