A.N. Just a small Nightwing and Robin one shot that for once (in a one shot of mine) has absolutely no romantic relations at all. Just brotherly love, and some feelings of betrayal. Hopefully I got the pout across on how Dick is feeling, I feel like I kind of didn't, but I can clear it up to anyone that doesn't understand. Enjoy, and hopefully I can get more writing done in the future.
When taking the role of Robin, Tim Drake never expected to be staring at his older 'brother'; whom held a gun in his right hand. Something had snapped in Richard, and it only took Tim trying to put a reassuring hand on the older man's shoulder to be put in the position they were in.
"Dick," Time started, slowly moving his hands up to shoulder height. "You need to tell me what's happening."
Dick didn't move an inch, his gaze never leaving the young man's eyes. Similarities reminded him of someone he had lost, a person he loved dearly. The eyes, Tim's eyes looked exactly like theirs.
"No, I won't!" His voice boomed, waving on the last word. Richard never wanted to be a gun wielder against someone who hadn't hurt him.
Well, Timmy hadn't hurt him in any physical way, at least. But mentally and emotionally, Dick was broken and shattered.
"Give it back!" Dick's gun holding hand flicked involuntarily. The motion nearly making him pull the trigger. Slowly, Tim's head moved from side to side before he spoke.
"This suit," he glanced down at his costume momentarily, then looked back up. "Is not yours to take." Tim had no understanding of how his voice became so even, calm. There was a small realisation that suddenly he had almost taken over Dick's countenance and attitude; but who did that make Dick?
Tim's mind pieced everything together; the reason why he was almost being held like a hostage with some choice in the say. Dick was acting how Jason had when Ra's Al Ghul had resurrected him from the dead; the very moment he held The Joker at gunpoint and demanded Batman to make his choice. Batman chose to not end Joker's life that night, then saved all of them from the bombs Jason planted as a plan B. Now Tim needed to find his way out, to help his closest friend and eldest brother.
"I know I'm not Jason, Dick. But I would never try to erase our brother's memories from anyone's mind." Richard didn't lower the gun, only his piercing eyes softened slightly.
"You know we all love Jason. You do, I do; Bruce and Alfred do too. But he's a killer, and you and I are not." Tim bravely took a couple of steps forward; his arms lowering from being held up for too long. "Robin is needed by Batman, no matter who it is that is in the suit. Bruce never stops loving any of us for what happens, and you know that."
Dick swallowed; memories of his days as the first Robin, taking over the Teen Titans and becoming Nightwing flooded his head. Jason took the Robin mantel, then Tim from him. Jason had tried to kill Tim for taking the title, now that he was back, Dick tried to do the same to his younger brother and partner.
The gun fell to the ground with a flatter. The anger drained away, replacing with mourning if the better times he had had; the ciruc, his time with Bruce as his sidekick, meeting Tim for the first time. Ever since Jason came back, everything became unclear, confused. Tempers and emotion flared from every personaccosiated with Jason.
"... Jason," Dick fell to his knees, feeling a smaller pair of arms wrap around his arms and shoulders. He cried into the other body, feeling his grief for his now evil brother and what his emotions had done overtake him. Tim didn't say a word.
One thing was certain; Bruce would be trying to ground both of them for the confrontation.
