Okay, this became shorter than I expected, but this is more of a prologue than a chapter, so that's kinda why. I hope you like it though~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything guys _
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Dick wasn't sure what he was doing in this room, he couldn't remember what made him move towards Damian's former room. He could definitely blame that on the fact that he misses his baby brother, or was it that he was still in denial?
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face before slowly sitting down on the bed. Glancing up, he took a look around the room. It felt so empty but yet there were things there, like his own escrima sticks. And Jason's helmet.
The urge to take the sticks and throw them away was strong. He clenched his fists before standing up and quickly went out of the room and without thinking, went straight to the cave.
Dick noticed that Bruce was sitting at the batcomputer and the air instantly became tense and he felt himself choke on a breath. He needed to get out of there now, but he couldn't move from his spot. The acrobat opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, and Bruce didn't help by still being silent.
Finally Dick moved, almost running to his motorcycle and got on, silently driving out of the cave, without bothering to put his helmet on.
'This was a nightmare right? It has to be…he can't really be dead right?'
He inhaled some air and involuntarily let some tears fall.
'No, he is dead. He really is dead-' Dick blinked as he noticed that he was back to his apartment. He sat there in silence for a few minutes before stepping away from the cycle and began to walk his way up to his apartment.
Closing the door behind him, he stumbled inside before falling onto his knees, trembling and choking on breaths, tears flowing down his cheeks.
He wasn't sure why he was in denial before, maybe it was because he has already lost too much already?
Everyone who didn't die in his circus have already left him, that was enough for him. And now he lost his little brother?
Was it because he loved them so much that they-. No, he shouldn't think about that now…but it was true, or at least, it seemed true. Because, what would have happened if he hadn't became close to them? He knows the circus wouldn't be gone, but would the same thing apply to Damian?
Probably.
They have always been a good team together. Always.
Dick sighed, not sure how many hours had gone by. But it had to be a few hours, considering that he was sore in his legs when he stood up. He was tired and hungry, but he didn't want to do anything right now. He wasn't in the mood to eat, already feeling puke ready so he stumbled to his bed, not bothering to take off his clothes and fell onto the bed. He slowly drifted away to sleep with tears in his eyes.
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I may or may not be slow on updating, I get writers block easily...so. I'm gonna ask for ideas to this story so I can write something in future chapters that will make it easier to update, please?~
