⚠️PTSD | Mentions of Self Harm | Depression | Anxiety | Flashbacks | Strong Mentions of Death | Mental Health Struggles⚠️
Klarion's hand was placed on my forehead before I could dodge away, and suddenly, my conscious was ripped away and I found myself standing in the Batcave, staring blankly at the computer screens in front of me.
I felt... empty. I looked down at my hands and studied my wrists. There were no scars on them, but my hands looked... smaller. My arms looked thinner. Was this a flashback?
"Listen, Dick, I'm sorry about your parents," Batman said, suddenly appearing next to me and placing a hand on my shoulder. "But we have people to save. Come on."
My parents. My parents are dead.
As I looked up to start walking to where my costume was, still feeling oddly numb, I was transported to a different scene. I was back in the old headquarters of the team, at Mount Justice before it blew up. According to my surroundings, it was way before it exploded.
"...Roy is a clone. As far as we're aware, the real Roy is dead," Batman said.
I looked down at the ground, pursing my lips. Zatanna put her hand on my shoulder but I shrugged her off, walking away.
Roy is dead. Why didn't I save him? He was right in front of me all those months ago... why didn't I do more to reach out to him?
The scene shifted again when I looked up. I was now standing in front of the hollogram of Jason, and I glanced down at my wrists, beginning to see the scars piling up.
Why didn't I try looking for him harder? Why wasn't I there when he needed me?
My body felt empty and numb. Tears filled my eyes and fell down my cheeks, and I let them. When I rubbed my tears away, the scene had changed once again. It was freezing cold this time and the wind was blowing violently, but I remembered this memory all too well. This time, I didn't feel numb about his death. I felt extreme, excruciating pain.
Why didn't I spend more time with him? Why were we so mad at each other before he died? Why did I never tell him how I felt?
I squeezed my eyes shut as tears fell down and harshly twisted his ring against my finger, trying to forget all this. Why was I seeing this? All of the deaths I was still trying my best to get over... even though Roy didn't actually die, it had still really hurt at the time.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a new place. Standing outside the Bio ship, waiting for Gar to come out and tell us about his trip. He came out of the ship with a glum face, and when we all asked him what was wrong, he told us about Connor's death.
"Stop it!" I screamed, dropping to my knees as tears fell from my eyes.
My heart felt shattered. I couldn't take anymore of this. It felt like everyone was dying all over again. With my PTSD and depression already at an all time high, seeing all the people I cared about die again wasn't helping at all. I just kept my eyes shut as tightly as I could and tried not to focus on what was going on around me as small sobs racked my body.
I raked my hands through my hair and pressed my index fingers into the corners of my eyes, trembling. I could hear people screaming, I could hear gunshots, and I could smell smoke but I refused to open my eyes. I didn't need any more reminders of my trauma.
"Nightwing, you need to wake up," a voice said, cutting through all the noise.
My eyes fluttered open and I looked around, seeing I was back in Fate's tower. Everyone was surrounding me and I suddenly realized I was still crying, so I quickly wiped away my tears and asked, "Where's Klarion?"
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Nightwing Oneshots
Cerita PendekThis is just a bunch of REALLY random one-shots of Nightwing/Dick Grayson/Robin from Young Justice. Enjoy! Triggering topics are mentioned in this book, such as: -PTSD -Self harm -Depression -Anxiety -Flashbacks -Death -Mental health struggles -Phys...