“We’re just going around all day like unconscious machines, and meanwhile there’s all this rage and worry and uneasiness just building up and building up inside us”
Wally • My dinner with andre
My Dinner With Demigod
Dick Grayson winced as the alcohol touched the tattered flesh of his ribs, he held a cold compress against the burn on his chest.
“It was stupid,” Bruce chided. “We lost a suit, and very possibly a bike, and all for what?”
Dick didn’t respond.
“You knew it was a trap! We discussed how it was a trap! You risked so much!”
Bruce paced anxiously – he wasn’t anxious, but the way he stalked back and forth in the mine fomented anxiety in Dick.
“And that wasn’t a rhetorical question!”
“What wasn’t?” Dick asked, confused.
“What did you get from Fries?”
Dick glanced down and to the side.
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