Dick was deranged
That’s what you concluded in you’re time here at Wayne manor (you’d never call it you’re home no matter how hard they try to prompt you to)
It’s not that he’s just clingy, but he’s invasive. Very invasive it’s like he has not concept of boundaries or privacy in that feeble mind of his.
Like such a concept was outrageous and it’s in his right to be glued to you every single second of the day.
Just like right now where you’re laying down with him on his bed wrapped in his hoodie like he’s staking a claim.
You used to dream of this, dream of getting the chance to actually have dick look you in the eyes and talk with you like you exist.
But now-well now you wish he never started to pay attention to you. Some bitter part of you whispers that he only actually loves you out of guilt.
That he could never actually love the real you, but love the broken you out of pity. That’s what this is.
It’s just pity.
That’s what you tell yourself at least. But god as you stare into his eyes you can’t help but doubt your own feelings, like you’re missing a big part of a puzzle piece.
And it makes you sick from the way he looks at you, from the audacity he has to finally love you after everything. (Why couldn’t he love you like this before? Did you have to die before he finally loved you?)
You couldn’t help the tears starting to roll down your eyes nor do you seize your attempts at pushing him away. So you could have room to breathe to think.
But of course he doesn’t relent no his hold only gets tighter.
And it’s oh so very suffocating, like your drowning in his version of love and he won’t let you resurface from it. You hate it.
You hate this.
You hate how you eventually melt in his hold, like your body knows it needs this.
You hate how you lean into him letting the tears pour into his shirt.
And you hate how for once this feels so right, have you really been that starved for affection that you become a pathetic mess once you receive any form of affection.
Were you that touch deprived that you’d willingly melt into his touch?
That you’d let yourself succumb to his embrace?
You could hate yourself all you wanted but even you knew that it was useless to escape dick’s hold
Because when he has something he never lets it go
Not even you, no not again…..
A caged bird was never meant to fly after all
