bludhavensbluebird:

      ❛Maybe that’s the problem.❜ It’s a brief moment of self reflection, 4 words but they carry a lot of weight. He’s trying too hard to be Bruce all while knowing he can’t be, trying to pick up the mantle without letting himself grieve because God knows he’d rather do anything than dig up emotions better left hidden and buried. She wasn’t around when Donna died but the outcome was near identical, letting himself fall into the darkness instead of dealing with it, pushing everyone away and letting himself suffer alone. Maybe the problem is she thinks more of him than he does of himself right now. A sigh leaves him, calloused hands pushing his dark locks out of his face before he finally gathering the courage to look up at her to give perhaps the most honest answer he has all day. ❛It’s not pride..It’s fear. It doesn’t make much sense but I’m scared of losing you too. My best friend was a Goddess and once upon a time she died too. My parents, my brother, we all thought Bruce was practically immortal and now he’s gone too. I’m terrified of losing you like I’ve lost them.❜

    “Dick-    ” Her defense drops as she listens to his side of the story, while he could be aggregating his sorrow undid the furrowed brows and folded arms. She could be cross and she could be firm all she wanted but in the end it meant he won in trying to push her away. It was odd chasing after him when it’dd always been his role, when he wasn’t really running but pushing. Tentatively would she take a seat next to him a sigh escaping her as she took to the same rigid position as him at the edge of the bed before she decided she would not handle this his way. Legs swung over and crossed as she scooted closer one hand finding it’s way to the cheek opposite of her and pulling him closer so she might kiss the other. “The only way I’m leaving is if you push me away. I’ve done the whole ‘death’ schtick-    wasn’t for me. I want to help you and I want you to want me to stay. I’m sticking with you.”

Feb 3 10:59 ( ♥ 7 )