Bruce had finally reached his bedroom. He tore off the clothes he had on and started his shower; there was no need to call Alfred to do so, he couldn't wait. He stepped into his vast shower him and Dick would share from time to time. Bruce could only take a shower under scalding water; any less and it would be too cold. He swallowed hard standing under the endless gush of water, letting it rush down from his head to his feat. He could feel the dried sweat run off of him as he looked down. Blood flowed into the drain and as he watched, he wondered what it was from; half caring. If it was somewhere vital he would have felt the effects of blood loss already. He would have Alfred patch him up after he was done with his shower.
A small knock on the bedroom door woke Bruce up from his current thoughts. Alfred wouldn't knock, only Dick does. He couldn't bare to face his partner just yet. He loved that boy, more than anyone could ever even dare and he feared what he had to say about their previous conversation. He grabbed the soap and began to rub it all over his tired body. Muscles began to ache with every movement; the adrenaline rush from the night of crime fighting was beginning to wear off. He couldn't help but wonder what Dick was doing at that moment. He hoped he was alright and not upset at what Bruce had bluntly said. Bruce knew better though. Dick wasn't as emotionally hardened like himself; he was fragile. He loved that about his adopted son. His outward appearance would lead you to believe he was tough, but this wasn't so. He let his emotions show and would tell you his opinion on the matter in hand. Behind that broad chest was a heart, a heart Bruce loved to love. Not only was Dick's physical appearance almost perfection, his attitude toward the world made Bruce admire him.
Bruce felt himself begin to get hard. He was ready to finish off for the night and go to sleep. He washed his hair and quickly stepped out of the shower. He grabbed the towel closest to him and began to dry off. He looked at it and saw "DG" embroidered on the corner. Bruce fell to his knees and began to cry. The last time he had did this was when he was 14; the day he decided to avenge his parents. All Bruce wanted at this moment was for Dick to be in his arms. He wanted to tell him how angry he was with him for wanting to live on campus, how upset he was that he wouldn't see him every night anymore. He didn't even begin to try standing, he just stayed there... Weeping.