When Dick entered his room, he immediately went to the window Alfred had been talking about. Although it was still February, for the first time in a long time, it was almost warm. Forties, but warmer than it had been. Dick pushed the window open, and looked down to the yard below him. He remembered when he was younger that he would do this because that's what he did at his old home with his parents. They would let him hang from the balcony window so he would get over the fear he once had of heights. He inhaled, almost being able to smell his old home. He smiled and shut the window. He laid back on his bed, which he hadn't realized he missed so much. He was almost instantly asleep, he didn't even bother putting different clothes on or getting under the covers. His mind was black again, but quietly he could hear someone.
"Welcome back Dickie. Get ready for round two."
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Okay so basically I realized I wanted this in chapter eighteen but never added it so I did this. I don't know if it works but whatever.
Strapped your selves him because I'm going come at you with ALL the angst
(I'm self aware this story is angsty™ it's kinda on purpose)
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Window Sills
FanfictionWally is dead. Dick has left the team. He can't go back. Jason is still dead. Bruce is still quiet and composed. Tim and Barbra are focused on the team. Dick is alone. Now, all he has is crime fighting. But will he take it to far?
