I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS!!!
I walked into his apartment to see him violently shaking. His apartment was only about 58 degrees but he was shaking not from the cold but from what?
"Dick are you OK?" No reply. No one but the BPDs have seen this guy in weeks. No ones really tried to reach him and he might be feeling a bit lonely.
"Dick are you alive?" I knew he was but I thought he might snap out of it if I joked with him.
"Where has everybody been? I'm so lonely I haven't felt this way since.......since.......s-since I-I-I lo-st m-my parents." He choked out. He was suddenly on the floor with his face in his hands crying. He was......he was crying. HE WAS CRYING!!!
"It's only been a couple of weeks since I've seen you."
"It's been three months since I've actually had a conversation instead of 10 calls."
I was shocked. Three months. Three. Months. Three months.
I knelt down next to him and gave the very tall young man a big hug. He nearly squeezed the life out of me."it's OK.....I'm here know. You can stop crying." But I knew this wouldn't work. We sat for about fifteen minutes crying on the floor.
He then got a call.
He hesitates.
"Hello?"
"Dick it's Tim do you know where Barbara is? It's time for patrol and Bruce is gonna get made is she isn't here,"
"Yay she's here. I'll tell her. Bye"
"Patrol fo you" he said.
"Ok wanna hang out Friday?"
"YES!!!"
"Ok see you soon."
"Love you."
"Love you too.
