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[allourheroes]

“I thought you loved me” Brujay ( hit me hard pls )

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Lost Days + Later

“I thought you loved me,” Jason says, but there’s no one there to hear it.

The Joker is still alive. Batman has a new Robin. The world keeps on spinning and there is nothing Jason can do except think of revenge.

Maybe he was nothing to Bruce, after all.

Bruce had made him think he mattered.

He thought he would be remembered.

He thought Bruce would…

He thought…

He thought wrong.

He knows that now.

Something in him says revenge isn’t worth his time, but he has to see Bruce’s face. He has to know.

His mother hadn’t loved him. Why should he have expected more from Bruce?

So he returns to Gotham, wondering all the while if someone who never loved him will even care.

~

They aren’t together.

They will never be together, despite what has happened between them.

Jason knows it and Bruce has said it at every available occasion, and yet it still comes as a shock when Bruce announces his engagement to the family.

“This is a con, right?” Jason asks, sounding slightly more desperate than he had hoped. He tries to recover, to explain to himself if no one else. “You need an in and she was the quickest route to some scumbag you’ve been tracking. Right?”

Everyone stays eerily silent and Jason hears his own voice ringing through his ears.

“Jason,” Bruce starts gently. “It’s time for me to settle down. We’ve been seeing each other for quite some time.”

“But–” And Jason stops. This can’t be real. He’s stuck in some nightmare. He’s hallucinating.

Bruce would never.

Bruce would…

“This is real?” His gaze bores into Bruce, who stays silent, and his eyes flicker from one face to another to find that he is the only one shocked. The only one who didn’t know.

“Yeah,” Tim says, and his tone is two parts sympathetic and one part patronizing, as if all this was obvious.

Jason forces himself to nod, to feign understanding of anything that is happening, anything that is still being said, but nothing processes.

Eventually, everyone else seems to file out and it is just them: Jason and Bruce.

“I thought you loved me,” Jason says quietly, like the little kid he never was, never had the chance to be.

Bruce doesn’t reply and Jason picks his helmet up.

He stares into it for a moment. He sees a reflection of pain and ugliness and jealousy and tosses it to the floor.

So he leaves Gotham, wondering all the while if someone who never loved him will even care

He leaves Gotham, wondering all the while how he could’ve ever thought that someone could love him.

[littlemourningstarr]

sometimes i think about drunk Dick, and I mean, i know most people write him as the clingy, loud, embarrassing drunk, or even the super flirty drunk, but imagine ( for the laughs) if he's an extremely serious drunk, like, batman ( Bruce's batman) vibes kind of serious drunk, okay ( imagine damian's surprise hahah if dick is suddenly all strict and serious )

Damian is probably honestly mortified if Dick starts acting like Bruce. The rest of the family thinks it’s hilarious bit Damian just demands they return his Grayson at once and they’ve gotta break it to him that Dick has to sober up first-

As Dick is drinking more and brooding.

[littlemourningstarr]

tho dami defending dick is my all times fav, no one is allowed to insult him, that's so presh, i'm in love

I’m here for the tiniest bat defending his Batman.

He can insult Grayson all he wants, but no one else can say a damn word about him that is negative.

[allourheroes]

dickdami 'things you said when I wasn't there to hear' (both were death at some point so )

This started as a creepy Sleeping Beauty thing before I saw your prompt. Instead, you get sadness. :D

Damian will never grow older. He will never wake up.

The hole through his abdomen is clean now, bloodless.

Dick Grayson pays his respects in the dark each night that he is able.

He tells Damian stories of his life–past, present, and future–but his words catch and he can’t go on when he thinks of his Robin.

Damian’s voice as he had said, “We were the best.”

He tries to convince himself that Damian didn’t do it for him. That Damian’s last words weren’t “Don’t touch him.”

But he thinks of Absence. He thinks of Deathstroke. He thinks of– of Heretic.

He thinks of all the times Damian had fought against everything–everything–to save him.

“Why–” he starts, when he works up the courage one night. He hesitates. “Why did you trust me?”

The silence yawns and stretches into something akin to a question, asks for elaboration.

Dick kneels in the dirt. He feels like he should be doing something more poetic, more pristine. His hand should be resting on the gravestone and he should be speaking like there’s peace–like he believes Damian is at peace.

It wouldn’t feel right. Here, in the dirt, he’s closer. He can speak in low tones and believe that Damian will still hear him. As if Damian can hear anything now.

“You trusted me and I just watched you die.” He swallows. “Why? Why trust me of all people? I mean, Bruce, sure, and– and Alfred? Of course. But me? I probably told you to. Something like, ‘We need to trust each other.’” Dick laughs. “I can hear myself telling you that. But when did you ever listen to anyone?”

The night contemplates.

“Why me?”

The wind blows. Crickets chirp. Somewhere far away, a siren starts screeching.

The silence is gone and any reply that might’ve come is lost.

Dick Grayson won’t bring himself to ask again.

[littlemourningstarr]

What if one of Dick's stupid pet names becomes ' kitten' just, consider the possibilities of it, and if anyone questions it Dick would be like "Well sure, he's a smol, angry, barking doggie, but when it's just him and me.. he's a complete kitten ✧✧ "

Proof is when someone walks in and Dick and Damian are passed out on Dick’s old bed in the Manor napping, and Damian is all curled up against Dick, refusing to move. And they leave and come back later, and Dick wakes up but Damian is just so sleepy and refuses to stop clinging or move at all- and definitely is not about to let Dick leave that bed.

[littlemourningstarr]

but imagine our nerd babe dami having a long lasting crush on dickie and one day he accidentally calls him 'beloved' in front of the family (they're not dating) and Dick is like "what" and everyone are like "Say whattt" too, and Damian dies ( hi im here to deliver shitty hcs)

I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AND YOUR DICKDAMI HEADCANONS. THEY ALWAYS GIVE ME SUCH LIFE.

Damian blushing so hard while Dick just stares at him. Blinks. Swallows. Continues to stare because did he hear that?

Cass doesn’t have anything to say- I feel like she could read Damian’s crush. But boy do Stephanie and Tim have shit to say. Hell, one of them is probably in the process of getting Jason on the phone to tell him-

And Bruce is sitting there like what do I do do I ignore this is that the good father thing do I address is where’s Alfred I need help.

[incorrectbatmanquotes]

Bruce Wayne: [enters the cave] Jason?

Jason Todd: [giggles while hiding on the ceiling]

Bruce Wayne: Jason, I know you’re here.

Jason Todd: [loud, barely muffled giggling]

Bruce Wayne: Come out, you know I can sense you.

Jason Todd: [drops on Bruce from the ceiling and clings to him]

Jason Todd: I got you!!

Bruce Wayne: You got me.

Jason Todd: [covers Bruce’s eyes with his palms]

Jason Todd: And now you’re blind!!

Bruce Wayne: [picks Jason up]

Bruce Wayne: Tiny hands, my only weakness.

[littlemourningstarr]

So Dami was having nightmares, right? Consider him having them no more bc Dick is alive and it's enough to guard his sleep and not allow any nasty shit into his dream world BIIII

Hili you deserve a fic and I haven’t done it D: But yes let’s just consider this. That once he knows Dick is alive his nightmares are at least less frequent. I think no matter what, Damian is going to have nightmares. But knowing Dick is alive makes him feel so safe it translates to his sleeping subconscious, and helps to limit the nightmares.

Headcanon accepted, endorsed, and loved! <3