School started again, as you may know (XD), and we've already got assignments and stuff. (Boo).

Wellp, enjoy this for now.

Disclaimer: And I ask myself...Do I own it? But then I realize...I do not.

11/19

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Remembering

He started remembering back to before from time to time. Before he moved to Jump. Before he left Gotham. Before he had left that life behind. He couldn't help it. The memories, they just...they just kept coming back. And it both hurt and made him smile.

It brought him joy in the sense that when he thought back, he remembered his old friends, team and family. But it hurt in the fact that maybe...maybe somewhere inside him, a small part wanted to go back, not that he'd ever admit that. Too much has happened in the past, too much damage was done. Words were exchanged, ones he regrets, and ones that hurt.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't miss them.

Him.

Not like the others:

For the three older boys, Dickie was the preferred one to be around. And the only one they could get along with.

Dick just had this effect on everyone. His smile, it's just so real. And his personality was one of a kind, one that you know is hard to come by. He's just that kind of person that you want to be friends with, and he's so nice and caring - something you can't bend to your will.

Either way, Richard was different from the others. In the good way.

Older Brothers

Man, they can be the most annoying, insane, bossiest, angriest, craziest, overprotective brothers ever. But they could also be the most awesome, coolest, loving, caring, and overprotective brothers ever. But they could show any of those sides at anytime. Like right now.

The case right now was them annoying him to no end. C'mon! I'm doing homework right now, and unless you wanna do it for me, then leave! But nooo, that was too difficult apparently.

Euhg. This'll be fun.

He's My Dad:

He acts like one. He talks like one. He worries like one. And I know he wants to be one.

Which is totally fine with me. But there's only one problem...

He already is my dad.

He brought it back.

He's the one who brought the joy back into my life. The one who brought light to my darkness. I didn't think that was possible, as I thought I could never love anything like that again after what happened.

But it did. He made it happen. And I love him.

Like a son. No...he is my son.

And nothing can change that.

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La laly laly loooo da rah scaroooo-

Oh. You finished? Good job!

It was interesting writing these. Probably would've been fun to write some dialogue. Maybe next time...

Those last two drabbles I might make into a full out chapter. More detail and stuff who knows.

Everyone, I love your comments, they rule!

TBC.

BC, out. Peace.