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Dick hid and watched as the truck pulled up to the building, his heart in his throat. Maybe this time it would be...
The man that got out was dark-haired and blue eyed, tall and muscular and...not Kal-El. Dick berated himself for getting his hopes up *again*, then took a second look.
Oh.
Oh no.
It was *Bruce*. The one that Kal-El had said would come if he himself...couldn't.
Dick swallowed and blinked back the sudden tears in his eyes. Kal-El was gone, either dead or far, far away on some other planet.
Kal-El was gone.
Dick crept away, carefully avoiding Bruce. There was no reason to stay here anymore.