Brooding Time

Diana's words echoed in his head. "No dating for the Batman. It might cut into your brooding time."

He would never admit that part of him was grateful that her presence distracted him from brooding, from cynicism, from despair. How could someone who had lived for thousands of years remain so hopeful, so radiant?

She still possessed the joy of youth, something Dick himself once had. Bruce caught flashes of it sometimes when his guard slipped, when he stopped being Nightwing and became just Dick, his ward. His son.

Dick, Diana, Alfred, Leslie, Barbara…

He glanced to the heavens.

Thanks.

Author's Note: Written for the Fanfic 100 Challenge. Prompt: Thanksgiving.