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    He looked up at the portrait of his parents.

    “My hands are…I’ve…all I’ve done all my life is break things. I’m not the sort of man Dad wanted me to be. I don’t think I know how to build what I want for Gotham. I’m just burning the chaff.”

    “Master Bruce,” Alfred said, his heart now as heavy as the room.

    hug prompt 3: hurt/comfort

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    ““You foolish boy,” Alfred said, putting an arm around his shoulders and drawing him close. Bruce resisted, stiff for a second, and then leaned into him. “Of course they’d be proud of you, just as you’re proud of Damian. He’s hardly an angel, you may have noticed.”

    There was a shaky nod and a coughed laugh against his own shoulder. Alfred put his other arm around Bruce, hugging him close against his chest. He tucked his chin against the dark, tousled hair, and for several minutes they sat like that without moving.

    “It was a party,” Bruce said. “They didn’t know who I was.”

    “How were they?” Alfred asked.

    “Wonderful,” Bruce said. “Laughing. Dad spilled wine on someone who was being rude to her. Pretended he was tipsy.”

    “It’s an inherited skill, then,” Alfred said, inhaling the scent of oaky shampoo and sweat. He rarely held him, anymore; he couldn’t remember the last time, only then he’d probably scolded himself to savor it and remember it then, too.”

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