[Dick lingers a while longer, rubbing a hand over his slightly swollen jaw and wondering what the hell they were doing here. A huge part of him still hated Slade, and always would, but another... sort of pitied him. He didn't want to think Slade was a monster, even if part of him always would.
It was complicated. And rather than deal with it, he took out his communicator, checking his unread messages and getting ready to pretend like everything was fine.]
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It was complicated. And rather than deal with it, he took out his communicator, checking his unread messages and getting ready to pretend like everything was fine.]