[Dick was just staring, totally not sure of what he should do or say. Whatever he had expecting, it hadn't been this, even though he'd definitely had experience with this sort of thing before. When he was a kid, one of the first days he was in the Manor, he'd wandered into Bruce's parent's old room without realizing what it was. Everything looked like it hadn't been touched in years, like Bruce had let it exactly the same way it was the night they'd been killed.
And that was, more or less, what he was looking at now, only this time, it was worse.
It was a kid's room.
He looked over at the inmate quickly before looking back at the room, suddenly feeling like he'd done the same thing - stumbled into something intensely personal without realizing it.]
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And that was, more or less, what he was looking at now, only this time, it was worse.
It was a kid's room.
He looked over at the inmate quickly before looking back at the room, suddenly feeling like he'd done the same thing - stumbled into something intensely personal without realizing it.]