LibbyM098
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Flame Demon
Bruce gave Rose and slight nod and a very faint smile.
If he knew any better he would say she had something for his eldest son.
Dick sat up slightly and watched her go with a slight smile.
"I'm really to high on drugs right now for her to be anywhere near me."
Bruce glanced down at him and then went back to sitting down beside him.
"Maybe... but I'm here and I need to know what the hell you where thinking."
Bruce's voice turned cold and harsh. He was angry at Dick for going in there injured and not even in his Nightwing suit that offered protection.
Dick sighed and flopped back down on the bed. He wasn't in the mood for Bruce's additude, not with his head pointing the way it was. It felt like the worst hangover he had ever had.
"Don't shut me out, Dick. I let you do that once when Jason died and it seems like you've never let him go." Bruce's voice was now in a hushed tone, but he was obviously still mad.
Dick glared at him with tears of anger in his eyes. "I can't let him go... I should have been there for him, Bruce... I failed him. And there is nothing I can do to change what I did."
Bruce's heart dropped when he heard Dick talk about Jason. He had blamed himself this whole time.
"Dick..." Bruce gently brushed the boy's hair back from his face.
The soft side of Bruce finally coming out.
"I failed Jason. You where just a kid yourself when the explosion happened. You where a kid and kids say dumb things. That's how we learn and mature."
He gently brushed the tear that had started to roll down, Dick's face with his thumb and looked into his eyes with all concern and love.
"I know Jason may never have said it, but he loved you. Just because you had a fight before Jason died, doesn't mean it was your fault. It was my fault alone. I let him leave. He always had a habit for running off and I made the mistake of thinking it was just one of his tantrums. You've got to stop holding onto him. We have to let him go, Dick."
Dick pulled Bruce into a hug and started to cry.
He knew Bruce was right. Dick had been holding onto Jason ever since he died like he was going to come back. Heck. Dick couldn't even go to Jason's funeral. He had never even been to his grave sight out the back of Wayne Manner!
Bruce wrapped his arms around Dick protectively and closed his eyes as he rubbed his son's back to comfort him.
"You can't keep letting yourself get hurt from the guilt you're carrying inside you... We have to let it go."
Dick just let himself cry. All the emotions he had held onto for years had finally started coming back. Bruce was right. He had never accepted Jason's death. He had even gone searching for him like he was a missing person. He had come up with all these different scenarios on how Jason could have survived the blast and followed each one, so he wouldn't accept the truth.
Jason. His brother was dead. He had to deal with the greef and stop pretending nothing hurt him.
He wasn't Bruce and never wanted to be Bruce. But these past years he had stopped acting like Dick Grayson and started acting more like the Batman.
Diving head first into danger, not wanting back up, doing dangerous things when he was already down. He had even looked at death in the eyes several times and gone back for more.
He was becoming Bruce Wayne and Dick new he couldn't do that.
And it had taken one woman to call him out on his actions to make his realise what he was doing.
He was Richard Grayson and he was only just starting to realise that, that was who he wanted to be.
Bruce gave Rose and slight nod and a very faint smile.
If he knew any better he would say she had something for his eldest son.
Dick sat up slightly and watched her go with a slight smile.
"I'm really to high on drugs right now for her to be anywhere near me."
Bruce glanced down at him and then went back to sitting down beside him.
"Maybe... but I'm here and I need to know what the hell you where thinking."
Bruce's voice turned cold and harsh. He was angry at Dick for going in there injured and not even in his Nightwing suit that offered protection.
Dick sighed and flopped back down on the bed. He wasn't in the mood for Bruce's additude, not with his head pointing the way it was. It felt like the worst hangover he had ever had.
"Don't shut me out, Dick. I let you do that once when Jason died and it seems like you've never let him go." Bruce's voice was now in a hushed tone, but he was obviously still mad.
Dick glared at him with tears of anger in his eyes. "I can't let him go... I should have been there for him, Bruce... I failed him. And there is nothing I can do to change what I did."
Bruce's heart dropped when he heard Dick talk about Jason. He had blamed himself this whole time.
"Dick..." Bruce gently brushed the boy's hair back from his face.
The soft side of Bruce finally coming out.
"I failed Jason. You where just a kid yourself when the explosion happened. You where a kid and kids say dumb things. That's how we learn and mature."
He gently brushed the tear that had started to roll down, Dick's face with his thumb and looked into his eyes with all concern and love.
"I know Jason may never have said it, but he loved you. Just because you had a fight before Jason died, doesn't mean it was your fault. It was my fault alone. I let him leave. He always had a habit for running off and I made the mistake of thinking it was just one of his tantrums. You've got to stop holding onto him. We have to let him go, Dick."
Dick pulled Bruce into a hug and started to cry.
He knew Bruce was right. Dick had been holding onto Jason ever since he died like he was going to come back. Heck. Dick couldn't even go to Jason's funeral. He had never even been to his grave sight out the back of Wayne Manner!
Bruce wrapped his arms around Dick protectively and closed his eyes as he rubbed his son's back to comfort him.
"You can't keep letting yourself get hurt from the guilt you're carrying inside you... We have to let it go."
Dick just let himself cry. All the emotions he had held onto for years had finally started coming back. Bruce was right. He had never accepted Jason's death. He had even gone searching for him like he was a missing person. He had come up with all these different scenarios on how Jason could have survived the blast and followed each one, so he wouldn't accept the truth.
Jason. His brother was dead. He had to deal with the greef and stop pretending nothing hurt him.
He wasn't Bruce and never wanted to be Bruce. But these past years he had stopped acting like Dick Grayson and started acting more like the Batman.
Diving head first into danger, not wanting back up, doing dangerous things when he was already down. He had even looked at death in the eyes several times and gone back for more.
He was becoming Bruce Wayne and Dick new he couldn't do that.
And it had taken one woman to call him out on his actions to make his realise what he was doing.
He was Richard Grayson and he was only just starting to realise that, that was who he wanted to be.