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It was late, even for them and it was obvious they were both tired. Their movements were slower than usual and were pained though whether from exhaustion or injury was unclear.
"Stay here tonight, I don't want you driving back to New York."
"Thanks."
They'd changed into civilian clothes, about to head up the long staircase to the main house when, "I've never asked but I've wondered about something."
"What?"
"Tarantula, did she…?" The question was left unfinished.
"Did she rape me?" Bruce moved his head just enough to register a nod. Dick gave an equally small dismissive shrug. "Call it whatever you want; it doesn't matter."
A few minutes later they were in the main house, separating to their individual rooms. Dick paused for the briefest moment. "It was the men who killed my parents; they were the ones who raped me." He opened the door to his old room and his old life. "That was the one that mattered."
7/29/08