Dick flipped over another card.

"Shit" Stupid shapes.

Dick threw the card down in frustration at another failed attempt to find the matching triangle.

"It's fine Dick, just try again." Tim grabbed the discarded card and placed it back down in its original place.

Tim and Dick sat around the kitchen table playing the memory game in attempts to pass time on a stormy day. Empty cups and snacks bowls surrounded the brothers, suggesting that they had been at it for a long while.

Inadequate.

"I've been trying for the whole afternoon and I've been making little to no progress! I've been at this game for a month now and I see no changes in my memory Tim!"

"The only reason you're having so much trouble today is because we when up a level. If this were easy for you then we wouldn't be doing it right."

Insane.

"I still don't see the point."

"What do you mean?"

Dick signed looking down at his lap, because I'm a waste of space and you're wasting your time with this broken mess of myself. Dick knew he couldn't really say what was really on his mind, half afraid Tim would agree with him.

Dangerous.

"I just don't really see any improvement is all. I still get lost around the house and I always leave the lights on or the tap running."

"Dick your short term memory isn't going to come back just like that, it takes time. "

"I guess."

All this brain activity was causing a pounding headache, on top of string up his insecurities up to the surface again. It was impossible to focus when a voice in the back of your head keep throwing insults at you.

You're a disappointment.

No wonder Batman replaced you as Robin. You're dumb as a stump.

You're a horrible person.

Do you see the way that they look at you? They're terrified of you.

Unworthy circus freak

They would be so much happier with you gone.

The thoughts were spinning around and around in his head never settling down to give him rest. The only time he felt relief was when he snuck in some extra medication. It had been two weeks and no had noticed the missing pills that Dick had been sneaking out.

If anyone found about this I'm done for. They would defiantly send me back to the loony bin.

A gentle hand found its way onto Dick back, causing him to flinch back in response.

"Woah Dick relax it's just me." Time shot both his hands in the air to show his lack of threat to his brother.

Weak.

"You kinda zoned out on me, and then you started shaking real bad. You okay?"

Dick looked up into his younger brothers eyes, to anyone else they would have seen concern but to Dick all he saw was pity and disgust.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Can we take a break,…. Um… nature calls."

Pathetic.

Dick jumped up, quickly walked out of the kitchen, and into the closest bathroom. Thankfully for Dick it was only a half bath so the stress of being around an actual bathtub was absent.

Dick ran the cold water, cupping his hands to splash some over his face.

Snap out of it!

Dick looked up into the mirror, and closely inspected his reflection. His face and the majority of his hair was dripping wet. He still looked extremely pale and hallowed out, taking on a resemblance of the scarecrow. The dark shadows from the lack of sleep didn't help his appearance, not to mention the scars. The colour around his temples held a different shade from the rest of his skin, due to the electroshock therapy. The chunk missing from his right ear was clearly visible due to his short hair. The worst part was the repulsive scar tissue around his wrists caused by the chains that restrained him and held him down.

Monster.

Dick pounded his fists on his head, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

"You know people are going to think you're crazy if you keep taking to yourself like that."

Dick spun around on his heel, searching for the source of his nightmares. His eyes landed on the mirror, none other than Dr. Grove replaced his own reflection.

"Hello Richard, how have you been?"

Dick just stared at the mirror, trembling in fear.

"I asked you a question Richard."

Out of habit Dick straighten up and answered the Doctor.

"I'm better since I'm no longer trapped inside that hospital with you!"

Grove raised an eyebrow at the young man, and smirked.

"Well at least when you were with me you didn't talk to your own reflection."

Dick froze at the comment. I really have lost it, haven't I?

"Indeed you have. At least when I fixed you, you were numb and detached from the world around you. Didn't feel any pain or sorrow, until they found you that is. You were brought home to your family, if you could call it that, and disturbed their way of life."

"Shut up Grove, you're not even real!" Dick gabbed his finger at the mirror.

"I'm not? What proof do you have? Uh?"

Dick glared down the man, determined to take him down. But before he could the man spoke again.

"For all you know this is your dream world." The man gestured all around him. "Isn't it true that when you where in the hospital you dreamt of this place, of your family. Who is to say that your mind didn't flip? Making you believe that what you dream at night is not actually dreams, but reality. Suggesting that this moment, or anytime you're with your family is actually you dreaming."

"SHUT UP!"

The man laughed at the outburst. "Trust me Richard, everyone would be better off with you gone. It's just a matter of time before they send you off. You're too much work. You're too violent, unpredictable. Just look at what you did to Damian a few weeks ago. His bruise is still fading, you must have really hit him hard."

"It was an accident. I thought it was Strange!"

"Still, you hit your defenseless little brother, who was only trying to help."

He's right. Dick head was on the edge of exploding. Stomach was twisted in knots from hearing all the truths that Grove spoke of. Dick's world was tilting at a rate he couldn't control. Dick rammed his hand into his pocket and withdrew some of his medication that he kept on hand.

"I don't need to listen to your BULL SHIT! I'm numb you out!" Dick threw his head back and swallowed the pills without hesitation.

"Sure it will work for now, but I'll always be with you Richard. Whether it's in the mirror, around your family, or in your dreams. I'll always be there to haunt you. Always."

Dick couldn't stand the sight of the crazed man anymore. He launched his fist at the mirror at full speed, smashing it into a million pieces, crashing onto the tile. Satisfaction rushed over him, until….

Unwanted.

Dick fell to the floor in defeat. At least the pills will kick in soon, then I can rest and collect myself up again, maybe. Dick had no idea how long he sat there for, staring off into space waiting for his medication to kick in.

"Dick?"

Dick raised his gaze to see Tim pushing open the bathroom door with extreme caution.

They are scare of me.

"Holy crap Dick what happened to your hand?"

Dick could see Tim scan the room and quickly putting the puzzle together. Tim walked over to the cabinets and pulled out the first aid kit.

"Want to tell me what happened?" Tim started to treat his numerous cuts.

The fog started to spread across Dick's mind. Peace.

"No, not really."

Tim gave Dick a questionable look, but made no comment and continued patch up his older brother.

Thanks for reading!

I really had trouble writing this chapter, hopefully it turned out alright.

Also we are almost done, a couple of chapters to go! YAY! Till next time!