Hey, This is my first Young Justice/Nightwing fic. This is going to have events from the comics and the show so I'm just going to put it under Young Justice. Also… I'm sorry if it's hard to read, I didn't really know how to make it any easier. I hope you like it. Please Review!
~BethanyDarkRose
Disclaimer: Don't own DC or Young Justice
He hates the quiet.
That's when everything comes back to haunt him.
Everything he's done wrong, everything he's messed up, all the people he's lost.
Three specific events were plaguing his mind tonight, however.
His rape, the death of Wally West, and everything that went on with Spyral.
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Events he thinks he's gotten over, somehow seem new.
"Don't touch me, I'm...poisonous, numb, I killed him, we killed him."
People he thinks he's mourned, he hasn't.
"Dick… he's dead. Wally's dead."
Arguments he thinks he's forgotten, he remembers.
"I went to your funeral! I went to your damn funeral!"
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The worst part is his brain trying to make sense of it all...
His brain trying to make sense of what Tarantula did to him.
I could've pushed her off, it wasn't rape.
His brain trying to make sense of failing to save his best friend.
There's nothing I could have done. I wasn't there.
His brain trying to make sense of the way he betrayed everyone he cares about.
I did it for a good reason. I needed to protect the ones I love.
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The conversations he has in his head about how he could've changed the outcome...
Accusing himself of not trying hard enough to escape her invasion.
"You should have pushed her off. You could have pushed her off. Why didn't you?"
Blaming himself for Wally's death.
"You should have been there for him! He was always there for you, the one time he needed you, you were gone. You failed him."
Chiding himself on doing what he thought was right.
"You shouldn't have faked your own death. Who does that? They trusted you!"
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The constant replaying of the situation...
The feelings he can't forget.
Her hands all over his body.
The expressions he can't erase.
The look on everyone's faces when they told him that his best friend is dead.
The regret he can't evade.
The anger and betrayal everyone felt when they found out he was alive.
All of it is too much sometimes.
That's why he hates the quiet and sometimes the only way to escape it...is to scream.
AN: Hey, I hope you liked it. I'm sorry if it was difficult to understand. I've had writers block for a while and I'm just starting to publish again. Please review.