I love how, even when you're half-dead, you can still pull off fic like this. Oy. Your cityscapes eat my brain like living things, your boys are very very present, and Bruce is terribly and overwhelmingly Bruce.

I'm drawing you something. Name it.

(btw, when did Dick become a curator? That's almost more awesome a job than Nightwing. Must must must procure comics of him actually curating.)