Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne sat together in the Bat Cave, watching their lovers fighting crime. There was a second chair to match Bruce's now, and Dick put his feet up on the computer and sighed.
"It's still so much better to be out there, doing it. I remember how much exhilaration I felt every time."
Bruce, who had been very cold to Dick the past few weeks since Jason's birthday, smiled.
"I enjoy watching Terry learning."
Dick looked at him sideways. "You're such a dirty old man."
Bruce glared. "At least I'm not caught making out with other women in front of Terry."
"We weren't…!"
"Um…guys?"
Bruce shushed Dick and answered Terry, "Yes, Terry?"
"We can hear you."
Dick laughed and Bruce cut off the intercom, seeing that Dick had turned it on with his feet. He pushed Dick's feet off the computer. They could hear both Jason and Terry's laughter from the video feed and Bruce smiled.
"They work well together."
"Mmm hmm."
Bruce didn't take his eyes away from the video screen when he whispered, "I made my will yesterday."
Dick was silent, so Bruce continued; "I left Terry 70 off my estate, with the other 30 to be split between you, Barbara and Tim."
"Bruce."
Bruce laughed, feeling tears in his eyes. "He'll hate me for it, I know. I also left him a message for after I'm gone…about Jason."
"What?"
Bruce looked at Dick and said plainly, "If you don't know what I mean, you're not as smart as I thought you were."
Dick looked puzzled and Bruce just smiled, turning to look at the computer screen again.
"They really do work well together don't they?" he mused.
Dick was silent, and Bruce knew his message had gotten through.
The End
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