[Dick will most certainly never learn the lesson about fussing. But he doesn't do it now-- at least, unlike ten seconds ago, he's not angrily throwing off any worries or points of contact. He shakes his head, maybe, barely. But then simply bypasses the rest and pushes himself into Damian's torso, buries his face and wraps his arms around him as far as he can reach.]
So stay.
[It's a sour attempt and he knows it's futile, but Dick is determined, and stubborn, and tells himself all the time that maybe if he just tried harder, kept trying, worked smarter, worked harder, been better, then things could've turned out in his favor.
He knows this won't, but he has to try. It's not like he can be this frank with Bruce. He didn't feel particularly amazing.]
All I wanna be is someone who helps people. But Bruce barely trusts me and you won't let me help you anymore.
[Sometimes he thinks about what would happen if Damian was gone for weeks. And if they received bad news. Everyone is more than competent on their own, but-- it scares him.]
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So stay.
[It's a sour attempt and he knows it's futile, but Dick is determined, and stubborn, and tells himself all the time that maybe if he just tried harder, kept trying, worked smarter, worked harder, been better, then things could've turned out in his favor.
He knows this won't, but he has to try. It's not like he can be this frank with Bruce. He didn't feel particularly amazing.]
All I wanna be is someone who helps people. But Bruce barely trusts me and you won't let me help you anymore.
[Sometimes he thinks about what would happen if Damian was gone for weeks. And if they received bad news. Everyone is more than competent on their own, but-- it scares him.]