Re: Gotham Memorial: Dickie and Bruce
[omg part 2]
It didn't mean it was gone, it didn't mean it didn't hurt. If there was one thing missing, it was Damian, who would be sitting here with him saying stupid things, and telling him how dumb he looked making those faces every time Lucy opened her eyes from sleeping. Complaining about how loud she cried, and being so afraid of holding her so as not to look "soft." But he knew, his Damian, had everything been normal - would have loved Lucy as much as anyone did. And would have laid down his life for her. He couldn't help but wish he'd gotten that chance, but it was hard to be sad when things were so perfect. Maybe the edge of bittersweet would be there for a while, and that was okay, because Dick felt like he would get through it. He had to. He had no choice, but more than that, he wanted to. He wanted to get better. He wanted to feel okay. He wanted to be as whole as possible because this perfect creature deserved it. And he was going to give it to her. Anything she needed, he was going to make sure she had. There was a new look about him, unshaven, and wrinkled pink tee shirt that said 'it's a girl!' (he'd brought a blue one with him to the hospital too just in case.), and well worn jeans. Sneakers squeaking on the hospital floor as he walked around whispering sweet nothings to his newborn.
When he heard the knock on the door and saw Bruce come in, he looked up, eyes red rimmed but not sad. Proud, and happy, and warmed that Bruce had come with flowers and gifts and that he was here.] Come in, come in. [he said walking toward him and meeting him halfway across the room. He nodded toward the counter which was becoming the gift collection counter. But Bruce's were the most special. The most important.] You look good with pink, you might want to think of adding a little pink to your night wear. [He teased, because he was still Dickie.] Come meet your granddaughter, Old Man.
[Biology mattered very little to Dick for most of his life already, but here family felt earned. And even though their ages were closer than he was used to, they had earned this. And he was proud to consider Bruce his family. The equal footing they had found in recent months was fine and good for the night jobs, and hell even now their day jobs, but ths was family. This was different.]