Walking into the gymnasium with only sweats, a tank and a small glimmer of hope that he knew what he was doing Bruce walked over to the mats set up to stretch . It had been a while since he had been on professional grade equipment like this to practice his jumps and skills on mostly because the ones he had in the cave didnāt belong to him. They had, and always will be, Dicks to the older man and after everything that happened over the course of the past few years, admitting his mistake at least to himself if not to others, it felt wrong to use them just yet. He used the high rise skyscrapers of Gotham instead, but now that he was here in the tiny town Paragon was located most days instead of there in his city, heād have to at least use the gymnasium for a few hours a week to keep limber.Ā
It also didnāt 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 didnāt 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 āglares do the talkingā. 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.Ā