Wayne manor was fantastic. The first few nights, Dick had had a hard time falling asleep – the place was too big and his mattress too soft – then he had found out he could close the curtains around the bed which made his room feel so much smaller. Moreover, Bruce’s room was right next door. The man checked on him every night before going to sleep.
Once that first impression had passed, Dick had discovered the banister. And the chandelier. Ah! The chandelier…
“Come back down this instant, Master Richard!” Alfred called. “For the sake of my heart if not for your young skull.”(
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Jason felt weird. There was no other way to put it. No words to define his emotions.
Alright, maybe there were words and he just wasn’t good enough with them. Or good enough at introspection. Which he took pride on. He really, really hated self-analysis. Perhaps that said a lot about himself.
Hadn’t he just said he didn’t want to think?
“You seem contemplative.”
Jason jumped. Robin titled his head at him from the window.
“For God’s sake, kid, quit doing that or you’ll end up with a bullet between the eyes.”
“Your guns are on the table.”
“Not. The. Point.”
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The common room was the place where orphans were supposed to bond over educative board games, exchange their thoughts about the few books available on the shelves and sometimes watch a movie together. In practice, the younger ones where fighting over the various games’ pieces which they used to play war while the older ones played on their phones or isolated themselves with their headphones.
Dick had opted on the isolation but, since his phone wasn’t exactly able to produce music – his parents had not agreed to release any budget to buy him a phone with at least 4Go memory yet when they’d died – he had picked one of the books and pretended to read.
The plot wasn’t that bad, actually, but it was hard to concentrate with the sounds of the TV in background, hard metal playing too loud in someone’s headphones and one of the youngest whining about his toy.
Dick was deciding to let his annoyance win and to retreat in his room when a special flash interrupted the TV’s program – something about Batman.
“… apparently attacking the mansion, though the force assembled around it wouldn’t comment. GCPD lieutenant Jim Gordon refuses to answer any questions, but several witnesses confirm the Bat is on site.”
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