Birdflash oneshots 2

Meeting with a god is good therapy(as long as it's not Hera)

Dick knew as soon as he opened his eyes that something was wrong. Everything around him was a bright white, like he was standing in pure light. There was no sound, but a large shape stood in front of him. It easily towered over him, but he got the sense it was waiting for him. Dick cleared his throat, and lifted his hand. "Uh, hi?" He waved. 

The shape moved, morphing into something more human-like. It was a large man, with four arms and pale purple skin. Long hair ran down his back, and his left hands held a large staff. "Hello, Dick Grayson. I've been awaiting your arrival for some time." 

"Who are you? What is this place?" 

The man stood up, waving his hand. The light faded to a garden, and the sounds of birds invaded Dick's ears. "I am Ahoas. You probably do not know me, but I know you. As for this place, it is my home. The place where I rest when I am not working. Very few mortals come here. You are the third to ever witness my home." Dick thought for a second, trying to figure out where he'd heard Ahoas's name before. He knew it was familiar, he just couldn't place it. "Come. We have much to discuss."

Dick followed Ahoas into the garden, marveling at all the plants. It seemed every plant in existence was here, no matter where they grew. There were trees from Japan growing right next to bushes from Europe. Apples and  oranges were growing on the same tree, filling the room with a beautiful aroma. Ahoas led Dick to a small parlor, where a table and two chairs sat. Dick sat down in one chair, watching as Ahoas sat in the other. "Hungry?" Ahoas asked, gesturing to the trees around them. 

Dick got the feeling he shouldn't eat anything, so he shook his head. "No, thank you. Do you mind if I ask a question?" 

"You just asked one." Ahoas chuckled as Dick rolled his eyes. 

"Ha ha. Genuinely. Who are you? Your name is familiar to me, and I don't know why." 

"I have told you. I am Ahoas." 

"Yes, but you have a title. You're the god of something." 

"I am the god of this domain. The god of my choices. The god of all those who are lost." 

"Am I lost?" 

Ahoas sat back, crossing one set of arms. "Such a strange question, isn't it? Most people know when they are lost. They call for help, desperate for someone else to find them. How long have you been lost for, Dick Grayson?" Ahoas watched Dick intently. 

Dick knew what Ahoas wanted. "March 26, 2013." 

"Quite a long time to be lost." 

"I don't know if I'll ever be found again." 

"Because your compass, your path through life, was taken away." 

"He was everything to me." 

"Did he go peacefully?" 

"No. He was killed." 

"Ah. A violent end. No wonder you wander." 

"I know he made peace with the fact that he was dying, but he was in pain. Pain I could've prevented." 

"Now I see why."