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"No." Was the only word that came out from Dick's mouth when he saw the familiar form of his brother in Bruce's arms. Damian had blood oozing out of his chest and he was-
Dick choked on a breath and it became harder for him to breathe and he gasped before letting out a small cry. It couldn't be true, not Damian, not him of all people. Goddammit, they were supposed to play games with each other.
"Dick…"
Nightwing covered his ears as if to shut out all the sound, even the sound of Bruce saying his name which was unusually weak sounding. His hands tightened around his ears and now he closed his eyes. Because it couldn't be true, right? Damian isn't dead, he can't be. The kid was trained by the league of assassins, he can't die this easy.
Dick finally couldn't hold it in and fell down on his knees and broke out in sobs, tears streaming down his face. The denial in his head vanished and the truth came crashing down, making it much harder to breathe.
He felt numb. He trembled and everything seemed wrong. He felt like he wasn't there, and like he was losing his parents again, but this time. His baby brother.
He heard distant sounds of footsteps and talking but he couldn't focus on it, the sound becoming more of a irritating buzz than something coherent. He quickly tensed when a pair of arms wrapped around him. Another gasp and he began to trash, crying out, maybe even screaming, he had no idea what was happening.
Finally he calmed down and began to sob brokenly into the shoulder of the person holding him, he might have felt a kiss on his forehead and a voice saying soothing words, but that might as well be his fantasy. Dick felt that he was lifted into the arms and carried somewhere. He was certain he knew where they were going but he couldn't remember the name.
"Damian…"
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Dick woke up with a gasp and he quickly looked around, deciding that he was in his bed at the manor. His eyes finally layed upon the person sitting on the side of his bed, and blinked.
"Bruce?" His voice sounded really hoarse, like he had been screaming the living hell out of him.
Bruce turned to look at him, and even though he had a neutral face on. Dick knew something was wrong, the older man's body was far more tense than usual and his eyes…his eyes held a sadness Dick have never seen before.
Tidbits of pictures flashed through his mind. Bloodied body, crying, screaming, kicking.
"We had to sedate you to make you calm down…" Bruce said simply.
Dick blinked to make his tears go away. "He's-" choked on air. "He's…really dead, isn't he?" Bruce slowly nodded before standing up to leave Dick alone.
Some tears streamed down his cheeks and he turned onto his side, silently crying over his lost brother.
'People need to stop dying around me…'
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I might do a continuation of this, maybe make it into a series, where Dick becomes more cold and distant and pushes people away, because he's afraid to let everyone he loves die, while he himself is completely broken. What do you guys think?