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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: After Damian has a nightmare, he finds solace in his big brother.

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Blood. That was all Damian saw, felt, smelled. It just- it was everywhere. And it was all Damian's fault. All that blood was on his hands. Damian killed... Damian killed Dick.

A choked sob escaped Damian's chapped lips as he stood over his dead brother, a dagger in the older boy's chest— Damian's dagger.

Why? Why had Damian done it? He couldn't- he couldn't remember. The whole thing was a giant blur...

"It's your fault, Lil' D," an eerily calm voice stated, grabbing the boy's attention. Said boy looked down, eyes wide, to see Dick staring at him in disgust. "You killed me."

Tears streamed down Damian's face as he began to hyperventilate, "I didn't- I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry, Dick! Please, please, don't die! I- I need you!"

"I'm already dead," Dick smiled creepily. "And you did it."

"No, no, no," Damian cried. "Dick! Dick, please!"

"Dick!" Damian opened his eyes with a gasp, chest rising and falling at an alarmingly fast rate. Dick was dead. Dick was dead and Damian did it.

Heart pounding, the young teenager slid out from underneath the sheets, darting out of his room and down the hall to see his brother's body for himself.

He threw open Dick's door, fully expecting to see the older boy dead on his bed. However, the sound of Dick's soft breathing and the sight of his chest moving brought a sense of relief over Damian. He hadn't killed Dick... He hadn't murdered the one person he valued in his life...

Tears streamed down the boy's face as he raced over to the bed, throwing himself onto Dick, who woke with a start.

"Wh- D- Damian?" the older boy asked groggily as he wrapped his arms around the boy who'd latched onto him. "What's wrong?"

Damian remained quiet, his tears soaking through Dick's white t-shirt. He just tightened his grip on his brother, scared that Dick would disappear if he didn't.

Dick seemed to understand what was going on and, in response, pulled Damian in closer to him, gently running his hands through the boy's raven hair. He whispered reassuring words and promised his younger brother that everything was okay.

Finally, the boy calmed down enough to choke out, "I- I killed you..."

Dick furrowed his brow in sadness, unconsciously tightening his grip on Damian. "It's okay, Dami. I'm okay. Alright? You would never do anything to hurt me— I know that and you should too. You aren't a monster like you think you are..."

"How do you know...?" Damian whimpered.

"Because," Dick started softly, a smile on his face, "I know you. I know you a lot better than you think I do. And I know you could never hurt someone you love..."

Damian scoffed half-heartedly, sniffling softly. "Bold of you to assume I love you."

Dick chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair, "I love you, too, little bird..."