Dick turns opposite to Omi's sight line and winds up in front of him, phone still in hand.
He takes a deep breath, and it should be easy, shouldn't it, to drop the metaphorical mask in front of someone who's gotten half his brain shoved down his throat, but no one likes being vulnerable. With more vulnerabilities than most of his superpowered friends, maybe Dick is a little more wary of it.
"Look, I just lost a bet with Bruce because of you." His voice lowered. "I'm gonna be washing the Batmobile, by hand, every day for a month. I thought you'd take the grappling pistol and run, but you didn't."
He isn't restraining Omi, but he is between him and the door. He runs a hand through his hair, averting his gaze, letting his shoulders slump with a sense of...
Is this what stage fright feels like? For once, he can't perform.
This isn't a job for the Boy Wonder. This is something only Dick Grayson can do.
"Bruce sees something in you. Something that reminds him of himself, that he has a hard time talking about, but I recognize it, too, and that's... that's hard for me to swallow."
A more shallow breath.
"Bruce is my family, and-and... I wouldn't have any other family without him. But he's not-- you know, he isn't my dad. He'll never be my dad, so he'll never be-- he's not supposed to--" And oh, God, he has to say it, doesn't he?
"He'll never have to love me. I'm not his son, not really, but I-- I mean, there's the paperwork and-and... and all the other stuff."
Omi has his memories, and Dick is fighting his embarrassment as hard he can. He'd rather go three rounds with the Joker, fresh out of Arkham Asylum, and drown himself in Joker venom.
"So, you know, sometimes... sometimes I feel threatened. And I get... angry, and insecure, and a little bitter, and..."
He sighed.
"I got really, really jealous of you. Of how much he respects you. And I'm sorry for letting that cloud my judgment and jeopardize your well-being."
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Dick turns opposite to Omi's sight line and winds up in front of him, phone still in hand.
He takes a deep breath, and it should be easy, shouldn't it, to drop the metaphorical mask in front of someone who's gotten half his brain shoved down his throat, but no one likes being vulnerable. With more vulnerabilities than most of his superpowered friends, maybe Dick is a little more wary of it.
"Look, I just lost a bet with Bruce because of you." His voice lowered. "I'm gonna be washing the Batmobile, by hand, every day for a month. I thought you'd take the grappling pistol and run, but you didn't."
He isn't restraining Omi, but he is between him and the door. He runs a hand through his hair, averting his gaze, letting his shoulders slump with a sense of...
Is this what stage fright feels like? For once, he can't perform.
This isn't a job for the Boy Wonder. This is something only Dick Grayson can do.
"Bruce sees something in you. Something that reminds him of himself, that he has a hard time talking about, but I recognize it, too, and that's... that's hard for me to swallow."
A more shallow breath.
"Bruce is my family, and-and... I wouldn't have any other family without him. But he's not-- you know, he isn't my dad. He'll never be my dad, so he'll never be-- he's not supposed to--" And oh, God, he has to say it, doesn't he?
"He'll never have to love me. I'm not his son, not really, but I-- I mean, there's the paperwork and-and... and all the other stuff."
Omi has his memories, and Dick is fighting his embarrassment as hard he can. He'd rather go three rounds with the Joker, fresh out of Arkham Asylum, and drown himself in Joker venom.
"So, you know, sometimes... sometimes I feel threatened. And I get... angry, and insecure, and a little bitter, and..."
He sighed.
"I got really, really jealous of you. Of how much he respects you. And I'm sorry for letting that cloud my judgment and jeopardize your well-being."