#mod; sable

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Lonely

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“I know...” Really, he did. He still had those moments. Moments where he felt lonely. Like there was no one for him to reach out to for help when he knew that couldn't be further than the truth. If he were being honest with himself, he had been having those moments more and more often lately.

It made him want to scream.

But seeing Jason struggling with the same feelings made him want to scream louder.

No one was allowed to be sad, or lonely, or afraid when he was around.

He was always the shoulder to cry on.

Never the one crying. Not since he was a little kid.

He could do that later.

“But the point still stands. I'm gonna always be here for you, Littlewing”

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"It had these long arms, and it didn't have a face!"

Dick froze, taking in what Tim was telling him. They had dealt with Crane's fear toxin before, but as scary as those encounters were, they usually revolved around a very specific, very personal fear. Creature features weren't the norm. And even if they were, fear toxin wasn't the type of thing to offer anyone any kind of reprieve.

Whatever that thing Tim was talking about was, it wouldn't have let Tim be able to run away from it.

“Where did you see it?”

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“i have been waiting here over an hour.”

“Yeah, and you didn't have to.” Dick snapped back, rubbing a little at his temple in frustration. His head was killing him today, and the last thing he needed right now was Matt chewing him out. He had forgotten about their plans like he had been forgetting a number of other things. And it wasn't his fault. He had hoped Matt would know that by now, but…

The vigilante sighed as he pressed his palms against his eyes and tried to find his words. He was normally quicker to reply than this, but since being shot, it proved to be a bit harder than usual.

The doctors said it would pass with time, but it sure as hell didn't feel like it would.

Dick hated it…

“I'm sorry, I just... I'm not feeling great today, Matt. It feels like someone is drilling another hole in my skull.”