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he doesn’t know how roy found out he was here. if dick had to put money on it he’d guess babs. they talked a week or so ago, and dick could tell she wanted to come down. he supposes the next best thing is making sure the people he cares about can be here instead. and roy’s near the top of the list.
the penthouse roof isn’t the warmest place in the world, not this late into the evening, but he convinced jason to bring up a bunch of pillows and blankets, to let dick make himself a little...nest, for lack of a better word. dick’s healing slow, coming along, but he can’t help wanting to high up, wanting to be on the roof.
roy’s footsteps are conspicuously heavy, and dick wonders if that’s on purpose too. he turns easily, bruises under his eyes stark against his normally tanned skin. he smiles easily too, and it’s almost natural. ❛ hey stranger. ❜










