𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋 ~𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍~

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐀

       

         WAKING UP the morning after the asylum was difficult for Phoebe. That place definitely mentally and emotionally traumatized Phoebe probably for the rest of her life. She could still hear the ringing in her ears from the night before, and her head was pounding with a migraine.

        "Morning sunshine," Dick's voice startled Phoebe, making her eyes shift over to him as he laid in bed next to her.

        Turning over to her side to face Dick, Phoebe took a deep breath. "I've had nightmares all night." 

       Dick's face turned sad, his small smile dropped and his mood seemed to shift quickly. "I know, I was trying to help you sleep all night." 

        Phoebe observed Dick, noticing the small cut on his cheek, as his chest was exposed. Trying not to blush, Phoebe shifted her eyes down, noticing she had on one of Dick's t-shirts. Looking back up at the man, she raised an eyebrow. "Did you-" 

        "Change you. Yeah," Dick dryly laughed, running a hand through his hair. "You've been wearing the same clothes for days. I had to put you in something else. Nothing I haven't seen before." 

         Phoebe's eyes widened by Dick's crude last statement. "Excuse me?" 

        "Remember when I walked in on you changing when you were like seventeen?" 

        "Oh god, I wish I didn't ask now." Dick stayed quiet for a moment, making Phoebe notice something was wrong. "Everything okay?" 

        "Just fine," Dick turned to lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling. "I burned my Robin suit yesterday. That's why it took me so long to get to the car." Quickly changing the subject, Dick focused on Phoebe. "Now the real question I want to know is are you okay?" 

        Phoebe didn't reply for a moment. The night before had really done some awful things to her. Things she knew that she would never forget even if she tried to. "No," Phoebe stated, her eyes glossy. "I'm not." 

         Worrying, Dick patted the empty space between them, telling Phoebe to scoot closer. Doing so, Phoebe laid her head on Dick's chest as he kept his arm around the girl, the two still staring at the ceiling. "Wanna tell me about it?" 

        Taking a deep breath, Phoebe closed her eyes. Visioning what had occurred the night before, Phoebe answered. "They brought out all the worst memories in me, along with giving me new nightmares and visions." Taking a deep breath, Phoebe started to choke over her words. "I saw- I saw Wally die again. My dad beating the shit out of me, hell I even saw my own funeral!"