Re: Gotham Memorial: Dickie and Bruce
[For a long moment, Bruce simply stood in the doorway and looked, from Dick in his rumpled pink shirt to the baby and back again. There had been so much loss, so much pain, and before this he hadn't even wanted to acknowledge Christmas; he felt differently now. Seconds passed, and he smiled.] I think I'll leave the pink to you, actually. [He stepped into the room, depositing the basket and flowers down on the counter. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been around a baby, much less one so small, a newborn, but despite all his joking about feeling old he welcomed a granddaughter. He wanted very much to meet this new addition to their family.
He turned, crossing to meet Dick where he stood.] Oh, Dick. [He looked down at the baby girl, and his smile softened.] She's beautiful.