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“All the others in the wash?”
Bruce glances down at his suit. He knows clothes don’t make the man, but he’d been… hoping.
Dick looks him over. Bruce smothers the urge to tug the material like a schoolboy in a new uniform. “I’m trying something new.”
“I like it,” Dick grins. “But I might have some bias there.”
“I seem to remember your first inspiration.”
Dick scratches at his clavicle. “We’ve come a long way since then.”
“Like I said, I’m trying.”
“Two steps forward, one step back.”
Bruce winces, then nods in agreement. “Something like that.”
“Now, the cape…”