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Hi Katie!! Tysm for the ask! <3
Bruce cleared his throat, immensely grateful for his own paranoia. Dick not telling any of them about his arrival was weird in itself, but Bruce had noticed that hitch in his voice, when he called him a week ago. He knew Dick too well, after all, most of his tells were Bruce’s own. Just before leaving for patrol, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to just get one look at Dick, just to make sure he was fine, and that he was worrying about nothing.
He found the door to Dick’s room opened, raising a brow as he stepped closer, Tim’s voice reaching him, “Dick.” Tim never used that tone unless someone needed to stay awake after a concussion.
This is from a wip of the final chapter on my nightwing fic!








