I'm (Not) Okay!

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The bright light of the zeta beam dissipated as we arrived at the cave. Alfred, as always, greeted us with a mop in his hand. Bruce removed his cowl and set it on the table next to our zeta beam before walking towards the massive computer located to the left of the beam.

Usually, I go help him but I'm guessing he wont want a failure around right now so I walked up the stairs towards the gym; I needed to clear my head. I guess I wasn't concentrating and as I was walking because as I took my glasses off tripped up the stairs and fell.

I landed awkwardly on the step but tried my best not to make any noise and hope that Bruce or Alfred wouldn't notice. I lay there for a moment trying to asses if I had damaged myself, especially my ribs considering the way I had fell. Unfortunately to me, I heard Bruce walk towards me. Oh, crap man!

To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I looked up at him and smirked slightly to show him I was ok and to hide the fact that I really did want to cry at this moment in time. Cry baby!

"You ok dickey bird?" Bruce asked, using the nickname he gave me when I first arrived at the manor. I beamed at the nickname; It always seems to remind me that Bruce cares for me in his own way. 

"Yea," I say coolly trying to act normal "I meant to do that." I finish it off with my signature laugh. 

"Yeah, okay," he said in disbelief while shaking his head. A smile still remained on his face though. When he stood, He also picked me up off the ground and set me back on my feet. "I think some sleep is needed."

"I agree, Master Dick hasn't been himself lately." Said the English butler to Bruce. Alfred always worries about me; hes like my grandad essentially. 

"I'm here you know al, and I don't need sleep I'm fine." I shrug it off. Hes just being over protective. I don't look that tired, do I? "Besides there's patrols to do, right Bruce?"

When I look at Bruce he shakes his head at me before looking over at the computer. "There are some things I need to take care of tonight Dick, maybe tomorrow." He pats me on the back before retreating to the bat-computer. Wait, what? So he is disappointed in me...

"Yea Bruce, sure" I say before walking up the stairs and out of the bat-cave. Gym can wait I guess.

The manor is dark and lonely; as per usual. Shame really. I walk down the lonely corridor thoughts echoing through my head again. As I walked up the stair case one phrase keeps coming to mind. 'Wish he would just die.'

When I enter my room I lock the door behind me and press my back against the door. I slide down the door until I'm sat with my knees to my chest. I rest my head on my knees and raise my hands over my head. Why does this keep happening, I should be stronger than this. 

Cry baby! 
Creep!
Freak!
Loser!

Shut up! Shut up! 

Multiple thoughts keep racing through my head. This can't be happening again; please don't be happening again!

"Stop." I whisper to myself "Please just stop."

A knock on the door snaps me from my thoughts. 

"Master Dick?" says a familiar English voice. "Do you need anything before I go to bed?" I look at my clock. 10:57PM. I was down on the floor for half an hour!

"Erm..." I stammer "No thanks Alfred I'm good."

"Very well then Master Dick, Sleep well" he says back.

"Night Alfie" I say as I press my ear to the door to make sure he's gone before giving out a long sigh.

I didn't notice before but tears had started to form in my eyes, ready to fall. I got up and walked over to my parent's picture. Wally didn't know I lost my parents, he thinks Bruce is my dad. Many people think Bruce is my dad...