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A/N: Kind of dedicated to my friend who's just lost his mom. He doesn't know about this but I felt like doing this cause I'm kinda insensitive sometimes and this is the only way I can actually express myself properly.
Mother:
Sometimes, Dick thinks of the sweet smell of lavender and honey and reminisces about the happy memories he'd had when he still had his family intact, of his mom who loved lavenders and his dad who couldn't live without honey.
His mom's soft hands and loving murmurs as she teaches him how to bake, and her soft reprimands and gentle guidance as she taught him how to fly. My little Robin.
The gigantic hole that his parents left in his soul can never fully heal; it's still there, bleeding and dripping hurtpainsorow. There is a reason why Dick holds his parents in such high regard, especially after he lost them at the tender age of eight.
The huge hole had been slowly scabbed over when Bruce took him in and gave him a new family, and when Jason joined and then Tim and the Team, the hole is still there but kind of not exist anymore if you get what he means (he never meant to forget the pain, it just happened and Dick doesn't know whether to feel guilty of happy).
Yes, Dick cannot help these thoughts and as he watches the Team monkey around, Robin, Tim, as he laughs and has fun, he thinks that his Mom would've loved them.