Love and Hate
Dick/Bruce
A/N: I love this pairing and all of its angst.
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own them. I want to buy them.
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"You always do this!" Dick shouted., anger infiltrating his taunt body. Earlier he had begged for some sign of love when they were at some important banquet. They sat together representing Wayne Enterprises, Bruce acting his typical playboy facade. Just a pat on the thigh or a press of Bruce's had to his would have sufficed.
But nothing, not so much as a loving glance.
"What?" Bruce was stunned by the sudden outburst. He was now sitting across from Dick in the back of his limo. Alfred raised the privacy window with a warning look to Bruce.
"That!" Came the fiery reply.
"Dick you're not making any sense." He responded stoically.
"Every time we go anywhere you treat me like-"
"Like?"
"Like I'm not your lover! Like a child! I'm sick of it, Bruce!" The former Robin's eyes were glistening with tears that threatened to fall.
Bruce said nothing.
"If you really care about me then you'd show me, tell me. Anything, Bruce." Dicks voice fell, realizing the irrationality of his desire. He wouldn't back down now, and refused to show any sign of weakness.
"I care about you. That's why I don't." The bat answered quietly.
"Why Bruce? Why is something that's 'better for me', as you say, so painful?" Dicks voice was still small and his eyes had fallen to the floor of the car.
"…we shouldn't have this relationship in the first place. But that…That is my fault." Bruce said again with quiet precision.
"No, no, no, no, no, NO! I hate it when you do that! Apologize for giving me the best thing I could ever wish for. If we hadn't ever…slept together it wouldn't have helped anything. I would be more frustrated with you than I already am." Dicks eyes fell on Bruce's. Fiery passion apparent in the young man's eyes.
"…No. Nothing would have ended up like this and you would be happily with someone else." Bruce's tone was matter of factly.
"No. Bruce your wrong. I can't be with anyone else. Every time I try, I think about you. And it fucking infuriates me. I hate not being able to let you go. I hate thinking about you all the time." Dick sounded exasperate now, not beaten but tired of the fight.
"..you'll forget about me eventually." Bruce answered quietly.
Dick suddenly lunged at the man and hugged him possessively.
"I need you, I want you…I love you." He said, and the dark knight's arms enveloped him.
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