I need you to elaborate more on Dick bringing reader back to life and how that would go down. Cause at this point my man is loosing it after she just disappeared. So for reader to be pulled out of their peace in the afterlife and suddenly into the living and into Dicks arms in the Lazarus pit or something else. Just seeing his crazed eyes after being so desperate to see her again and being in their presence. Like you cannot tell me that man isn’t hovering and acting protective never letting her leave his sight. Practically turning them into rapunzel 2.0
Thank you, I forget that people actually read my nonsense and this made me make a proper masterlist for this series.
Um so TW for desecration of a grave, corpse
We almost ended up with a much longer thing with that and I may expand on that later ngl
ALSO THIS MAN IS LOSING IT
The biggest problem is the fact you have been dead for over a year. The pit works the best on a fresh corpse, something untouched by rot. Sure the madness may be a problem later down the line but Dick is more than willing to work with it. At least you would be here. He just has to work fast, rot doesn’t wait.
Dirt and mud sticks to his clothes as he digs back up your grave. His fingernails are caked with the grime as he digs up each foot of earth that protects you from the world. He should know, he was who bought the plot. He insisted actually, needed to know you were laid to rest when you were first taken from him. Dick wished he had kept you closer, laid your body somewhere it could never rot like it surely is below.
But he has to try to fix this, to bring you back to him.
It's dark by the time he reaches the depth he knows holds you. Dick's hands are raw and starting to bleed. The rain started hours ago but with his relief he just now feels the chill. His hands run against the damp wood of your coffin and he wants to cry. Not because he's tired but because you're still here. You aren't gone from where he left you, safe and sound. Dick wants to scream, to sob but he has to get you out of that wooden box.
The coffin lid tries to splinter when he wretches it open. The faux silk is stained and wrinkled around you, disgusting but the best he could find to lay you in on short notice. His hands still as he moves them to cup your cheek, its hollow and stiff. You must be hungry after all this time. He can fix this. The old blood sits in dark globs along the curves of your face. Dick can see the covered breaks from what happened, it can always be fixed. What if it can’t?
You’re still beautiful. Just as you were when you left him. He can feel the movement of your breath from beneath his hands. Something shifts in your flesh and he can hear it move. He can wake you up in a moment. No he can’t, the maggots have started to eat through your skin. He just needs to get you out of this coffin bed. You’ll be back with him in just a moment. He can wait. He can ensure it.
It takes weeks. He talks to you while he works on piecing you back together enough for the pit to work. Just like he used to. Like he can’t anymore. Tim is helpful; obtains the flesh he needs when your holes are too large, helps him glue back together your bones when he can’t fix it himself, helps him build the room to keep you safe, and prepares the pit when the time approaches. Dick is thankful for it. Even if his little brother does get a bit too close sometimes.
He hovers, says things to make Dick leave you, as if he could imagine the thought. But all he had to do is turn to him and it makes Tim, sweet caring Tim, stop and drop the topic. It’s not like he needs anything as fleeting as a break when you are right in front of him. He’ll rest when your eyes open again, when you breathe.
The artificial pit burns his eyes when he’s in the room but there isn’t much that could stop him from looking when you’re involved. So he preps all of it himself, the gurney borrowed from Arkham just for this, clothes he selected months ago with you in mind, to the pit itself. It took the longest to prepare, Tim’s notes and files can only get so far when it comes to these things. It’s expected, why he waited so long to get you out of that damned box, but now everything is ready.
You get lowered in carefully, wrapped in a sheet so your precious flesh doesn’t fall from where Dick stitched you back together, and he is left to wait.
And thats all he does for the four hours it takes before you start to scream.
It’s piercing, loud, and oh so delightful for him to hear after so long of missing your voice.
Their estimates say he has a few more hours before everything is whole again.
Okay wow I’m sorry this took me so much longer than I thought it would and I have so many more ideas with Dick at this stage. I didn’t even get to the whole you can never leave again bit or how he traumatizes Tim during this mess.
He does that multiple times.
As for Tim he is not the most healthy with handling death himself(the flipping cloning vats) and until Dick started doing things was purely working in hypotheticals to try and help, it just got out of hand.
Honestly Dick has some moments with your corpse I need to write(this man both disgusts and fascinates me I swear) but I hope y’all enjoy bc I cannot postpone this for much longer
tldr: I had more planned but forgot to write it