angst prompt 1 with Dick? :))) hurt my heart pls thank u
Based on a dream I had that I ranted about to @laquilasse and got way too emotional over.
Sequel to this prompt. Hopes this hurts enough for you :)
Dick wakes up, which immediately sets off alarm bells in his head. He isn’t sure why, but he knows that he isn’t supposed to be here, in pain, still taking shallow breaths of the oxygen fed from the mask strapped to his face.
He’s staring at the ceiling, wondering what went wrong where when he hears something clatter to the ground. When Dick looks to the medbay door, he locks gazes with Tim, who is standing just inside the room, frozen.
“Tim,” Dick says weakly, pulling the mask off. “Timmy, come here.”
But Tim doesn’t move. He just stares at Dick, like he can’t believe that Dick is awake, alive. Yeah, well neither can Dick. But he’s here, and now he needs to deal with the consequences of being here.
The last thing Dick remembers is bleeding out on the floor of a warehouse, Bruce crouching above him trying to keep him alive. Dick remembers letting go, but it looks like Bruce had been able to keep him here. Too keep him from letting go.
Part of Dick wants to be angry, wants to scream and rage at Bruce in the quiet of the Cave, but Bruce isn’t here right now, and Dick’s tired. It’s just him and Tim, and Dick thinks it would be wonderful if he could just lie down and hold his little brother in his arms.
“Tim,” Dick says again, stronger this time, and it seems to be enough to spur Tim into action. Tim crouches down to pick up the utility belt he’d let slide from his fingers upon Dick’s waking, sets it down on the next cot, and walks over to Dick’s bedside. He hesitates before he sits down on the chair, though, and Dick only huffs a breath of irritation. “Just sit, Tim. I’m not gonna bite you.”
“I know that,” Tim says, sitting down heavily in the chair. There’s no heat in his voice, though. Just exhaustion. It makes Dick wonder how long he’d been unconscious.
“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asks, opening up a different can of worms. Tim doesn’t answer, and Dick can only sigh. He should have known. “The study or the gym?”
“Gym,” Tim says, eyebrows furrowing. “But how did—”
Dick chuckles darkly. “I’m surprised, Tim. I would have thought that you’d know by now that when it happens enough you learn to pick up on it.”
Tim shrugs. “Usually he’s by the computer, researching the hell out of something.”
“Not this time.” And Dick’s voice is quiet, grave, when he continues, “This time, there’s nothing to research. Back—Back when I was Robin, this would happen sometimes. And after Bruce couldn’t stand sitting there anymore,” Dick nods at Tim’s chair, “he’d find some way to punish himself over what happened.”
Tim hums. “I guess—he still does that.”
“Just not as often, yeah,” Dick says. “He likes to punish himself mentally nowadays. But sometimes I think he feels it isn’t enough.”
There’s nothing more to say to that, so Dick and Tim lapse into silence. Tim sits by his bed, and Dick stares at his brother’s face. He knows what’s coming next. He can see it in Tim’s expression, and he hopes that it comes sooner rather than later, because Dick’s eyes are drooping. He’s about ready to drop.
Then, Tim’s expression crumples, and he puts a hand over his eyes. His breath hitches and he’s curling into himself. “Sorry,” Tim whispers. “I’m sorry, Dick.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Dick hushes him, fumbling with clumsy fingers to catch Tim’s wrist and pull his little brother closer to him. There’s practically no resistance. Tim comes easily, climbing onto the cot—which, they’re really more like beds, and he and Tim just barely fit—and sobbing into Dick’s chest. Dick ignores the twinge of pain and focuses on consoling his brother. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”
Tim nods, but his face stays buried into his shirt, his shoulders shaking, and Dick holds him with his good arm. They stay that way for a long time.
Later, when Tim’s asleep and Dick’s just barely on the edge of it, Dick thinks that he sees Bruce peering in, a soft look on his face. And there’s Bruce again. Just Bruce. And he’s looking at Tim and Dick like he’s seeing the world, and Dick wishes for nothing more than to just his hold his dad’s hand right now at this moment.
He wants Bruce holding his hand, and he wants all of his baby brothers in his arms. But Bruce ducks away again, and the only weight against his is Tim’s. Still, he takes it, and he thinks that maybe when he can stay awake without feeling the ache in his shoulder and the tiredness in his bones, maybe he’ll get what he wants.
But for now, he’s got one baby brother next to him, and he decides to take the win.