Disclaimer: i don't own the batboys but a girl can dream.
We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.
We say we love trees, yet we cut them down.
And some people still wonder why some are afraid
when they are told they are loved...Unknown.
"Fitting poem don't you think?" I didn't hear him sneaking up until he was right behind me. I'm sure if I leaned back just an inch or two I could touch him. Looking down I reread the poem in my hand. The one that had been left on my pillow months ago.
"What do you want?"
"Just...to see how you were doing"
"Really?" I snorted not believing his excuse. After all he was the one to walk out the door without so much as a 'see ya later'. "We both know you don't give a shit about me, so what's the real reason." I refused to turn. Refused to look at his face and remember.
"Really Timmy. Dick said that you've been distancing yourself. That's not like you. You're worrying people." He shuffled closer, arm brushing against mine.
"You don't know about me. Don't act like you do. You deliberately kept me far away and refused to acknowledge my life if it didn't involve your cock. Then you abandoned me like an old toy"
Turning I stormed away, desperate to get out of this room and away from the boy who deserted me. I always knew it was stupid to fall for in love. Stupid heart .
A hand grabbed me, the grip almost hurting. "That's not why. " the hand let go and i slowly turned, seeing him for the first time in months. The expression on his face almost made me believe he was feeling regret or some other emotion I knew him incapable of. But being raised by Bruce, we were all good actors. " The poem. I didn't want to destroy you. I'm messed up and i didn't want to taint you with my scum. That's all I do: wreak the good things in my life, and you were the best. I couldn't."
It hurt. I couldn't open that can of worms without unleashing all my suppressed emotions. I still wanted him. He reached up, lightly wiping away a few stray tears. " I didn't want to hurt you Timmy."
"Too late. Too fucking late." I turned. This time it was me leaving and it didn't hurt any less.