There is only one time Dick feels a little happy, Christmas. It gives him a fuzzy and welcoming feeling. Even if he doesn't get presents.
But the overwhelming feeling of seeing people so happy and the lights, Dick just can't help it. But sometimes, he sees things. Memories.
There was always a woman and a man, and no matter how hard Dick tried, how much he wanted, he desired. He couldn't remember who they were. It almost hurt him to even think about it, but the thing is. Every time he dies, he here's them.
And they always sound so nice and welcome. They tell him to go on, and they'll be waiting.
Life's strange.
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This was a filler, but I feel like shit.
I have a little pre test thingy at my school. And it leaves me wanting to slam my head on my desk.
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Little Boy (Dick Grayson)
Fanfiction(Just something I got the random inspiration for) Dick Grayson, the boy who died a million times. Literally. Shoot him through the head, he'll be back. Stab him with a knife, he'll be back. Run him over, he'll be back. Kill him, he only wants it.
