Hola mi amigo whoever happens to be reading this, this is the long awaited sequel to Off, for those who have not read Off, read it first, or everything that happens here will be completely confusing and unclear to you
For those who have read Off, this sequel is centered mostly on Dick trying to get over the incident with Bruce's help. I know I said it would be about Wally and Dick but I changed my mind
Lets get started
Warnings: mild slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing
It has been three months since the Joker incident, Robin had started to gain recollection of what had actually happened, with every memory he had begun to feel more and more disgusting about himself, and was having an extremely difficult time talking about it with Black Canary
Currently, Wally has his arms wrapped around the smaller boys waist as they laid his head on the older boys chest
Robin stirred for a moment, then mumbled something
"I'm sorry"
He said shifting a little, Wally looked down at him
"for what?"
"I'm being a bad boyfriend"
"what would make you say that?"
"I'm being such a problem, I mean, really, who else needs their boyfriend to come over everyday and stop him from crying"
"um, everyone with a boyfriend, whenever they're feeling bad"
Dick scrunched up a little
"thanks for putting up with me"
Wally sighed, and placed a hand on the small boys thin hip
Despite Bruce's strict eating schedule and rules, the boy still managed to stay at an unhealthy weight, he'd gained weight, of course, 10 pounds actually, so he was getting better.
"stop it"
Said Wally
"stop what?"
Asked Dick, concerned that he had done something wrong.
"stop putting yourself down like that"
Said Wally, sitting up a little, Dick shifted to look at him
"I really hate it when you do that"
Dick averted his eyes from Wally's green orbs.
"I'm sorry"
He whispered in a teary voice. Lately Dick had been very susceptible to crying, and getting extremely depressed at the smallest things. A silent tear ran down his face at the stern, almost angry face, Wally was giving him. Wally's face softened as he wiped away the tear running down Dicks pale cheek.
"oh Dick, I'm sorry, it's just, it hurts me to see you hurting yourself like that"
Dick lowered his head
"ugh, I'm acting so stupid, I shouldn't be upset over something so small. Ugh, I'm so weak"
"Dick, you've seen a lot in four short years, I'm surprised you lasted this long in the hero business without breaking down, once. You're not weak…you're human"
"yeah, yeah, yeah, human, a weak human. Wally after my four years in the hero business I shouldn't be breaking down after all I've seen"
Wally sighed.
"you believe what you'd like, but I know that the human mind, can only take so much"
He laid down again
He hated to admit it to Dick, but he was getting a little annoyed at how much the boy insisted upon hurting himself. He couldn't figure why Dick would think about himself in this way, and it was a little frustrating. Never the less he didn't want to hurt the boy any more by telling him these thoughts, so he kept his mouth shut and helped when Dick needed him
Dick sighed, he knew what Wally was feeling and was getting annoyed with himself. Many thoughts about him being worthless and weak flooded his mind.
The two had started to drift to sleep after a few minutes
After another few minutes Dick slipped out of bed, without Wally noticing, and made his way to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, then slipped his finger into a tiny broken off area of the mirror. He removed the glass from its frame, carefully, and leaned it against the wall.
It had taken him a wile to set this up, but in his mind it was worth all the trouble. Hidden under the glass of the mirror was a thin razor, tapped to the bottom of the frame, right behind the glass.
It was the only one he had and it took a lot of slight of hand a tricking to get it. To hide it, though, was harder, he had to rig the mirror and keep the blade hidden until the mirror was ready during Bruce and Alfred's weekly searches.
He had taken more caution wile cutting himself, so that no one would find out. He had towels and canceller ready to clean up blood and cover the wounds.
He sat on the toilet and gave his already scared arms three more semi-deep cuts, after cleaning up his arm, the floor and covering his wounds, he flushed the toilet and went back to his room.
Wally was gone, and Bruce sat on his bed.
"we need to talk"
hoped you like this beginning R&R please