Tim Drake's feelings and how he deals with it :)

Chapter 2

Dick knew what he had done was wrong, and he spends hours, just thinking about what he could have done differently. A path that didn't hurt Tim, a way that didn't destroy his little brother. He knows that Tim cries himself to sleep on most nights, but Dick doesn't know how to help.

He's seen the signs, and Dick's worried. He's afraid that he doesn't do something now; he might not ever see Tim again. And it kills him to know that.

Whenever Tim comes over to the Manor, Dick tries to engage. He tries his best to be there for his Timmy. But every time he suggests something that they can do together, to re-establish their broken relationship, to get Tim to trust him again, Tim raids him with excuses.

A Teen Titans mission, an opened case with limited time to complete, so many. But then again, it isn't always Tim that can't make it. Sometimes it's Dick's fault. He gets too caught up in the vigilante business that he forgets that he sets these dates with Tim.

And he hurts him some more. Dick goes to everyone he knows for advice. Some kind of guide on how to fix broken relationships. He's followed everything that he's been told. Nothing seems to be working, and if anything, it's making things worse.

Dick's desperate. He wants Tim to be able to look him in the eye for more than a few seconds before having to look away. He doesn't want to be a reminder to Tim of everything he's lost because Dick knows how badly he hurt Tim. He practically replaced him. No- not practically. He stripped Tim away from Robin, just as he was told that Robin was the only thing keeping his little brother sane.

Jason yelled at him, telling him how he chose one brother over another and that it said a lot about his character. He tried to defend himself, saying that Damian needed Robin, but they both knew that it wasn't necessarily true.

Damian was a spoiled brat. Dick only encouraged it by giving him Robin and not letting him earn it as Tim had. Honestly, Dick knew in the very slightest how Tim feels about the situation because he's had his loved ones die, and he's had his fair share of trauma.

But Tim was something else. He's had plenty die on him: his parents, Kon, Bart, Bruce, and even Dick. Heck, Tim's the only guy in the Wayne family that hadn't been declared dead for a little while. Apart from Alfred, of course.

Dick feels like a horrible brother.

That night during patrol, Red Robin was a no show. Apparently, Tim had asked Red Hood to cover his route for a few nights and Jason didn't say anything. That pissed Dick off.

"What the hell, Hood?" Nightwing yelled at Jason as he landed on the rooftop next to him. Jason snorted, looking unbothered. "What do you want, Goldie?'

He knew how to get under Dick's skin. "What didn't you tell anyone that Red gave you his routes?!" The man just rolled his eyes and placed his hand on his gun to warn the bird. "I didn't think it was worth mentioning. God, why do you even care?"

Dick glared at him. Of course, he would care, he was Tim's brother and deserved to know things like this.

"I-" "Save it, Nightwing," Hood said his name like it was a curse. That hurt. "Since when do you even care about what Red does?"

"That's hardly fair-!"

"To whom, Dick? You or Tim?! You have a lot of nerve for someone who's at fault here!"

That shut Dick up. He felt guilty about what happened to Tim. Everyone knows it's his fault. It's Dick Grayson's fault that Tim Drake was a lost cause, and everyone hates him for it. No one can put it pass their minds that Dick stripped Tim away from Robin and left him with nothing. He's the sole reason that Tim can never trust anyone again and Dick hates himself for that.

Jason stares the man down. He sees how his brother immediately looked upset as soon as the words exited his mouth. He mentally groaned, knowing he had gone too far. Red Hood watches Nightwing slowly sit on the ground looking exhausted. Jason feels a little sorry for the man.

As Jason plopped down next to Dick, he noticed, tears started to fill his eyes. Crap, he thought, well I fucked up badly, didn't I?

"Look, Dickie, I know why you did it," Jason faced his brother, "You were just trying to help the brat, and you felt terrible about his being an assassin and shit. You thought that Tim would understand. But obviously not."

Jason looked at his older brother straight in the eye. "You broke Tim, Dick-wad. You need to fix this shit before it's too late. M'kay?"

Dick knew he was right. He fucked up pretty badly. No- worse, he did break his brother. Without even realizing it, Dick Grayson, Robin 1, the big brother everyone wants, fucked up. He was a horrible brother. Damian never really needed Robin. He needed people to love and care for him. He needed a family.

Not Robin. Robin was never a necessity. Dick thought it was, though he was far from right. Tim, on the other hand, needed Robin but Dick was as blind as a bat from Bruce's death. In his eyes, Robin was the only answer for Damian.

Why is always Tim that has to suffer? He's the only one who's had to watch every one of his family die, and some of them don't even come back. Dick had heard stories from the Young Justice and the Teen Titans about the scary stunts Tim had pulled over the years.

The solo missions, that spat he had with the League of Assassins, the death faking. The scary stuff that Bruce would have freaked out if he'd known. But that wasn't the scary part. Dick found it absolutely mortifying that he had to find out by listening in from a conversation between Kon and Bart. Why hadn't they told him in the first place? They used to tell the Bats everything.

Part of Dick wanted to confront the two boys, demanding to know why Tim did these things, why he was reckless on patrol and placed himself in mortal danger every other night?

He wanted to know why Tim did all these things, and he wanted to hear it from his brother, not from anyone else before it was too late. Before Tim did something that Dick would hate himself for, and forever carry the burden of Tim's death. Maybe it wasn't too late.