Hey yo! I am Resonance-Superheroes21 kinda skipped that when I uploaded my first ever lol. So well this is the second chapter and would appreciate reviews for my first chapter and this one. *sparkly eyes* Pretty please? :D Enjoy~ 3
I can't breathe...I feel like i am suffocating. I feel like something is breaking inside of me...Black splotches cloud my vision...What do i do?!
I stared up at Dick, my mind going blank and those thoughts repeating themselves inside of my head.
"Y-you're kidding me right?" I said giving a nervous laugh. He looked at me with the no-I-am-not look. I continued staring at him blankly and felt something break inside of me. I could also feel a kiddy tantrum bubbling up inside of me, but I wouldn't let it get the best of me, I have to talk to him reasonably about this...I stomped my foot in protest and screamed at the top of my lungs. So much for reason.
I could feel the hot sting of tears forming at the back of my eyes. I desperately wanted to get out of there and pretend this conversation never happened. I let out a shaky breath and dared to ask,
"Who's taking my place? "I glared at him and thought in my head. 'If you think I'm going to sit pretty and just take this low blow like a good boy you have another thing coming Dick Grayson.'
"Damian...Damian Wayne." replied Dick.
I gaped at him, sputtering to find my voice and tell him what I was thinking.
"Tim, I know this is hard for you but-" I found my voice. "What are YOU thinking Dick!" I screamed, tears welling up and blurring my vision.
"Damian is an assassin! Let Talia take care of her son! He isn't your son! He isn't your responsibility!" I screeched. Hot tears finally spilled out and streamed down my face. His eyes softened and he pulled me to him while kissing my temple. No one ever sees me cry...i don't cry. I subconsciously think. I grip on to Dick instinctively even though I don't want to, or maybe i do...i don't know anymore.
"Listen I know this is hard for you but a life of an assassin at the age of 10 corrupts you. He needs at least something that is close to normal and that something is becoming Robin."
I pushed him away as the river of hot tears continued. "He is not your son, he's Talia's!" I yelled frustrated.
"He's our brother Tim."
My eyes slitted. "Maybe your's but certainly not mine." I spat, pure venom in my voice. I wiped my eyes and started to strip down till I was only in my boxers. I threw the Robin costume at him.
"Here take it." I said. I grabbed my cloths and stormed off.
"Tim, wait… please." He grabbed my wrist and forced me to look at him.
"What?" I gritted out.
"Please try to understand Tim. Damian needs this." I could feel the tears coming back for round two but I wouldn't let them. He will NOT see me cry again. I thought angrily.
I exploded. "The only thing I understand is that you're taking away everything I am Dick! This is the only thing I have left!" I looked at him determined to make him see this, but those sad eyes said other wise.
"At least but your cloths on Timmy." I did what I was told but bolted as soon as I was done.
"Tim! Wait please!" I heard the fading plead of my big brother.
Dick sighed and sat down on the armchair.
"Alfred." Dick said to the intercom.
"Yes, master Richard?" replied Alfred.
"Please bring me some tea and keep an eye on Tim." Dick simply stated.
"Of course master Richard." Alfred responded.
Silence fell over the bat cave and Dick heaved a heavy sigh. "Oh Tim, I'm so sorry." He whispered. He put his head in his hands and pleaded knowing that Tim wasn't there anymore. "Please forgive me Timmy."
I stomped up the stairs of the manor ready to start packing my things but a certain someone was in my way. Yeah, you guessed right, yours truly the Demon spawn of my father, my "brother." And lord behold he had a smug smile plastered on his face (In which I wanted to wipe off.)
"Please get out my way Damian." I gritted out.
"Make. Me." He slowly drawled.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. I wanted to break his face real badly but I couldn't. He was provoking me and he wanted me to hit him to make a point but I won't let him. This little demon won't have that satisfaction of seeing me broken. I may not be an acrobat like Dick but I picked up quite a bit from him. I jumped up and propelled myself with the help Damian's head and walked off. Damian whirled around flustered that I completely evaded him.
"Drake you coward, come back here and fight me!" he yelled. I slammed my door cutting off his protests.
I flopped onto my bed and muttered, "I hate life."
"Phoo…" I got up and neatly folded my cloths and stuffed them into my back-pack. "I have to get out of here. I just have to." I muttered
A soft rap sounded from my door. "Timmy?" said a worried Dick.
Ack! I thought. I fumbled with my back-pack and chucked it inside of my closet and slammed it shut.
"C-come in!" I stuttered.
Dick peeked inside and then fully entered my room. I turned away from him and asked, "What do you want?" My tone icy and devoid of emotion. Dick flinched and looked at me sadly.
"Please Tim…I don't want to fight." I glared daggers at him and coolly responded,
"You should have thought of that before you fired me." He lost it then, pure fury flashed in his eyes, obviously frustrated that I wouldn't understand.
"Listen, Tim. I've tried being patient, make you understand-" I didn't let him finish.
"No! You listen to me! I am not ready to go solo. You don't know what it feels like to be replaced! You took away everything from me!" I screamed. I shoved him in the chest and punched him on the jaw. "Who do you think you are?!" I lastly said before bolting out the window and entering the frigid night.
Thanks for reading my 2nd chapter, any suggestions or let me know what you want to see in my fic with the JasonXtim thing just let me know (aka message) and reviews please! 3