Inspired by Whumptober: #6 touch starved. I'm planning to do some more Whumptober but it will be in another fic that's not posted yet. I'm not planning to do all 31 days but I'm planning to do a few in case anyone is interested. This one is a double drabble.
Dick looked over at the picture of him and Damian. Dick had an arm wrapped around him and Damian refused to smile, instead, he scowled at the camera but looking at it made Dick smile sadly. He missed him. He missed his snide remarks. He missed how Damian would let him put a hand on his shoulder for about five seconds before shaking it off, when he knew Damian was not a touchy person at all. Unlike him.
He missed Bruce. He missed Tim. He missed Barbara. He even missed Jason. He missed them so much it was like a constant ache in his body that he tried to ignore, like the bruises. He just wanted them here, just one, anyone here so that he could touch them. He didn't even have to hug them, just touch them. Just have someone pat him on the shoulder, even one of his brothers tossing his hand off would be enough, but he couldn't- He couldn't. Dick told himself he wouldn't.
Though not tired, he grabbed a body pillow from his closet, fell into his bed fully clothed, and wrapped his arms around it tightly, wishing it was any of his loved ones.
Guilt should also be getting a double drabble soon.