self isn't a concept taught in the school of bruce wayne, perhaps largely because it's a lesson he never fully learned himself. after his parents died, life became about everyone else, centralized around fertilizing the good in life and vanquishing the bad. honestly, he's kind of obsessed. the man in the mountains isn't the same as the man roaming the streets of republic city, million yuan coats flaunting his steps. they all have their various facades to cover up the lingering traumas the world has put them through - bruce in his feigned playboy's lifestyle, the money and the women, the extravagant parties, the politics. jason with his shield of anger fighting off consoling invaders. tim sticks his nose into whatever tech he can find, meddling with security cameras, radio weapons.
dick really isn't all that special. he hides behind a smile most of the time. charming charisma, pleasant brightness. it's not really lie, but it isn't the full truth either. being kind keeps people at arm's length, always a short distance away.
he doesn't do it for himself. really, he doesn't do anything for himself - that's the whole point. bruce raised about the three most unselfish children in the world, because they'd cut and bleed and die for faceless nobodies before they'd defend themselves. three overpowered shields for the benefit of mankind. )
Why?
( he weighs the question on opposite sides of his brain, tilting his head as it travels to either lobe. at the end of it, he just shrugs, smiling at him warmly. )
Because I like you. I wanted to help your investigation. ( a half truth. guiltily, he hangs his head. ) And I knew you'd only hang out with me if I offered up something good in return.
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self isn't a concept taught in the school of bruce wayne, perhaps largely because it's a lesson he never fully learned himself. after his parents died, life became about everyone else, centralized around fertilizing the good in life and vanquishing the bad. honestly, he's kind of obsessed. the man in the mountains isn't the same as the man roaming the streets of republic city, million yuan coats flaunting his steps. they all have their various facades to cover up the lingering traumas the world has put them through - bruce in his feigned playboy's lifestyle, the money and the women, the extravagant parties, the politics. jason with his shield of anger fighting off consoling invaders. tim sticks his nose into whatever tech he can find, meddling with security cameras, radio weapons.
dick really isn't all that special. he hides behind a smile most of the time. charming charisma, pleasant brightness. it's not really lie, but it isn't the full truth either. being kind keeps people at arm's length, always a short distance away.
he doesn't do it for himself. really, he doesn't do anything for himself - that's the whole point. bruce raised about the three most unselfish children in the world, because they'd cut and bleed and die for faceless nobodies before they'd defend themselves. three overpowered shields for the benefit of mankind. )
Why?
( he weighs the question on opposite sides of his brain, tilting his head as it travels to either lobe. at the end of it, he just shrugs, smiling at him warmly. )
Because I like you. I wanted to help your investigation. ( a half truth. guiltily, he hangs his head. ) And I knew you'd only hang out with me if I offered up something good in return.