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He pulls this on all the girls, John thinks, woozily.
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He won’t get in bed with her his face all scared and he says I’m going to leave and makes to the door and she screams and screams and thinks I hate you for doing this to me but I’ll do what it takes takes the gun holds it under her chin and he goes over and surely this isn’t hurting him very much and if it is it’s worth it for having him so close and sweet.
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“Um,” Dick says, because there seems to be little point in trying to lie. He suspects that Mr. Wayne is the sort to silently suss you out without you ever even knowing. “I—I mean, it’s kind of hard for me. I just—” and Mr. Wayne’s expression is kindly, and patient, and clearly expecting more, and so Dick blusters on furiously, dam cut loose. “I miss the circus, and I miss my mom and my dad and everyone there and I miss being warm and my own bed and I want to go back, and I don’t know you, and you might have me kicked out tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure you’re infested with ghosts and this whole manor doesn’t make any sense, and I keep getting lost, and I don’t know you.” He’s not crying, but his chest heaves like he might be about to.
“Oh,” says Mr. Wayne, a little shocked, and then comes over down to the bed and gathers Dick up to his chest in a hug. “Oh, Dick—I wasn’t—”
But Dick isn’t listening to him. He shoves his face against Mr. Wayne, who is warm, and smells good, and probably gets snot all over his fancy silk robe that he’s clutching onto with his hands furiously.
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He remembers, now, being small and over-tired and protesting a bit and cradled in Bruce’s arms as Bruce had taken him up to his room to put him to bed; he remembers how he’d turned his face into the crease between neck and shoulder, that warm small place, dark and quiet and close and perfect.
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After an injury, Dick returns home and...deals with things.
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The black hole at the center of his mind.
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Just because he's your second choice doesn't necessarily mean he's a bad idea.
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11 Sep 2026
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What Munson really wants to know is, exactly how dumb do you guys think I am?
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The three of them grew up within arm's reach of each other.
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By all means, let's send teenagers to fight our baseball wars for us.
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16 May 2026
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Genuinely astonishing. Love this so so so so much. God. Frankly cosmic. Basically:
The element of distraction presented by Buster Posey laid out in the sun at the edge of a baseball field is somewhat more intense than Bumgarner is really prepared to deal with. The short sleeve of Posey's jersey is twisted up on one side so Bumgarner can see the greening bruise on his biceps, comet-shaped with half of it defined by a clear curve and the other blurred as if by interstellar velocity. That bruise is Bumgarner's doing, point of fact. A fastball he hung up on the wrong side of the plate, and Buster swearing and shaking off his glove, dead-armed. That was three days ago, and Posey came out to the mound to give himself a little time to recover, scowling at Bumgarner with fantastic color in his face and one hand clapped, rubbing hard at his shoulder, saying, "You're buying me about three fuckin' beers tonight, man, that fuckin' hurt."
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Leesburg by Cecilia (ceciliaregent), ceciliaregent for sophiahelix
Fandoms: Baseball RPF
16 Oct 2014
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It's only a two-hour drive, less if you're willing to speed.
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29 Aug 2026