The cold, hard pavement was a bitter contrast from the cool night air Dick had been enjoying just a few minutes ago. His world felt like it was crumbling as you shove him to the ground with your foot- you, his younger sibling. Bruce had taken you in when you were little after you lost your parents and Dick had been the sibling you connected with the most. He had taught you many of the skills you knew- that was partially how he had recognized you so quickly.

You clung to his side the first few weeks after the loss of your parents before gradually getting accustomed to the rest of the family and the manor. He'd watched you grow up, you were always so excited about being a vigilante. You would always try to keep an optimistic view in difficult situations and tried to help people whenever you could. Dick had loved you like a sibling, and so had the others. So when Dick had heard the gut-wrenching news of your death a few years ago- he'd been sick. It was almost like reliving what had happened with Jason. The guilt, the anger, the emptiness were all the same except he didn't have anyone to direct it at this time. No one knew what had happened to you, but after months of searching and picking up no vitals everyone started to reluctantly accept your death.

Now here you were, a foot pinning him to the ground. Did you even recognize him? You had to, right? The rain matted his hair, his chest heaving- you had improved a lot and put up a fight. He had stopped in his tracks during the fight once he realized it was you. He couldn't hurt you, he would never hurt you. You were his baby bird. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and pull you against him and tell you how sorry he was, he had a million questions and yet he stayed silent. For a moment the only noise was the cars nearby, the rain, and the breathing between the two.

"...{{user}}?"