Well hey! Long time no see right? Well, here's the next chapter!
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The team stood in front of the Watch Tower.

Both in awe and confusion.

Most of it was correct. Only... it wasn't in space. Wasn't even in the air.

It was just resting on the ground, almost like it crashed.

Although maybe they really shouldn't be this surprised.

There were changes to the Mountain and Titans Tower as well, although only Tim, Jaime, and Gar noticed those changes to Titans Tower.

Very slight though, like Dick mentally changed them to benefit himself... including all the counterparts of himself.

"If there's no Zeta tube..." started Artemis.

"How are we supposed to get in?"

M'gann stepped past them all as her eyes started to glow.

There was no visible entrance. So maybe she could find one...

She turned her head slightly from side to side, looking for something by the looks of it.

She suddenly raised her hand and pointed straight ahead.

A glow came from her hand which then transferred to the lowest part of the Tower.

When the glow dissipated there was a metal door, half open already.

"So what do we--"

"Just go."

Tim was the first to peek through the door and it was anything but the Watch Tower.

If anything... it resembled the Batcave.

But... not completely.

There were no 'souvenirs' as Wally would say.

No training equipment. No nothing.

As far as he could tell from a first glance, it was just a very dark cave.

He stepped all the way in, allowing the others to follow him in.

They didn't know what to do at first and slight panic started to set in as the door behind them closed.

Now it was pitch black and all they could feel around them was rock.

"Uh where are you guys?"

"Over here Wally!"

"Hold on..."

"Ow! Watch it!"

"Kind of hard to do in the DARK!"

Tim spun his head around before facing where he heard the voices.

"Guys stop! There was clear space up ahead when we first came in right? Just keep heading forward!"

There were slight grumbles from a few people but the sound of footsteps behind him reassured Tim they listened and he started walking a bit fast himself, in order to make sure the others don't walk into him.

They all started to walk rather slowly, hands out to the side to try and feel the rock as they went.

Occasionally someone would say something random, just to make sure everyone was still together.

What felt like hours to most of them only took about a few minutes in reality, and soon they started to see a vague glow ahead of them.

Now, because of the light, they could see a little bit now.

Everyone was still there, which honestly surprised Tim, and they turned the little corner, finally seeing where the light came from.

What they saw made them freeze in place.

Dick was standing in the center of the room clad in his Nightwing uniform but held his mask to his side.

The light blue glow of light came from the monitors and screens surrounding the room.

The ones to the side and behind Dick were small and only giving off the blue light, nothing else.

But the one in the front, the one his eyes were fixed on, was huge.

As big as the one in the Batcave...

And this one wasn't just a blank blue light.

It was playing something, memories if they had to guess, only in fast succession.

But the words and other sounds were loud and clear.

The circus was on the screen, and Dick was playing with his father, showing off a new move he learned to his mother. Their laughter echoed off the rock walls.

The team glanced at each other before splitting up into two groups and advancing towards Dick on either side.

Now the scene has changed. They were still happy. They were excited and proud. Today, was the night of the big show.

Tim glanced at the screen before speeding up his pace drastically. Stealth be dammed!

He knew what was happening...

They were truly magnificent on the trapeze. They were magnificent in everything they did, Dick couldn't be more proud. And tonight he would finally show the world what he could do, what he had learned from his parents!

Tim was now standing right in front of his brother, though Dick paid no mind to him, his glazed eyes were still on the screen.

His parents are flying at him now, it's nearly his turn. But something stops him, he hears a strange noise. He looks up and notices a bolt coming loose. His face changes from happiness to horror as he looks back at his parents, his mother now reaching her arms out to him, ready to catch him. But then she saw the bolt too, and then his father, just as it sprung loose. She reached out to him again as they started to fall, but this time in a longing to hold her baby just one more time...

"Dick..."

Now they were all standing in front of him but he was still as a statue. His head slightly craned upwards.

Tim turned back to Dick and focused on his face, just as a sickening crunch was heard from the monitor.

He remained still but silent tears began to fall from his dull eyes.

He was older now. He had entered the Batcave not long ago, still seething about the fight he had with Bruce the other day. But his pride could wait. He promised Jason he would spar with him today and maybe take him to a movie afterwards, he just had to wait until they both got back from their mission...

Dick's breathing hitched but he didn't move. No one was sure why he was so mad in this memory... and they weren't really sure they wanted to find out.

His arms were crossed as he tried to calm himself down and slowly turned around as he heard the Batmobile screech into the cave. It was a moment before Batman got out, and he was carrying a young boy in his arms...

Oh God...

Now Tim understood what was happening in the memory. They all did.

He gently grabbed his brother's arm but didn't respond to his touch. He didn't move at all, he was still completely focused on the screen.

Dick's eyes turned wide with shock and fear... maybe he was just unconscious? But Batman soon walked past him without so much as an explanation until he set the boy down in the monitor's chair.

"He's dead, Dick."

"My fault..."

They were startled at first because that voice did not come from the screen and Dick's mouth didn't open either.

A humming noise came from M'gann's mouth and they all turned to look at her as she started coming closer to Dick's face, now close enough to clearly look in his eyes.

They were dull and still glazed over.

"It's his thoughts. His subconscious is watching his memories... he really thinks it was his fault."

"But it's--"

"Should have been there. I should have helped them. I killed him and they all suffered because of his death."

Tim looked back at his brother in shock. He never knew Dick felt that way, and he was carrying that this whole time?

More memories zipped past and each one, Dick's eyes would follow quickly without fail.

The team couldn't follow it that well but it was clear Dick could.

And they were not happy or good memories.

They were every death he has ever known, every life he has failed to save.

His moments of complete isolation, of depression.

His point of view during and after the Invasion.

Every single fight he's had with his loved ones.

It was practically purgatory, his own personal Hell.

And they all knew it. But they didn't know how to help him.

Wally walked up closer and started to gently shake his shoulders.

"Dick?"

He remained motionless, eyes still locked on the screen and tears were now flowing unchecked down his face.

But he still remained silent.

Not even a whimper.

The ground beneath them started to shake a little, causing pebbles and loose pieces of rock to fall from the ceiling and walls.

M'gann furrowed her brows in worry.

That wasn't a good sign, he was deteriorating faster than she thought.

He needed help now.

But first... they needed to figure out how.

Or else his entire body is going to shut down.