There's a few of us now. It used to just be me and Batman. And, uh- Alfred. He doesn't wear a costume, but none of us could get by without him.
[ He's been hesitant to mention Jason. When there's a version of him here already that Dick doesn't know what to do with. When thinking about him at all still fills him with anger. Disappointment. The grief of missed opportunities.
It doesn't seem fair to put that on Clark, when he already has so much to handle now. When Dick should already have it handled himself.
Jason is the closest thing he has to a brother in this place. If anyone would know what to do, it's Clark. ]
...There's been three Robins, actually. We lost the second one.
[ He sets his jaw, studying the horizon intently. Lost is so inadequate. ]
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[ He's been hesitant to mention Jason. When there's a version of him here already that Dick doesn't know what to do with. When thinking about him at all still fills him with anger. Disappointment. The grief of missed opportunities.
It doesn't seem fair to put that on Clark, when he already has so much to handle now. When Dick should already have it handled himself.
Jason is the closest thing he has to a brother in this place. If anyone would know what to do, it's Clark. ]
...There's been three Robins, actually. We lost the second one.
[ He sets his jaw, studying the horizon intently. Lost is so inadequate. ]