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Hands.
Everywhere.
All at once.
Dark,
cold,
and wet.
“Mi amore.”
“No!”
Richard “Dick” Grayson wakes with a jolt. Tangled in a mess of warm blankets.
Breathe.
In, and out.
“Bedroom, bed, blanket, desk– wait no, alarm clock on desk,” He repeats the mantra to himself.
“Safe?”
Suddenly, there's a knock on his door. It slowly opens, a hand creeping out. Dick holds his breath.
“Master Dick, breakfast is being served downstairs. Would you like to join us?”
It’s just Alfred. A sigh of relief.
Right breakfast. Breakfast is ready, so it must be 7:30. Dick scans the room for his digital clock. “Oh right, it's on the desk.”
7:35 am is what it reads.
Dick takes a moment to breathe, letting his arms sag, looking straight ahead at the older man standing in front of him before he answers.
“Ok,” Dick agrees.
The first thing Dick notices is the smell of freshly made English breakfast. Dick’s stomach growles at the thought of bacon, sausages, and maybe…beans?
When he arrives at the table, Jason, Tim, and Damian are already seated with their plates full and eating away.
Jason is the first to notice him.
“Took you long enough, Dickwad,” Jason says while shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
Dick rolled his eyes. He was used to these comments from Jason. Most of the time he could laugh it off as the older brother, but right now, he just didn’t have the energy.
He took the empty seat next to Damian and began to fill his plate.
“Where’s Bruce,” he finally asked when he set his full plate down.
Damian looks up at him. “Down in the cave I presume. Why?”
Dick shrugs. “Just wondering.”
Down below, in the darkness of light, and a swab of DNA, Bruce Wayne begins to connect a series of unfortunate events.