The parquet shines like honey.
In the far left corner, close to the library, there's still, obviously, that stupid smiling face, the one made of wood grains.
He kinda liked it the first time he saw it while exploring the manor, but it quickly became irritating, as if it was ready to mock him every time he had to withstand a scolding.
Fuck it.
"... Do you hear me??"
He looked straight in the eyes of his mentor, noticed the way his eyes always darken when he's feeling strong emotions.
It's weird how you can know so many little things about a person, and yet you're strangers.
"I don't owe you anything Bruce, this is what I want. I'm not a kid anymore".
"Don't bother calling me".
They stared at each other. Dick's hands were sweaty. He turned and walked to the hall.
"Richard! Come back."
But he was already midair, about to land on the ground floor.
He bumped into Alfred. The man was calm, but his eyes, softly afraid.
They touched elbows, as to get into a hug, but Bruce was down the stairs, and Dick running for the gates.
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Flying without a net: Memory bites
Fanfiction~NEW dark CHAPTER, BEWARE~ No time for a long story but still want some "plot"? There you go: easy, quick memories, mainly Dick's and Slade's. Also, some basic 'poems'. (DICK IS SCARED. SLADE IS SAFE THO, ISN'T HE?)(I FOUND MYSELF AN IDIOT- YES ILL...
