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-Break line here-
The next morning at breakfast I tried to smile at Roy, but it came out as more of a grimace.
I was slowly falling apart.
I sat down and tried to make conversation with him. I'm not going to be an idiot and act all depressed. He doesn't deserve it.
And the worst has yet to come.
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"Are you feeling better today?"
I rolled my eyes at Dr. Peacock.
"Oh yeah I feel like freggen rainbows."
"We do not have to continue with your memory recovery."
"No. I want to."
"This is a very risky situation."
"I need to know what happened."
"How about we talk about what you saw last time."
I groan internally.
"I'd rather not."
That... Whatever that is I remembered, isn't any of his business.
"Talking about these things are part of the process. It's important to vent thoughts out."
"Fuck dude who the hell do you think you are! I don't wanna tell you shit!"
"Is there someone your more comfortable talking too?"
"Anyone on the earth but you." I muttered to myself.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing."
"I can call your father over-"
"No."
I don't wanna talk about that shit with him. I love him or whatever but.. No.
"No? Perhaps a friend or-"
"Dick."
"I beg your pardon."
His face was priceless.
"My brother... Dick Grayson-Wayne.."
"Of course!" He said realization on his face.
Heh heh. Dirty little fuck.
"I will arrange a meeting of some sort for you two. And I expect you to talk about it."
I glared.
Still. Hate. Him.
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"Apparently Dick's coming for a little visit." I smirked at the redhead.
"Oh joy. That outta be fun. You gunna do each other's hair and-"
"Shut up." I hissed jokingly.
"I gotta go hit the showers I'll see ya later."
"Byeeeee honeyyy!" I said in a high pitched voice.
Roy smacked the back of my head.
"And don't drop at the soap!" I said laughing.
He scoffed to cover his laugh and walked away.
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I was chillin peacefully in my cell when-
"Oh Jay-jay!"
Oh brother. Literally.
The cell door swung open to reveal, the one, the only, Richard (Dick) Grayson. *fangirl screams in the distance*
I face palmed.
"Hello dickhead."
"Did ya missss me!" He said tackling me in a strangling hug.
Maybe I didn't think this through.
"Ugh Dick. Get off."
He let go but continued smiling at me like a madman.
"I talked to your therapist."
"Kay."
"So uh.."
"..."
"Jay."
I glared at him.
"Tell me what happened." His voice softened.
The mood in the room changed immediately.
Greaaat.
I looked away because I didn't want to see his worried gaze.
Or maybe because I didn't want him to see my tears building up.
Even better. I'm becoming a mess.
He put his arm around my shoulders like he always does when trying to comfort me.
A leaned into him a little bit. (But I shall never admit to anything.)
"Speak." He said smiling the slightest bit.
"You know how my memories got suppressed or whatever."
"Yes."
"Well this one thing happened when I was on the streets..."
I hid my face in his chest a little bit more, like I used to do when we were kids.
I told him of how those guys cornered me in the alley.
And I told him what they did to me.
I didn't really know what his reaction was. He could of been shaking, or it could of been me..
I let my tears fall freely cause who gives a fuck.
He let me grab on to his shirt as I hid from the world.
I noticed his tear tracks eventually.
"I don't even know what happened the night I went crazy and I'm already going off the wall." I bawled.
"You'll get through. You will."
"But-"
"You will. Don't worry about it okay? Just concentrate on the good, and the fact that it's all over. You'll be better before you know it."
"Alright."
I'll try.
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