10 Dick and Bruce. Then pick one you want me to do and I will attempt fluffy angst for you ;)
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There’s a million places this could have gone and I wanted to do them all. I settled for something with Robin Dick and Bruce because I’m in that vein right now. I hope you enjoy it.
“I don’t understand.” Dick pouted as he sat on a gurney in the cave, arm outstretched as Alfred worked tight, even stitches into the gash on it.
“What?” Batman asked.
He hadn’t pulled back his cowl yet, and right now to Dick he was more Batman than Bruce. He was angry. The ‘what’ little more than a grunt, his jaw tight as he planted himself at the cave’s computer probably to pound the anger into the computer keys instead of something less solid.
“I don’t understand why I’m in trouble when the night was a success.” Dick continued, he knew he was digging the hole deeper but he’d dealt with a broody Batman the whole ride back to the cave and the night hadn’t even been a failure.
“We saved those people, they’re alive because of what we did.”
He winced as Alfred tied off the last stitch in his arm and moved to bandaging it.