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The gala was suffocating..
Dick seemed happy he even fooled the un-foolable Batman.
Since all of his kids were at the Gala, he was decidedly not drinking, settling for initiating small talk instead.
But Bruce wasn’t really looking at his 25 year old,not that Dick really cared, he just wanted the night to end so he can get to his comfortable bed.
“Richard!” some rich old woman with an obnoxious voice and a fur scarf that’s probably made from real animal fur worth more than his rent yells his name.
“My I haven’t seen you since you were this tall!” she points to her hip.
“do you remember me?”
“Yes I do, its been a while.”
he doesn’t even know this woman’s name.
he has a skull splitting head ache and his fresh scars are burning from brushing onto the sleeves plus he wants to take off this tight suit and corset he put on because he felt fat and he now regrets it so much.
The woman kept talking and complaining about her marriage to him and Dick just kept nodding and giving ‘oh’s and ‘really?!’s until he got fed up and eyed Jason across the room.
Jason walked up to the pair with a polite smile. “hello sorry I need Dick for a moment”
the snobby woman nodded, and Dick followed Jason to the buffet section.
“You look like shit,” Jason said as he was stuffing a piece of smoked salmon in his mouth.
“Let’s be honest, I feel like shit.”
Jason chuckled. “was the woman that chatty?”
Dick gave him a blank stare. “She kept whining about her marriage.” Jason scrunched his nose in disgust.
They kept chatting for a bit until Bruce signaled it was time for them to leave.
‘finally’ Dick thought to himself. He went to grab his jacket and he saw Jason talking with Bruce from a far, then Bruce started approaching him. ‘nononono’ he thought to himself.
“whats up B?”
“did Mrs Merritt bother you? because if she did I can tell her to leave you alo-”
“its fine Bruce I’m not a kid”
Bruce sighed “I know you aren’t but you can still talk to me”
‘why the hell is he pretending to care all of a sudden?’ Dick thought.
“I’ll be fine Bruce..I’m going home”
“Damian and Cassandra want you to stay over at the manor for the night”
He can never admit he wants Dick at the manor. he had to say someone wants him over instead of simply saying he specifically wants to spend time with his son ward.
but Bruce Wayne is an emotionally constipated man.
Dick wanted to refuse but he couldn’t bear his siblings calling and asking why he didn’t come. and it may seem selfish but he also couldn’t think of a good enough excuse because he wouldn’t be going on patrol either.
“Sure..” Bruce smiled
“come in our car. we can put your motorcycle in the trunk or Alfred can come get it tomorrow”
“It’s fine. I can drive there myself” Dick said while struggling to put on his jacket over the suit. Bruce sighed once again at Dicks stubbornness while helping him put on the jacket.