Re: Dick/Bruce
Perhaps if it was only the slow onset of age, Bruce might have borne it better, resigned himself to more, overcome as much again.
Bruce didn't hesitate, and took the hand as offered. His palm was tough as old leather and just as dry, and he used Dick's strength to haul himself into the car. His shoulders were strong, but settling was painful and took time. He sat and caught his breath as he listened. "Maybe one day, the speeder won't stop, and you'll have to chase them," he suggested.