A/N: Ok, so, I wrote this after that screenshot was released of the memorial site. I was just having a lot of feels, ok? xP
He used to go here about once a week, but lately, he'd been too busy. He was juggling his time between three responsibilities. Lately, he never seemed to have time to just breathe.
Bruce never came here; he had the case he had put up in the cave. Dick wondered; did it hurt Bruce less to look at nothing but a costume? Did it manage to dehumanize Jason just enough, to where Bruce just thought of the soldier, rather than the boy?
Dick himself preferred the hologram. He could see the masked face of the boy he had, and always would, consider a brother. The memories didn't fade this way. He could almost see that cocky little smirk on the hologram. He could almost hear the bite of snark as the boy let out some remark.
Before, shortly after the hologram had been put up, Dick would reach to it, wondering if he could give him one more hug, and maybe even rough up his hair a little bit with a noogie. But his hand would always phase right through it. Now, he kept his arms at his sides, a sign of control that he now carried with him. It was the burden of leadership.
He knew it was unreasonable, but he kept flashing back to moments in time when he felt he could've done better. He could've been a better brother, could've accompanied Jason and Bruce when they met Jason's mother. It was ironic, really; he was doing the exact same thing he always told Bruce not to do.
The communicator in his ear beeped. He pressed it, allowing the communication.
"Nightwing, it's Robin, I need your help."
History would not repeat itself.
"On my way, pal."
But it would never be forgotten.
A/N: Review please? :3