Happy but how are others?

Oliver was walking in the garden. He was searching for people he hadn’t seen for a long time. Right now he was searching for Bruce. He heard that the man forgot everything. Oliver shook his head. He was glad that Thomas is dead. He stopped at the tree that was called Bruce’s tree. “Even his own tree.”

Bruce seemed to appear out of nowhere, "That is what everyone tells me." it was fluid words, soft almost questioning.

He kept staring at the tree. It felt normal having Bruce suddenly around him. “If you don’t remember that this is your tree then you should just take it. Because it is already yours and everybody who needs help.” He looked at Bruce. “How is your memory old man?”

Bruce made a noise accepting he man's logic, "Traumatic as always." he states in a calm monotone.

He laughed at the calm monotone. “Until how far do you remember and how much do you know?” He stopped laughing it wasn’t nice. But you could hear the different between old Bruce and who he forgot he was.

Bruce's moth twitched showing his distaste for the situation, "I remember some things than I have huge gaps of memory loss." his mouth turned into lines, closing his emotions off from the world.

“In other words you don’t me. But your Bruce after all. So I guess. You know I’m Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow.” He reached out his hand. “Nice to meet again. Mister Wayne.”

Bruce Wanted to scowl at the man. He wasn't stupid but without memory. He grabbed the hand, applying a small amount of pressure, "Bruce." he said in his Batman voice. He disliked this, he wished he could just leave and be by himself, talking to Zatanna.

“When you’re memories come back. Please don’t hate me much.” He smiled at Bruce feeling the small amount of pressure. “In the begin you were just like this. I’m must say it is refreshing.”

"Did I change that much?" he asked in a rough voice. He had talked to Dick earlier whom seemed surprised by some behaviors.

“Yes.” He answered immediately.
“You became everyone’s favorite. A father for some. You are trusted by every hero. For a Human you got far. As friend, comrade and father. You have been told you have adopted children?”

Bruce nodded thinking about Dick, "Yes, I am aware I have four children. Three alive and one dead. Three are adopted while one is biologically mine." he stopped talking, letting his voice just stop.

“Let me guess. You don’t like it. And you don’t understand how you can have children.”

Bruce shook his head, "Actually... I remember why I did it. In the first Robin's case. I don't regret it, not for a second." He stated, almost proud of who Richard had become.

“Even a memory lost can’t destroy your father proud. Funny.” He thought about it for a second. The first Robin was Richard, but most people called him Dick. “Do you remember Catwoman or Selina.”

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Bruce should his head lightly, "No, but I don't care to want to either, not from what Rob... Dick told me." He paused almost sighing, "Dick's here too now, if you haven't seen him."