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-__- *pulls out a list longer than santa's* *checks it TWICE*

❝   HERE’S A TIP, STOP HIDING BEHIND EXCUSES EACH TIME SOMEONE IS WORRIED ABOUT YOU.   ❞                                                      

perhaps bruce and he were     more alike than he’d like to accept.   avoidance was a personality trait both men shared   &   it was something dick had seen far too many times from a special few close to him, especially from bruce.  he knows what it can feel like,  to be on the other side of not knowing the matters going on in another person’s life.   even when you’re living under the same roof.   [ it’s a lot easier this way,  he thinks,  both parties end up…  perfectly well. ]   all he could manage was a half-smile,  gaze not fully on barbara.   it’s tough to be dismissive with her.   he cleared his throat before speaking,    ❝   really,  everything is fine.  just… fine.   ❞

SCREAMS  ALL  THINGS  YOU  DO  ARE  GOOD  AND  WONDERFUL  !!!!

it feels weird. to step foot in gotham after being banned from it after bruce kicked him out. not the first time, not the last time it happens. his first thought is going to the mansion, to alfred, steady hand and expert pace, he would be done in a heartbeat. but he sees the signal above in the clouds; bruce is out, but he will be back, and he is in no mood to fight. and they always fight. they always argue. the tension rising, frustrations with one another growing. and it might be the christmas spirit that tells him to allow bruce one breathing moment from him.

 “knock knock,red. open up.” he knocks on her window, a hand on the window, the other holding the middle of his body. and it appears, that his suit wasn’t strong enough anymore, thorn off by an explosion, a knife wound by his middle. he would heal (he heals faster after he came back from the pit, but he won’t let anyone know that), but the wound is deep, and he is hurting. barbara is his safe option. she can judge, she can speak, but he could never grow angry with her. “your romeo is here, babs. give us a kiss.” and he grins despite the wound, or the bruise forming beside his cheek.

“Hey, Babs? Can I ask you something?”

There was once a time where he wouldn’t have agreed with the statement, but what choice did he have? It wasn’t like he could just snap his fingers and things would get better. Try as he might, he wasn’t perfect, and he was still learning how to go about things. 

The more time he spent away, the harder it was to come back, and figure things out. The longer he was gone... the less human he became. More reserved and more hateful and spiteful, but he wasn’t on his family’s radar. 

He was trying his best to protect the one’s he cared about..... would it be enough? At one point in time, he thought so but now? He wasn’t too sure. Maybe he never would be.

“Look,” he says, sucking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly. Eyes locked on the ground as he tried to keep his head in the moment and not the possibilities. “I don’t expect you to trust me. I just need more time. Another few weeks.” Though, it would be hundreds of years for him - maybe even longer. “Maybe by then i’ll have fixed this.”

“You know why i’m doing this, right? Why I have to keep on doing this?”