This is my favourite panel of them ever
[World’s Finest 295]
that one time batman couldn’t think of a comeback
так и было, я то знаю)
facesmashings asked: WRITE ABOUT DICK GRAYSON AND DON'T MAKE IT SAD
"You’re not tired yet?" Bruce asked and moved a pawn. "It’s almost midnight."
"Nah," Dick said, "I’m fine." His eyes flicked over the board; he licked his lips and crossed his fingers.
He was getting older. Bruce knew that. He’d known it would happen — Dick getting older, being different, but he’d thought they’d had a decent age gap at least. He’d thought by the time Dick turned eighteen, Bruce Wayne would have been allowed to feel older, not go to parties, not bring home strange women. But the expectation was still there and Dick was here, older. An adult.
Which was kind of terrifying.
Bruce stared at his bishop, at the way lamplight glazed off the ridges and the peak, the pilling fuzz on the red felt bottom. “You’ll tell me when you do get tired,” he said. “I was thinking you could stay in our bigger guest bedroom; it’s got a great view of the city — “
"What about my old room?"
"What?" He looked up and Dick was ready with wide eyes, with smiling eyes, with his mouth hidden behind his laced hands.
"My old room? Did you empty it out?"
Bruce blinked. “…no,” he said, “No, it’s just how you left it.”
"Can I stay there, then?" There was something in his voice that Bruce couldn’t place. It wasn’t happy. It wasn’t sad, either.
"I thought you wouldn’t want to. The bed’s a little small, and it’s a little…" Childish, he wanted to say, but he didn’t want that argument again. He wanted to point out that it was right next to his room and he didn’t want to be overbearing.
"I’d like to stay there," Dick said. "If it’s all the same to you. I…" he was the first one to break eye contact.
Dick Grayson’s eyes were all shiny and hopeful when he was a kid and Bruce was an idiot, but they’d — done some changing. That was for sure. Dick Grayson’s eyes were like shattered crystals and Bruce had missed him fiercely.
"Yeah, yeah, of course, yeah," he stumbled, "I’d be happy if you stayed there." And Dick looked up at him again where they froze, just for a second, and he smiled and Bruce smiled and they laughed together.
casually forgets how to end anything
This is how you start talking if you spend two days in a room with Ted Kord.