Lost and Found

Chapter 10: FINE

5 months later

"Are you okay?" Kaldur whispered to Dick.

"I'm fine," Dick growled. People had been asking him that same question for five months and he had been responding the same.

"You rarely leave the mountain. When is the last time you went home?" Kaldur asked as Dick typed away on the computer.

"Just the other day, okay? I'm fine," Dick lied, not truly remembering when the last time he went to his and Wally's apartment was.

"You havent talked about him," Kaldur started slowly, "Since his death."

"Leave me alone Kaldur," Dick said, halting his work and sending a glare Kaldur's way, "Am I underperforming? Am I not running the team efficiently? Until either of those things become a problem leave me be."

"I'm just worried about you. You put on a show for everyone else but I've known you too long," Kaldur said as he walked away.

1 month later

"Are you okay?" Roy asked.

"I'm fine," Dick muttered as he took another shot.

"It's not often you ask to have drinks with me," Roy said as he too took a shot.

"I just miss him," Dick whispered.

"I know you do. We all do Dick. I know it is worse for you but we can all still relate. You can talk to us," Roy said as he downed another shot, knowing this would only get more feelingish.

"I dont need to talk. I need him back," Dick said, taking three more shots, slowly losing his grasp on how much he should and shouldn't be drinking.

"Dick, I think you should slow down," Roy said, watching his friend down a couple more.

"I'm Bruce's son. I can handle my alcohol after years of partying for appearances," Dick said as he threw back several more, losing count of the his shots. Some were whiskey and some were vodka. Not really a great mix for someone as emotional as him.

"Let me take you home," Roy said, putting his hand up to stop the bartender from giving Dick another few shots.

"Hey," Dick whined, "I'm fine."

"You aren't. I'm going to take you home," Roy said and hoisted Dick up to his feet, wrapping his arm around the younger's waist to stop him from stumbling, despite how good he was at maintaining his composure with alcohol.

Finally back at the apartment Dick unhappily handed Roy the keys as his hands shook too much to open the door. Roy opened the door and took Dick over to the couch, gently throwing him there.

"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" Roy said, about to leave.

"Wait, please," Dick said, grabbing Roy's arm, "Stay just a little while longer."

Roy lay down on the other couch across from Dick and quickly fell asleep. In his sleep he rolled onto his side, facing away from Dick. Dick watched the man sleep, guilt filling his stomach as he watched. When Roy wasnt facing him Dick pretended it was Wally. Pretended it was his redhead fast asleep after work on the couch, waiting for Dick to come home late. Dick looked away. It wasn't. It never would be.

Dick looked down at the engagement ring still on his finger. Black Canary had suggested that he take it off months ago to help him move on. Dick had refused. As much as it hurt him he pretended Wally was still around. Pretended he would come back and hold him in his arms and finally...finally marry him.