Night-Shots (Oneshots)

Fallen Birds - Solo Dick - No Ship.

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He's lied over his biggest fear for so long that sometimes he believes his own lies. 

He knew his true fear was only awaken once he started to allow himself to love and cherish others again. 

He didn't even notice when his true fear had changed, just assumed the fear toxin had grown weaker or his nightmares were glitching. 

But he understood. 

He understood the moment he lost someone again. 

He never feared disappointing everyone, never feared being alone because if he was alone, he wouldn't feel the pain of losing anyone again. 

He punished himself by making sure he was always surrounded people who'd break his heart if they ever left. 

When he closes his eyes, he's reminded, WARNED, over his fear, over his fate. 

Birds, Bats, bugs all lay broken and fallen around him.

Wings ripped off and bodies squashed.

The scene is gruesome. 

Every creature able to fly lay limp around him. 

All unmoving. 

All dead. 

He was to blame. 

He had selfishly spread his wings and taught them all to fly.

Showed them the sights from above, the wind brushing kisses against their wings and the bright light leading them forward. 

He had blessed them with flight. 

He had cursed them to fall. 

Each wing create around him was someone he loves. 

Each bird, bat, bug and creature held the tiniest of hints of the person he was attached and cared for. 

He was so desperate to fly again than he trapped them into falling like his parents. 

His proof were the robins. 

Each and Every Robin dies. 

Each and every one has their wings ripped from them. 

Jason. 

Damian. 

Tim. 

Steph. 

If he didn't give life to robin, they wouldn't have laid broken by his feet. 

He took something pure and filled with love and happiness and tainted it with blood. 

Robin were bound to a sad ending. 

He's never been proven wrong on that fact. 

Sometimes the creates would all fly around the room they were trapped in. 

Startled, afraid and desperate for escape from their cage. 

But as he's grown older, less and less are able to fly.

Only so many still fly before falling one by one before he's wakes. 

Those that had left, died, in his life lay on the ground unable to fly and a bitter reminder over his blame. 

When he finally wakes, he wishes he doesn't. 

Because when nights comes to be, he doesn't know how many would be left flying. 

And when he's asleep, he's only left with the fallen birds.