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A/N: I have no idea where I'm coming up with these ideas… Someone help me! If any of you guys want to send me a prompt/idea/whatever, I'm open to them but it depends on whether I accept or not.
Safe:
He has always felt safe in Bruce's arms. The warmth that seeps through and envelopes him almost always manages to bring a contented smile on his face. His arms were soft, malleable, folding around him in gentle waves that threatened to drown him; Dick loved it.
Batman's arms were slightly different, but no less warm. They were strong, tense, but still gentle, as if he was the most important thing in the man's world and Dick loved it no less.
But right now, they weren't. They were cold and lifeless and limp. So unlike the warmstronggentle arms of before and he was scared, because BatmanBruce was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to protect Dick from everything and anything bad. Why wasn't he moving?
The man with the large 'S' – Superman, but Dick was currently too shocked to fanboy – gazed at him with pitying eyes, so familiar yet so unwanted. He felt like he was back at the circus, his parents' cooling bodies lying broken on the ground and the people who were all looking at him with the same eyes.
Dick couldn't breathe, his mouth gasping for air, his teammates watching at the side lines quietly – why did they get their mentors back safely while he didn't?
Then, while Dick was still in his panicked state – almost a panic attack already- , with Superman and all the other mentors and his teammates all unwilling or unable to calm him down, a black, gloved hand reaches out and ruffles his hair; Dick calms immediately. Tired blue eyes that only he can see behind the cracked lens looked at him tiredly and he got the message. Silently, as his teammates marvelled at his change in demeanour, he takes out his phone (his batphone), and dials Agent A. It seems like it's time for Batman to go home.
Dick doesn't feel safe, not yet, but he was feeling secured and that was pretty damn close.