~.~Seeking Solace~.~ 6/26/17
Hello again guys! Sorry it's been more than a year since I last updated. But the good news is, I will be working on this fic (along with a novel) as part of camp NaNoWriMo in July, so there should be much, much more frequent updates coming soon! Anyways, please read and review! I love hearing feedback from you guys. :)
I decided to write from a different perspective in this story, so if it sounds weird, please let me know. :)
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I do not own Young Justice, unfortunately. Or anything in DC for that matter.
Please excuse any faults in grammar. I do not have a beta and tend to miss some mistakes while I'm re-reading.
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My stomach was in knots as my heart felt like it would explode. It was two years ago to the day that I lost my parents, but to me, it felt like yesterday. I could still hear their screams as they fell. Their faces full of terror and regret were etched into my vision as if they were standing right in front of me. The absolutely sickening thud their bodies made then they hit the ground with enough force to shatter bones and kill them instantly played over and over again in my mind.
I heard soft a few soft knocks on my bedroom door, but couldn't bare to look from where I lay in my bed, clutching my pillow to my chest and burying my head in the soft fabric as if trying to convince myself that it was my parents I was huddled against, not a stupid pillow.
"Dick?" The voice was soft, concerned, not at all like the voice he used to strike fear into the hearts of the criminals of Gotham. No, this was the voice he used only with me.
My throat, so clogged with hurt, couldn't form a response, but I knew Bruce didn't need one. My door didn't make a sound as Bruce pushed it softly open, but the gentle breeze it created still gave it away. Bruce's footsteps were light as he walked over to my bed, which buckled a bit under his weight as he took a seat right behind me.
I tried to hide my face more by burying it in the pillow, but Bruce paid no mind.
"Hey Dick."
Those two words made my heart clench even more as tears poured quicker from my eyes. I tightened my hold on the pillow as my silent tears turned into broken-hearted sobs. With a gentle ease Batman wasn't known to have, Bruce tucked his arms under my small frame and pulled me towards him. As soon as I was in his lap I abandoned the pillow in favor of wrapping my arms around Bruce. One hand clutched tightly to his shirt as my sobs increased in strength.
His arms wrapped tighter around me as my voice forced itself out between my broken sobs. "I…I miss them…so much…It hurts, Bruce…It hurts."
He shifted back enough to rest his back against the headboard of my bed, pulling me even closer to his chest. My sobs continued for a long time as memories of my parents flashed brough my brain. From my first time on the trapeze, to cleaning up elephant poop, to traveling with the circus to new towns.
Those fond memories tore at my heart as I wished for new ones. As that thought came through, memories of Bruce and I slowly found their way into the mix. The first time I found the batcave, my first patrol, my first injury: all memories I realized I could never have made with my parents, but ones that I shared only with Bruce.
Bruce. Bruce and I both knew he could never replace my parents, and neither of us wanted him to, but he held a special place in my heart. He was the person I relied on, the person I needed to get through this, because he knew exactly how I was feeling right now. He knew the hurt, regret, betrayal, fear, and remorse I was feeling right now, and knew what I needed. Not someone to fix everything, but someone to be there, someone I knew I could always seek solace from.