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When Dick was little he dreamed of flying, and sometimes ice cream. Real life had less ice cream, but real flying was much better than dream flying.
When Jason was little he dreamed of books, and being a hero who changed the world. Real life was dirty and frightening without being exciting, but he’d change that.
When Tim was little he dreamed of smiles and warm hugs. In real life he felt guilty wanting things he didn’t deserve. He held his dreams close anyway.
When Damian was little he dreamed of blood. Real life and dreams were exactly the same.