[Dick ignored him. It was like he was underwater, because he wasn't really hearing things or processing them correctly. It was like he was dreaming, or maybe he was just going crazy, because this was the Manor, but not, and it was home, but it was in ruins now, and this was almost everything he was afraid of happening all at once.
He didn't follow Tim, instead numbly walking into another room, surveying the damage listlessly. There was a framed photograph lying face down on the dusty, ruined carpet next to a smashed table, and he carefully crouched to pick it up, mindful of the shattered glass.
It was an old photo, and he remembered taking it. He was about fifteen, and it was just a random summer evening where Alfred had decided to grill something and they'd eaten outside together as a family. Alfred had snapped the picture before Bruce had realized he'd had the camera. Bruce was smiling in a way that wasn't the forced billionaire playboy mask, and Dick was laughing at something - he couldn't even remember what, but he remembered the blue t-shirt (it had been handed down to Tim) - and had captured a moment where they were just... normal. And happy.
This wasn't their universe, but the picture was the same, and for some reason, that was it. He was silent, frozen in place, eyes stinging as he stared at the photo, trying and failing to process everything. He was home, but everything was all wrong, and for the moment, he couldn't deal with it.]
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He didn't follow Tim, instead numbly walking into another room, surveying the damage listlessly. There was a framed photograph lying face down on the dusty, ruined carpet next to a smashed table, and he carefully crouched to pick it up, mindful of the shattered glass.
It was an old photo, and he remembered taking it. He was about fifteen, and it was just a random summer evening where Alfred had decided to grill something and they'd eaten outside together as a family. Alfred had snapped the picture before Bruce had realized he'd had the camera. Bruce was smiling in a way that wasn't the forced billionaire playboy mask, and Dick was laughing at something - he couldn't even remember what, but he remembered the blue t-shirt (it had been handed down to Tim) - and had captured a moment where they were just... normal. And happy.
This wasn't their universe, but the picture was the same, and for some reason, that was it. He was silent, frozen in place, eyes stinging as he stared at the photo, trying and failing to process everything. He was home, but everything was all wrong, and for the moment, he couldn't deal with it.]