Aftermath

The bright and easy-going smile that Richard was so famous for was getting harder to maintain. The constant flashing lights of cameras and video camcorders wherever he went was all he could see when he closed his eyes to rest- not that he managed a respite longer than two minutes. The explicit questions he was asked from the swarming paparazzi and reporters were worse, digging excruciatingly into pits of his stomach he didn't know he had and stabbing ruthlessly at his aching heart. The mere mention of his father figure's name tore his deteriorating mind apart; let alone the added name of the butler, who was one of the best men Dick had ever known. He had managed to keep himself together through the first harrowing press conference. Through it, Lucius had been right beside him for support. His earnest hand pressed against his tension-filled shoulder held him up in such a hard time. After he had finished his speech- that had been written with shaky hands- Lucius guided him back inside his father's legacy.
Dick/Jason Nightwing/Red Hood