Shattered By: AlphaSketch
Dick Grayson Tribute
"Hurting? Try traumatized."
They don't understand.
They could never understand.
"I know what that circus means to you."
You don't know the half of it.
"It's where you grew up."
It's where I was born.
"It's where you lost them."
I didn't just lose them…
"Somethings never change. Like the sight of a Grayson on the trapeze."
…I lost everything
"Can't fake that."
Not like I can fake a smile.
"Can't hide it."
Not like I can hide the pain.
It's times like this when I realize, that I have lost who I really am.
I'm not Richard Grayson.
I'm not even Dick Grayson.
I'm not sure if I'm even Robin.
There are just too many masks.
It's like you can't trust anyone.
You can't even trust yourself.
"Get traught! Or get dead!"
I try so hard…
To make people happy.
To save them from the evils of the world.
To show them the light, when they are in the dark.
When I, myself, am swimming in the darkness.
I haven't found the light yet.
So how can I be expected to guide them?
"And, that's not even the worst of it."
Too many masks.
"You can't tell Batman."
The mask that hides the sadness and shows the happiness.
"I always wanted-expected, to grow up and become him…"
The mask that hides the anger and shows the peace.
"..and the hero-bit, I'm still all in."
And the mask that hides the pain and shows….me.
"But that thing…inside of him.."
Even without the masks…
I'm lost…
"The thing that drives him to sacrifice everything for the sake of his mission…"
I'm Broken…
"That's not me. I don't want to be The Batman. Anymore…"
I'm Shattered…
A/N: I have had so many Dick Grayson/Robin feels lately and I just had to vent.