Dick sighed, retiring to his own room with nothing but his right hand and memories of Bruce to keep him company.

(Short time skip till Dick can't take it anymore and goes to Bruce's room?)

Bruce went up to his room, trying not to think about Dick.

Dick sighed, laying on his bed, thinking about Bruce. He grunted and got up, shaking his head as he went to Bruce's room, knocking on his door.

Bruce was asleep, but woke up when he heard the knock, "Come in," He said groggily.

Dick peeked around the door. "Bruce, can we talk?"

"About what," He asked, sitting up in his bed.

Dick swallowed. "Us... I mean, if that's ok with you..."

He frowned and said slowly, "Dick, there can't be an us."

"Why not?" Dick asked, sitting on his bed.

"Because," He said slowly. "I adopted you."