[ It's not quite the confession he was expecting. This is something different. Something deeper than that, and Dick feels frozen inside it for a moment. In the fear and pain she must have felt. Something like, he imagines, the fear and pain that had had him on the streets hunting a murderer at the age of nine.
Only he'd had Bruce. A guardian who'd understood the way only another broken orphan could. He'd been given a place to channel his anger. Every opportunity to challenge the ugly parts of the world.
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Only he'd had Bruce. A guardian who'd understood the way only another broken orphan could. He'd been given a place to channel his anger. Every opportunity to challenge the ugly parts of the world.
Softly, without judgement: ]
You had to fight back.