Re: Log: Dick and Damian
Dick followed him and stood next to him wishing even he had an apple for the new Wayne Family Zebra herd. He listened looking at his feet and mulling the words over. Nothing was incredibly alarming, or shocking. They'd all been there, they'd all gotten in over their heads. They were all guilty of being imperfect and Dick preferred it that way. He'd often been accused of being an impossible standard to meet as far as Robins went, but he knew that all he'd done is blaze a trail that offered a lifetime of experience for anyone who decided to take on the mantle. It hadn't been anything more than trial and error for either him or Bruce. And now he was trying to remember what had always worked, or what he'd always wished for.
Every now and again he found himself realizing that if he gave Damian, or Tim, or even all grown up Stephanie the kinds of reactions his younger self had wished for, he would have been negligent, or even responsible for something much worse. It was never good to be proven wrong after the fact, but he found it oddly comforting. And he was trying, in this moment, to be as comforting as he was comforted.
His interest was piqued at the mention of the strangeness of the activity, focusing there instead of on the unfortunate events that would only be fixed with time and thought and lawyers. He knew that all too well. "What else happened? Did anyone say anything or give any indication as to what was up?"