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His hair was greasy, smeared flat by the rain on his forehead, and Dick pushed it back, raking it out of his face and wincing at the feel of it. He’d wash it later. If Slade let him. If Slade gave him a later. There was no doorbell. Dick took a shuddering breath and raised his hand to knock on the door. Then Dick saw–him. Hair grown out to past his shoulders, loose, which meant the year had been good to him if he wasn’t surrounded in practicalities. Arms thick and muscular in his wife-beater, an ironic twist when Dick had been the one he’d beat, never Adeline. A face worn but sharp nonetheless, tilted to look down at him. One piercing blue eye. Dick swallowed, resisting the stupid urge to avert his gaze. He’d come all this way–he could look the man who stalked his every thought in the eye. “Little bird,” Slade rumbled. “Come inside.” It had been years since Dick saw Slade. Years since he was trapped in his twisted world. Years since he had born the dreaded black and orange. And in those years, Dick had learned nothing, because he was here at Slade's doorstep, hoping against all hope that Slade could give him what he needed when even Dick didn't know what that was.

Fics like The Rush of Rain at Nightfall

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