After returning to Wayne Manor, Bruce tried hard to adjust his emotions. He called Dick over and said, "What homework did your teacher assign today? We can do it together."
Dick looked slightly surprised, but the panic in his eyes the next second did not escape Bruce's notice.
But soon, as if he had thought of something, Dick relaxed and said, "There isn't much homework today. I can finish it quickly on my own. I'm going back to do my homework."
"Where are you going to do it?" Bruce sat on the sofa, turning to look in the direction Dick was heading. "The study is over there."
"I'm going back to my bedroom," Dick said without looking back.
Bruce frowned. He got to his feet and followed behind Dick. "There's a desk in the study, and the lighting is better too. The desk in your bedroom is too small. It can't even hold your books, and the ink bottle isn't there either..."
Dick stopped. Bruce heard him sigh. Once again, Bruce suppressed the anger rising inside him. He walked in front of Dick, pressed a hand to his shoulder, and said, "Haven't you always wanted a uniform of your own? I've already found good material. All we need now is a tailor. Let's finish the homework quickly, then go to the Batcave and have a uniform made for you."
Dick's eyes widened, and he seemed pleasantly surprised. But then his brows drooped again. He pursed his lips, shook his head, and said, "Forget it."
Bruce was surprised as well. His brows lowered until they nearly covered the upper halves of his eyes. He looked at Dick and said, "Before, when you watched me help Jason and Tim with their homework, didn't you want me to help you too? Why don't