09-04-2017, 01:23 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;"]Spur-of-the-moment decisions had never really been for Win. He was someone who thought through his decisions until they were worn to the breaking point. While useful at times, it wasn't something that meant anything when it was constant. But there was a certain spark his partner had to offer; despite how careful he would be, there was a wondrous carelessness. Still some love for the world. It was his choices that tended to get him into some strange situations, though he couldn't say that he regretted them. These sorts of things had a way of making him feel better, and though it's strange to think of them working with a child who wasn't Damian, at least it's useful. Brendan's a good kid. To be honest, Win was attached to him since the point he first whacked Johannes, and it had gotten worse (better?) as of late. He liked animals and hitting things, and that was more than enough for Bruce. And after he'd shown interest in their spar  well, really, he can't actually say when the two of them had made their decision, just that he had voiced it still breathless from the fight, Dick's weight settled firmly on top of him and adrenaline racing through his veins. They'd decided without words.
That was pretty typical.
In the end, they'd settled on a date and time to start. It was the same room that they had used for their spar, though the mats aren't out today. This is just for formality and rules, which seems a little bit ridiculous, maybe outdated, but still important. Dick sort of ruined the serious mood with the chatter, though he can't seriously say that he's ever ruined anything. He's smiling, in any case, his head back against the wall, face turned towards his partner as he talks. (It's a soft expression, relaxed around the eyes and mouth. Just for him.) What had started as a serious conversation was now unsurprisingly about the puppies they'd recently given away. They'd all ended up mothering them with Honeybee, so it's understandable. "They're doing fine, sweetheart. Promise." He's not sure if he wants Brendan to get here soon or not at all.
That was pretty typical.
In the end, they'd settled on a date and time to start. It was the same room that they had used for their spar, though the mats aren't out today. This is just for formality and rules, which seems a little bit ridiculous, maybe outdated, but still important. Dick sort of ruined the serious mood with the chatter, though he can't seriously say that he's ever ruined anything. He's smiling, in any case, his head back against the wall, face turned towards his partner as he talks. (It's a soft expression, relaxed around the eyes and mouth. Just for him.) What had started as a serious conversation was now unsurprisingly about the puppies they'd recently given away. They'd all ended up mothering them with Honeybee, so it's understandable. "They're doing fine, sweetheart. Promise." He's not sure if he wants Brendan to get here soon or not at all.
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