[ Bruce is hunched over his desk, fingers pressed against the corners of his eyes to stop the tears. But his control is frayed and torn, ripped apart from just a few words from Dick (and the Bat says: cut off that thread, he might use it against you- but he ignores it, shoves that part of him away because his son is more important than that-)
At the knock, he stands up, moving over to the door. He's not thinking- he doesn't want to think- and he's pulling Dick into the room and slamming the door shut before even saying a word. ]
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At the knock, he stands up, moving over to the door. He's not thinking- he doesn't want to think- and he's pulling Dick into the room and slamming the door shut before even saying a word. ]