“If it came down between choosing me or the world which would you choose?” Dick asked, almost conversationally, leaned back on the table. “That’s not a fair question.” Bruce rasped, hands gripping the armrests of his chair. Dick shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s the one I’m asking.” Bruce shook his head. “I can’t deal with this right now. I have a case to work.” Dick smiled sadly, sliding off the table as he set his batarang down. “Thats about what I figured.” He murmured, more resigned than sad, and dropped a hand to Bruce’s shoulder, squeezing once, before he left.
“BATMAN!!” Nightwing screamed, the word torn from his lips. Batman smiled, teeth red with blood. “I didn’t answer you before chum, but it’s you. It’s always you. Every time.”
ok i don't know how absolutely high and depressed i was when i wrote this little snapshot of a scene but ok wow past self me just wants me to suffer i guess...
this.
