( While it may not be Gotham, there's something about being above it all and away from everything and everyone that feels familiar despite the change of scenery. Nova City currently has the most high rises for this and so he often makes his way throughout the city when night falls and he's left feeling restless. Unable to help himself, he always looks for trouble β always scouts from the rooftops of the buildings he lingers on and despite very often not finding anything or anyone to come down on in a dark alleyway, he still finds himself out here most nights.
He's standing near the ledge of one particularly high building β gaze trailing along the streets below. It's as his cape gently wraps around him some when a cool breeze drifts by that he sighs and, without taking his eyes off the streets, he speaks up. )
I'm guessing you wanted me to hear you.
( Hear in the way one trained for this sort of lifestyle would only be able to. To anyone else? Dick's as quiet as ever. They all are. )
Rule of thumb: it's better not to surprise the Batman if you don't have to.
[ The rooftops still feel like home in a way most of the rest of this place doesn't and never will, and he's still working through those β thankfully fewer, now β jolts of trepidation when he looks down.
Catharsis is nice and all, but healing takes time.
He walks along the edge of the roof now, balancing easy as a cat, the breeze tugging at his hair like it tugs at Bruce's cloak. ]
( That is to say, this isn't Gotham and there's not much to be on alert for aside from when missions are happening. Still he finds himself up here β blue eyes casting their gaze down to the world below them. )
( The mention of Damian has him fall quiet for a moment β gaze softening some as it drops some. For a moment, he seems to almost hesitate β mulling over something as he looks to Dick out of the corner of his eye before he drops it again. Keeps silent. Lost in his thoughts as both Bruce and The Batman tend to succumb to. )
[ Dick's grin softens, and he considers Bruce for a moment, head just lightly tipped. ]
Yeah, sure. Ask me whatever you want.
[ There may be a few questions he's not sure he can β or should answer, but they're pretty few and far between. Besides, he likes this careful new connection he's made with this version of the man he knows so well back home. It's good to be able to talk to Bruce again. ]
( It's the fact that he doesn't know if it's his place to even ask, but. Dick is genuinely the closest one here to him in age... which he knows still has to be more than a little strange for the man there with him on the rooftop.
His cape flutters around him as a rogue breeze drifts by β gently caresses against his arm as he stands there in his silence. It's only after a moment that he just barely turns some to look over to the other man. )
[ But it's not something he can't answer, and, more than that, it's something he's talked about with his own Bruce from time to time. The man raised him from a child to manhood and weathered all the storms of Dick's various relationships along the way. He and Alfredβ
But it still hurts too much to think about Alfred.
Dick blows out a breath and sets his hands on his hips, glancing out over the empty city before he looks back at Bruce. ]
I don't have any. But I did have a... I thought for a while that maybe I was having one, not that long ago. She and I broke up not too long after that. I was so scared when it happened. I definitely didn't feel ready.
[ He looks back out over the buildings, reaching up toward the sky like so many fingers, thinking back to the way Shawn had yelled, how they'd both cried. ]
And here I thought I didn't need to have the safe sex talk with you.
( Despite being dryly said, it's meant to be a joke, which he's sure Dick can easily enough pick up on. But the thought of Dick not feeling as though he was ready to have a child... he can relate. Especially being here and suddenly bombarded with people who claim to be those who had been taken in under his care and are considered family. He knows the story β knows that he'll come to adopt a young and newly orphaned Dick Grayson at some point in his future, but. That's just it. He doesn't know if he will or not. Doesn't know just how much his Gotham splits from Damian's or Dick's.
Still, his being here has made him think. )
Sometimes I wonder if I'll be any good at it. Damian... he's very set in his ways. Stubborn. Determined. I'm not always sure if the things I say or the things I do are what he wants or needs. If my being here with him helps him any or just ends up hindering him.
( Expression somber, he slowly flicks his gaze over to Dick again. )
But then I look at you and I think, some version of me must have got it right.
[ Blue eyes widen and glance over to Bruce in clear surprise, and Dick is, for a moment... speechless. ]
...
[ (He remembers another time when Bruce was depending on him, when he was doubting himself. The only time I ever feel pride is when I look at Nightwing. Sometimes I think he's the only thing I ever did right.
It moves him to his core, even as he stands still, his expression open and pleased and abashed all at the same time. ]
We had our ups and downs. But I love him, and I never could have become what I am, who am I, without him.
[ Unlike so many of the others, he'd had loving parents before he found himself under Bruce's care, and he doesn't doubt that he would have grown into a decent man under their guidance. But he wouldn't have been Robin. He wouldn't have been Nightwing. ]
I think when the time comes, you'll do just fine. I've seen how you are with Damian. And believe me, no matter how stubborn he is and how impossible it can feel to even get him to open up a crack, it's been good for him to have you here.
( The reassurance is something needed β something he maybe always needs when it comes to handling something as fragile as the parental relationship between a father figure and boy. Because he second guesses himself at times β sometimes loses his temper and gets mad at Damian. Granted, it's not often it happens, but. When it does, it usually results in him ignoring Damian or locking himself away in his tower. Is that for the best? Is that cruel of him? He doesn't know. He's still trying to figure it all out. )
You seem better at all this, even if you're not a father yourself yet.
( A turn to him, he stares to the man β really looks at him there. )
If I meet my own version of you in my Gotham, I can only hope I can put him on a path that leads to the man you've become.
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rooftops.
He's standing near the ledge of one particularly high building β gaze trailing along the streets below. It's as his cape gently wraps around him some when a cool breeze drifts by that he sighs and, without taking his eyes off the streets, he speaks up. )
I'm guessing you wanted me to hear you.
( Hear in the way one trained for this sort of lifestyle would only be able to. To anyone else? Dick's as quiet as ever. They all are. )
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[ The rooftops still feel like home in a way most of the rest of this place doesn't and never will, and he's still working through those β thankfully fewer, now β jolts of trepidation when he looks down.
Catharsis is nice and all, but healing takes time.
He walks along the edge of the roof now, balancing easy as a cat, the breeze tugging at his hair like it tugs at Bruce's cloak. ]
Am I interrupting?
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( That is to say, this isn't Gotham and there's not much to be on alert for aside from when missions are happening. Still he finds himself up here β blue eyes casting their gaze down to the world below them. )
Still have the beard?
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[ His grin flashes white through the dark scruff. ]
Keeping one step ahead of Damian and his razor is good for me. I was worried I might get rusty here.
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Can I ask you something?
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Yeah, sure. Ask me whatever you want.
[ There may be a few questions he's not sure he can β or should answer, but they're pretty few and far between. Besides, he likes this careful new connection he's made with this version of the man he knows so well back home. It's good to be able to talk to Bruce again. ]
What is it?
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His cape flutters around him as a rogue breeze drifts by β gently caresses against his arm as he stands there in his silence. It's only after a moment that he just barely turns some to look over to the other man. )
Do you ever want to have kids?
( A beat then, as he realizes. )
Do you? Back in your Gotham.
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Uh...
[ But it's not something he can't answer, and, more than that, it's something he's talked about with his own Bruce from time to time. The man raised him from a child to manhood and weathered all the storms of Dick's various relationships along the way. He and Alfredβ
But it still hurts too much to think about Alfred.
Dick blows out a breath and sets his hands on his hips, glancing out over the empty city before he looks back at Bruce. ]
I don't have any. But I did have a... I thought for a while that maybe I was having one, not that long ago. She and I broke up not too long after that. I was so scared when it happened. I definitely didn't feel ready.
[ He looks back out over the buildings, reaching up toward the sky like so many fingers, thinking back to the way Shawn had yelled, how they'd both cried. ]
But I do want them, someday. Yeah.
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( Despite being dryly said, it's meant to be a joke, which he's sure Dick can easily enough pick up on. But the thought of Dick not feeling as though he was ready to have a child... he can relate. Especially being here and suddenly bombarded with people who claim to be those who had been taken in under his care and are considered family. He knows the story β knows that he'll come to adopt a young and newly orphaned Dick Grayson at some point in his future, but. That's just it. He doesn't know if he will or not. Doesn't know just how much his Gotham splits from Damian's or Dick's.
Still, his being here has made him think. )
Sometimes I wonder if I'll be any good at it. Damian... he's very set in his ways. Stubborn. Determined. I'm not always sure if the things I say or the things I do are what he wants or needs. If my being here with him helps him any or just ends up hindering him.
( Expression somber, he slowly flicks his gaze over to Dick again. )
But then I look at you and I think, some version of me must have got it right.
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...
[ (He remembers another time when Bruce was depending on him, when he was doubting himself. The only time I ever feel pride is when I look at Nightwing. Sometimes I think he's the only thing I ever did right.
It moves him to his core, even as he stands still, his expression open and pleased and abashed all at the same time. ]
We had our ups and downs. But I love him, and I never could have become what I am, who am I, without him.
[ Unlike so many of the others, he'd had loving parents before he found himself under Bruce's care, and he doesn't doubt that he would have grown into a decent man under their guidance. But he wouldn't have been Robin. He wouldn't have been Nightwing. ]
I think when the time comes, you'll do just fine. I've seen how you are with Damian. And believe me, no matter how stubborn he is and how impossible it can feel to even get him to open up a crack, it's been good for him to have you here.
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You seem better at all this, even if you're not a father yourself yet.
( A turn to him, he stares to the man β really looks at him there. )
If I meet my own version of you in my Gotham, I can only hope I can put him on a path that leads to the man you've become.