If Dick didn’t know better he would think this guy was also nervous, standing before him, not so much as making a move for him. Dick was still wary of the man, having been knocked unconscious by him and then sent here by him in less than twenty four hours. What did he want with him now?<br/><br/>He didn’t have much time to consider this before Gordon was kneeling down in front of him. He listened to what was said, looking up at Bruce once before turning his attention back to Gordon. He must have been going crazy, what would this man want with him? He had already sent him away, what had happened to change his mind all of a sudden? Dick was hesitant to accept Gordon’s words, but what other choice did he have other than to return to his room and live here for who knows how long?<br/><br/>Next it was Bruce’s turn to kneel down in front of him, meeting Dick’s eyes. He promised to look after him? Where had this been when he had woken up in his home after being injected with something? Or when Gordon had been called to come pick him up and take him away? Dick could feel tears forming in his eyes and he looked away at the floor, not able to meet the man’s gaze anymore.<br/><br/>“How can I trust you?” He asked quietly. He had a feeling that Alfred wouldn’t go back on a promise like this, the older man having shown nothing but kindness to him, but Bruce? He wasn’t so sure.