Hey guys, I know this is short but I wanted to get this through. I know I said it would be on Dick's P.O.V but he's so broken I don't think I can write him well in this state. So, we're back with Wally.

Enjoy!

Wally West

"Dick?"

I saw him curl up in his bed and give me his back, it pained me. Before he turned away, I could see the clear pain in his eyes. It was worse than I thought. He was broken inside, and I didn't know what to do. The doctor said he was very unstable but seeing him like this, so destroyed and emotionally shattered… it destroyed me. How long has this been going on? How long has this depression consumed him until he was left but a carcass with a broken soul? I just knew something, I had to make it better.

Dr. Cortes looked at me and with her head pointed towards the door with an understanding look, she opened it and left us alone. She knew I needed to talk to my friend alone. I was glad she trusted me enough to make him feel better, because right now, I was thinking I was going to make everything worse. I was a college student, former prankster. I'm not good with this sentimental stuff. But I need to make an effort.

I walked towards the bed, there was a chair next to it, pretty close to where Dick was facing. I sat on the chair and leaned down a bit, looking at him. He was facing me now but his eyes were evading me, and I could tell he was feeling ashamed. I've known Dick for years, I knew how to read him. And this feeling he was expressing was so un-Dick. Where was the confident Team leader? Where was the great hero Nightwing?

All I saw was a shattered boy.

A boy. Sometimes I forget that Dick is just eighteen years old. He looks so strong in his Nightwing costume that I forget I'm two years older than him. And he's been through worse things that I had ever experienced.

And then he started to sob.

And it broke every inch of my heart, shattered my soul. I didn't know what to do. "Dickie-bird… please… don't cry…"

"I…" began Dick, but his sobs got the best of him. "I should be dead…"

"No! Please don't say that," I interjected, not knowing for the first time how to calm him down. "Dick, whatever is going on, you know dying is not the solution. What you did… what you tried to do… was…"

"Wrong. I know," he said and turned away from me. "I know what you think about me now. You think I'm weak and a fuck-up."

I frowned. "No, Dick. What I think, what I have for you, is utter admiration. You stumbled down, but it's OK to ask for help. I can't say that what you did was fine, because if you're feeling pained you didn't need to take your life. You needed to talk. And I'm here. I'm always here. Please Dickie, let me help you…"

Dick looked up at me, his eyes teary. "You don't hate me?"

"You're my little brother," I said honestly. "I could never hate you. I can only love you. Dick, what you did was extreme and it was wrong you didn't reach out, but by no means I'm going to let you go through this alone… I swear to you, I could never hate you."

His eyes softened and he turned down, trembling like a little child. "It's just that… Tula's death…Jason's death… they're my fault. And Bruce knows that, and I'm so afraid to fail him. To fail Tim. And then you and Artemis left and… and Kaldur… I just can't take it anymore. I'm not the man everyone thinks I am. I'm a fraud."

"No, you're not. You're a hero and it's okay to be afraid." I said confidently and slowly place a hand over his arm, rubbing it. "Tula died, yes, but it was a mission. We are all to blame, not just you. But in the end, we couldn't have saved her. I know that Kaldur and Garth don't blame you. You shouldn't blame yourself either. And you say you're afraid for Tim, maybe you feel that you failed Jason and that Tim is going to die next. But that's not going to happen. Dick, he's strong… and he's going to help you as just help him. And even if Artemis and I are not part of the Team anymore… we're always here…"

Dick shut his eyes, trying to control the tears. "I just wish I could be more… open… about my feelings. I don't… want to be like Batman. I want something he won't give me. I want something that no one can give me…"

"And that is…" I began, confused.

"Affection, Wally, I crave affection," said Dick, with a cracked tone of voice. "They all think just because I'm Batman's partner it means I'm like him. But it's not… true. I push everybody away but in truth… I crave for love. I've felt so hollow that everything that I wanted to end it all. I'm not worthy of love…"

It hit me. Dick truly needed love and affection. Just because he was a Bat doesn't mean he was THE Bat. Fuck, all this time he was putting on a mask and we didn't see his true pain.

But now I saw, and I knew what I had to do.

I stood up and walked around the bed, much to Dick's surprise. Once I reached the other side, I removed my shoes and carefully climbed in bed with him. He was surprised, but it felt good. Having his warmth against me.

I wrapped my arms around him, crushing him into a hug. The hug he needed.

Dick eyes suddenly started to well up. He started sobbing again and cuddled against me.

While my left arms was wrapped around him, my left hand found its way to his head and I started patting and rubbing his hair affectionately. Carefully, as a parent would his child. "It's okay, Dickie. I'm going to give you all the love you want. Because you're my little brother and I love you and if this is what you want, I'll give it to you. Shh… it's okay, baby bro. I'm here, forever."

Dick continued to cry, hiding his face against my chest.

Then I did a thing I had never done.

I lifted his chin, and kissed him in the forehead, slowly and with all the love I could muster. It was a gentle sign of affection, and I hoped it healed his heart a little bit.

He looked at me shocked, but his eyes closed and more tears came. I rubbed his back and hair and put my face on his hair. He started mumbling something. "Wally… I'm so sorry… I shouldn't have… I… please…."

"It's okay, Dickie," I said, understanding. "I'm here right now. I'm going to protect you. I love you, okay? Never forget that."

We stayed like that for a while, Dick slowly calming down. Then I remember that he told me once his mom used to sing him lullabies. I was a lousy singer, but I started humming some tune that came to my head as I rubbed his hair and drew circles in his back.

He started to calm down, until he eventually fell asleep in my arms.

This was going to be a tough road, but I was going to help him. Because I love him, and even if it killed me, I would fix Dick's heart.

I swear I would.

Too fluffy? hinted Birdflash? I swear the intention is that they are just really close friends. Anyway... I have a question. Do you think this is enough or do you want more? I was thinking a couple more chapters with Dick dealing with his depression and the family (Bruce, Barbara, Tim). But I don't know, tell me in your reviews. If not, there is still then one more chapter.

Tell me what you think please!