Cheese Dust

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Tim barely looked up from his laptop as Dick entered the den. Dick had just arrived at the manor for a weekend holiday from his police work. Tim was stretched out on the couch in the den, typing furiously as he worked on his latest bat-computer program.

"Hey, Dick."

"What's up, Timmers?" Dick replied.

Tim couldn't help but notice that Dick was holding one of his hands in an odd way, curled in on itself slightly.

"Working on a new bat-computer program-"

Tim cut himself off with a quiet, drawn-out groan as Dick rubbed one of his hands on Tim's sleeve, leaving behind a cloud of orange cheese dust on the grey fabric.

"Dude..." Tim said quietly, tilting his head slowly in order to look up at Dick. However, the older boy was already on his way out of the den.

Dick waved at the cringing Tim over his shoulder, "Good to see you, kiddo."

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