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"Have they always been this obvious?"
"Always"
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A/N: Will also be on Wattpad. Well, it will be, eventually
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01|So many tears she's cried|
02|Bittersweet reunion|
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"Seasons don't fear the Reaper Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain"
Dick's POV
My thoughts about the events of today kept draining out the song on the old radio. I wanted to freaking murder someone right about now. How dare this bozo hurt my best friend and get away with it. "Uh Dick? Are you ok?" She asks looking at me pulling me out of my thoughts. "I'm splendid, why?" I ask hoping she would not be able to hear the anger in my voice.
Liar
You're livid, and she knows it
"Because. You are gripping the steering wheel like it's Deathstroke," she giggled, giving me that iconic smirk of hers. "No, Y'N. I'm fine. Perfectly splendid," I insisted, glaring ahead at the Gotham traffic. She is so perfect. The wind tossed her hair around her face as she leaned halfway out the window like an overexcited dog, letting the breeze wash over her. I could not help but smile at that. Even on her worst day she had a way of making me feel better.
As the old gothic manor came into view a wave of nostalgia crept beneath my skin like a disease. I parked the car and cut the radio as the silence settled between us. "Wow. I haven't been here since--" she stopped mid-sentence. I cut the engine and when I looked over at her, but her eyes had already dropped to the floor as though she'd realized she shouldn't have brought it up. "I never thought I would be back here "I admit quietly. After his death, and all the fights I did not want to be back. Even though she did not live here like I did, it was once her safe space. I would do anything for her even if that mean returning home one more time to this god forsaken place. "I'm sorry. I know you do not want to be back here," she sniffled, fidgeting with her fingers.
Seeing her like this gutted me. She didn't deserve any of this. "Hey. Look at me. It's ok" I said softly cupping her face keeping my eyes on her. "I suggested it, silly". At the moment, I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and never let go, ever. I wanted to hold her until she believed everything was going to be okay—that she was enough, that she was worth loving, and that none of what had happened could ever change that. Silence settled between us like moonlight blanketing the night. For a brief moment, it was just the two of us. Nothing else mattered. And maybe... just maybe that was enough.
Y/N'S POV
We stared at each other. Lovingly? longingly? I was not sure, but I knew one thing was for certain: I love him. I never felt this way before looking at him. He seemed different at this angle. He looked like an angel from the skies in this moment. He was perfect in every way. How did I not see this before? A soft almost silent knock against the window startled me.
Fuck
My head snapped toward the sound just as he hurriedly retracked his hand away from my face. Before I could react, Dick spoke, glancing toward the window relieved. "Jesus, Alfie." looking a little closer I let out a quiet sigh of relief when I realized it was only Alfred standing outside. Dick rolled down the window with a shy smile. "Hello, Master Dick. Mistress Y/N," Alfred greeted, his eyes immediately catching the white dress I was wearing. Not missing a beat, he spoke speak again, "You didn't marry her without telling us, did you, Master Dick?" Dick let out an exasperated groan hitting his head against the steering wheel. "No, sir. I was supposed to get married. Not to him but the guy didn't show up "I explain frowning at him. I did not really want to talk about it or even explain it at the moment. "I see "He says thinking thoughtfully. "I am really sorry that happened to you, mistress Y/N" Alfred says opening the door to the passenger's side helping me out." It's fine, thanks Alfred. How are you? "I ask trying to change the subject.
"I am great. Master Bruce will be elated to see you two and I'm sure Master Tim will be excited to meet you both" He explains. I look over at Dick to see him halfway out the car suddenly freezes like a deer in headlights. Who's Tim? Alfred must of saw my confused face as he began to explain, "Master Tim is Bruce's new robin in training" I gasp shocked as I realize that this is the kid Dick was uneasy about months ago. I remember him crying about it worried that what happened to Jason would happen to him. I nod at Alfred as he leads us up to the heavy front doors.
Third person POV
"Thank you, Master Dick" Alfred nods at the boy as he leads you into the manor. The memories came flooding back like a freight train. All the late-night movies, the sleepovers, the pranks it all came back the moment you stepped into the manor. Dick was trotting behind quietly looking at the floor and Alfred shut the door behind him. Alfred begins to walk as Y/n and Dick follow him quietly. "Now, mistress y/n tell me all about this hob knocker who hurt you. Master Dick Master Bruce is down the hall if you would like to go see him " he explains. Alfred just suggested it. He was not going to demand Bruce and Dick to make up if Dick did not want too. He always told Bruce that. Dick seemed to ponder that as he began to walk down the hallway.
Dick's POV
Maybe it was worth a shot. This was for n/n after all. As I walked down the hall, I was hit in the face with the familiar aroma of old wood. Looking to my right was a few family photos with a few photos of me and some of Jason. I stopped right outside Bruce's study.
Was I ready for this?
Would he even want to see me?
Do I even want to see him?
I did not have enough time to fully think this through as the old door creaked opened and an + slightly older looking Bruce Wayne appeared. He seemed just as startled as I was as he took a step back.
"Bruce" I manage to muster up shyly.
"Richard" he says just as surprised as me.
The hallway seemed to cave in on me as I stared back at the man I once called father. The pictures decorating the walls closed in on me as if they were daring me to continue. I've gone over what I wanted to say in my head for months. Why adopt kids if you're just going to send them into a line of fire? Why did Jason have to die for Bruce to realize we needed better training? Is the same thing going to happen to Tim now? I deeply sighed unclenching my fists. The anger poured through me like blood.
"Why?" I ask tears threatening to pour out. Jason should not have died; he was only a child. "Why what?" Bruce asked confused eyes never leaving mine. "You know what" I glare at him. We were kids. We did not ask for this. Maybe just maybe if we had better training or maybe if Bruce got Jason the help he needed, he would still be here. "Gotham needs Robin" he states frowning at me. I chuckle coldly at that statement. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to yell that Batman didn't need children bleeding for his crusade. Gotham needed help sure, but not from a kid. "Not from a kid" I say matter of factly. "Maybe that's true but Batman needs Robin" He explains. That's when it hit me. He didn't send us into danger because he wanted too. He did it because he knew he was stronger with Robin than alone. Robin wasn't some stupid costume you could hang up at the end of the day and forget about. Robin was a protector, Robin was hope and that's what Gotham needed at the end of the day.
Are you kidding me?
I understood it, but that did not mean I forgave him. It also it still does not explain why Jason had to die. "Then why did Jason have to die?" I asked, meeting his eyes this time. After all these months, it still hurt. I saw Jason as my little brother. I loved him dearly, in every way that mattered. The night he died, I was devasted beyond words. "I didn't ask for him to die," Bruce says finally. "Dick, he was tricked by his mother." He explains. "What do you mean by that?" I ask.
My heart dropped. What was he going to say next?
Bruce's expression hardened "I mean that his biological mother was working with the Joker. It was all part of his plan"
