#timbruce

Villain is just another word for misunderstood.

una de mis villanas favoritas de DC

Anyone?

The wind is a messenger and there is nothing it likes to spread farther than the news of sorrow. The word of Bruce Wayne’s illness had spread to the four corners of the Earth on the wings of the wind and tongues waggled with glee. Talk of the Wayne Enterprises CEO and his mysterious ailment were on tips of nearly every tongue in the world. AIDS, some whispered, his days of indiscriminate sex and partying have finally caught up to him. “How did you know?” Tim closes the door behind him and pulls up the chair by the bed, closes his hands around cold, clammy hands and brings them up to his lips. “How are you feeling?” “Like I’m dying.” “You should eat. You haven’t touched your food at all.” The other merely looks out his window, lips pursed. Finally, with the stern, defiant set of the jaw, Tim can see the proud and recalcitrant man he had fallen in love with. Beyond the hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, the balding hair and freezing finger tips, is Bruce Wayne. “Of everyone, you’re the one I least expected.” The wheezes, the painful, gurgling sound of the water in lungs, and the steady beeps of monitors –how can anything else exist? Tim feels himself drowning. “I sent you all away, I chased you all away. There was no one left.” I had expected Dick. “Do you know who is Batman now?” “Is there still a Batman?” “Yes, of course. There will always be a Batman.” Bruce falls asleep and Tim can only wait until he awakes next. -- When he wakes, he’s not as lucid, and he cannot say much more than murmured apologies and hoarse pleas for forgiveness. Tim can only hold onto the hand that flutters in his grasp and stroke back thinning hair as he croons words of comfort. “Why? Why are you here?” “Because I love you.” “I chased you away, I chased everyone away.” “Bruce, I love you.” “Now is not the time for nonsense. Scarecrow is out wreaking havoc and we must stop him.” “If it’s not now, it’s not tomorrow and it won’t be next week. It’s never the time. You will listen to me now.” “You’re confused.” “It’s okay, Bruce.” He grips the hand a little firmer, anchoring himself, and gazes at the door to the room, “What I had wanted wasn’t the love of a parent and it wasn’t something you could give.” There is a man he loves standing behind that door; a man that deserves so much better than what he is willing to give and what he actually does give. He is the man who had bought the tickets and driven, so that he could be here by Bruce when he needed someone, more than ever before. Once Bruce has once again fallen into the embrace of sleep, Tim will have to tell him. Damian has lived in the shadow of his father for long enough. He brushes back dark strands from a pale, sweat-drenched brow and waits as the shallow breathing evens out, as the soft whistling undertones of each exhale melts away. The day I said ‘I love you’ was the day I made dozens of promises. It was the day I promised myself I would never let you die alone.