𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 {𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔧𝔬𝔫}

6

"Don't come in," Jon called.

Dick came in nonetheless, "You okay, Jonny?"

"Do I look 'okay'?" Jon snapped, turning around. Indeed, he did not look okay. He didn't even look like Jon anymore. His face was gaunt, as he wasn't eating much lately. His sapphire blue eyes were dull and looked like shattered glass. There were tissues were littered all over the floor.

Dick winced, because of the sight and at the tone of Jon's voice.

Jon sighed, "Sorry. I haven't been myself lately."

"I'll say," Dick agreed as he kicked a stray tissue out of the way. He sat on the bed and Jon joined him.

"The reason why I'm the person today," Dick told Jon, "is because my parents died."

Jon didn't know what to say, so he simply didn't say anything.

"We preformed in a travelling circus," Dick continued, "Haley's Circus. We were a trapeze act, and on one day, they fell to their deaths. My uncle Rick and I were the only survivors. Uncle Rick was too injured to care for me, so I was adopted by Bruce."

"We had many adventures from then on, and created bittersweet memories for me. I miss my parents dearly, and I'd do anything to bring them back."

Jon looked at him, "And you're telling me this because...?"

Dick smiled sadly at him, "Sometimes we might not be able to save the people we love the most. The same happened to Bruce - his mother and father were shot at in an alley when he was just a child, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. We have to cherish the moments we have with them before it's too late."

"Again, why are you telling me this?"

"You and Damian should forgive and forget. You-"

Jon shook his head sadly, already knowing where this conversation was going, "No. Damian doesn't want to be anywhere near me, yet alone talk to me."

"You don't know tha-"

"Please just get out. This is a waste of time."

"Jon-" Dick tried again.

"Please."

Dick sighed and reluctantly stood up. He walked to the door but just as he was about to go out, he heard sobs. He turned around to see Jon's face facing the floor and tears splattering on his bedsheet.