To (Not) Love And To Have Lost.

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Parts 1
Time 7m

Reads 49
Votes 2
Parts 1
Time 7m

"Cracking the door open by a bit, he froze on the spot. There was a bundled lump on the bed, wrapped like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Through the little light of the moon, he could see the bundle shivering, curled and contorted in a way that only a Grayson could.
    
    What made time stop were the barely audible sniffling coming from his, the way it heaved and sounded so tired.
    
    Dick Grayson was always so perfect, but now he was just like Catherine."
    
    [Whumptober Day Three.]All Rights Reserved

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Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones But...
Sun, Oct 3, 2021

"Cracking the door open by a bit, he froze on the spot. There was a bundled lump on the bed, wrapped like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Through the little light of the moon, he could see the bundle shivering, curled and contorted in a way that only a Grayson could.
    
    What made time stop were the barely audible sniffling coming from his, the way it heaved and sounded so tired.
    
    Dick Grayson was always so perfect, but now he was just like Catherine."
    
    [Whumptober Day Three.]

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