New mini story…this will be about 15-20 parts. Based off the Vocaloid song xD

Each chapter (minus this one and the next 3) with be one year that Dick spent/remembered Wally. This is just the prologue :3

BTW: the ages of the characters are changed. I know it's supposed to be 15 years later, but I find that too old…so!

Jason is 26

Dick is 25

And Tim is 21

Timothy Drake rubbed his forehead as he entered the lobby of the mental hospital. His shoes made soft noises as he made his way across the slick marble floors and to the front desk. The brunette nurse at the front recognized him immediately and barely paid him any attention as he pushed open the glass double doors to the left of her. Used to the routine, Tim pressed the button for the elevator and let out a little sigh as the doors slid open to reveal a smirking Jason, his gray eyes warm.

"You've already seen him?" Tim asked as he stepped in beside him, and Jason nodded, his eyes trained on the glowing buttons.

Tim jabbed the one for floor 5 and tapped his foot, waiting. He glanced over at Jay, who wrapped his arm around the shorter ebony.

"Look, it'll be fine. He's just upset, I guess and—"

"Jason, it's the 15th anniversary of Wally's death, he's going to be worse than usual!" Tim snapped, sighing and leaning against the other man.

"I know…but at least he's talking a lot more." Jay pointed out with a slight grin.

The elevator's dull silver doors opened with a smooth whoosh, and they stepped out and walked towards the 17th door. It was marked with a shiny brass plate that read: Suite 1029: D . .

Tim took a deep breath and knocked on the door, biting his lip when a familiar voice snapped, "Come in, if you have to!"

He glanced at Jason in apprehension, and the Red Hood gave him a small smile, pushing him lightly. Tim turned the handle and hopped over the threshold, the door closing behind him with a final sounding click.

Sitting on a chair, feet on the table, blue eyes as startling as ever, Dick Grayson looked like he was having a bad day. His clothes were rumpled and his hair unkempt, but the biggest change was his face, of course. A jagged scar ran from his right eyebrow and disappeared into his hairline; there were permanent dark bags under his eyes; and his face was gaunt and pale, not resembling the cheery brother he once was. He fingered a fine silver chain that hug around his neck, with a golden key hanging from it.

"Hey…how are you doing?" Tim asked in a soft voice, hoping Dick wouldn't start yelling about how useless and unwanted he was; the last time he had, Tim had been practically sobbing and 4 security guards had to restrain Jason from severely maiming Dick.

"Not good! You know what today is…" his voice had a delicate rhythm to it, but the words were sharp and cut into Tim's mind.

"I know…I still wish we could reverse it." Tim reached out tentatively and squeezed his older brother's hand, feeling relief flooding though his body as the gesture was returned.

"I do too, Timmy…"

Tears formed in Dick's eyes, and Tim felt his heart twinge in pain for the older man. He had been through so much in the past 15 years: Wally's death, Jason disappearing again for 5 months (that caused Tim to go slightly insane as well), and finally the change in mental sate from sane to insane. And the worst part, Dick hadn't even had the chance to tell the speedster about his feelings. His death was so bitter that if it was brought up on any other day, it would guarantee a torrent of insult and a flood of tears.

"I miss Walls…so much…so much…" Dick's voice broke, and Tim gathered the broken ebony into his arms, rubbing soothing circles on his back and wishing so hard that they were a perfect family.

"I know…"

Thoughts—forbidden, secret, personal—were racing around in Dick's head. Memories from far back, 15 years back…

The first year he was nervous, stuttering, and the ginger barely paid any attention to him.

The second year was a little better, as the ginger had one conversation with him

The third year promised a close friendship, and new beginnings.

The fourth year was filled with video games, ice cream, and vague glances at the ginger.

The fifth year went by slowly, as the ginger was always with him, talking and laughing.

The sixth year was tolerable; the ginger spent a lot more time with the new girl archer and didn't talk to him as much.

The seventh year, he barely got to see the ginger because he was training frequently and on missions so much.

The eight year was terrible; the ginger was dating the blonde and every time he saw them, a little piece of him shattered.

The ninth year wasn't any better; the only perk being the fact that the blonde would eventually have to move away due to money problems.

The tenth year was a blur of dates with random girls, but he only went on them to bury his aching heart deeper and deeper.

The eleventh year, he got badly wounded during a mission that the ginger had died in, but he didn't remember that, and the first thing he saw when he awoke was a white hospital ceiling.

The twelfth year he spent trying to regain his memories; all he could remember was his name and a pair of bright green eyes.

The thirteenth year he remembered it all, remembered his one love was dead, and was driven past the brink of insanity.

The fourteenth year, he had tried to kill himself, but it had failed when Jason had caught him.

And here he was: living the fifteenth year.

"Oh, Dick…thinking doesn't help," Tim tried to soothe his older brother, who jerked away, his blue eyes staring at the wall but only seeing a familiar face, with sparkling jade green eyes, with light freckles…

"Yes it does! Leave me alone!"

Dick lashed out at Tim, who was caught by surprise and fell backwards on the chair he was sitting on. His arm took the full impact and he winced as Dick raised a fist.

"I want him back! Bring him back to me!"

Tim rolled to the side, catching a wrist with one hand and narrowing his eyes.

"Calm down!" he jumped to his feet and ducked as a fist swung over his head.

"NO! BRING HIM BACK! OR I'LL GO TO HIM!" Dick ran to his bedside table and fumbled with the key around his neck.

"Jason!" Tim called for support, following the man and trying to tug him away.

"NO! I WANT WALLY!" Dick screamed, kicking Tim in the chest hard and yanking open the drawer.

The ebony saw stars as his head crashed against the edge of the bed. He saw Jason rush into the room, tripping Dick and causing him to drop the glittering knife.

Grabbing the rail as he tried to support himself, his vision swam in and out of focus. Memories swirled through his head as he sank into a haze of dullness.

As soon as I get one review I shall update FLASHBACK 1 aka Dick after Wally's death

:) important information: I don't think Damian is in this yet, so I wont include him. Sorry.

and yes, Dickie bird is crazy :/

~samx