“You think Tim’s a bad liar?” Dick asked, giving Jason a quizzical look.
“I don’t think he even knows lying is an option. He’s an open book.”
OR
Tim lies a lot. So does Jason. But they can’t lie to each other.
When you love someone, and your skin brushes against theirs, colours bloom on their hands.
Damian's hands are utterly, completely, blank.
And that breaks Dick's heart.
(Can be read as a standalone)
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