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Normal POV

"There are 2 bombs around the house, Dick. If even one of them goes off the whole house is gone." Bruce said through the comms.

It had been an invasion. Someone had snuck into the house while everyone was in civilian form. The masked man tied them up good, knocking everyone out beforehand.

All except one.

All except for the youngest. Dick Grayson.

He had been at Mount Justice. Hanging out with his team.

And having to come home to your home in shambles and you can't even get inside is nerve-racking.

"Bruce s-something's wrong. The wires in the bomb have already been tampered with. I don't know how to disarm it!" The bird panicked.

He didn't know what to do. Everyone was inside. Alfred, Bruce, Damian, Tim, Jason.

The masked man had left them, and Bruce had found a way for them all to communicate through the house.

"Just calm down, Grayson. You can figure this out." Damian said calmly despite the situation.

If Dick failed, they all died. Every single one of them.

But the bird took a breathe, steadying himself. He looked over the bomb, searching for any way he could stop it before it read '00:00'.

"Look around the edges, Dickie. What's it say?" Tim asked calmly. Though his nerves were growing too as time continued to tick by.

Dick carefully turned the bomb over, looking for any sort of labeling. "Uhh, says 'T-3589' that any good?"

"Yeah, cut the blue wire, then the orange, then the red." Dick nodded at the instructions, though he knew they couldn't see him. He did as he was told, and the timer stopped.

"Ok, Bruce, where's the other one?" Dick asked, standing away from the terminated bomb.

"One the roof." Bruce replied curtly. Dick ran toward the house. Climbing the walls, using his grappling hook to help him up.

He sat down near the bomb, quickly taking the casing off. He looked over the wires and gasped.

"Guys, it's a fake! This bombs a decoy!" He yelled. Inside the house where the rest of the family was tied up, a small box popped out of the floor.

Jason smiled sadly, "Yeah, we figured."

Dick panicked, quickly getting off the roof. "Where's the real one!?!"

The tied-up members looked at each other. Smiling sadly, understanding what would happen in 15 seconds.

"We're so proud of you, Dickie." Bruce said, all the love of a parent and more in his voice.

The bird's words getting caught in his throat. "No! Where is the bomb!?!"

"Don't forget about us, Birdie." Jason said, an empty chuckle leaving his mouth.

"No! Where!?!" Dick began running around everywhere outside the house. Looking in all the wrong places.

"We love you Dickie-Bird." Someone said. And Dick would never have time to figure out who–

Because the house blew up in flames–

Dick flew back due to the blast.

His chest screamed in pain from the heat. He laid on the ground, arching his back trying to relieve any pain.

It did nothing though and the last thing he remembered was laying on the ground.

A feeling of failure eating away at him . . .

"Dick?" Wally said softly, knocking on the bird's door in the mountain.

That was his home now. He had nowhere else to go.

Dick lazily looked over at his door. Thinking about whether or not to even answer his friend.

He was watching the video. The security footage of Wayne Manor before it was all gone.

It was all he did. Watching over and over again how he failed.

Seeing his family again, even if it was in their final moments.

The door slid open, and Wally walked in. Sitting down next to Dick who stayed quiet as he walked the video play on the holo-glove.

"Dick, I know your hurting. But you can't keep watching this video over and over. It's been 3 weeks, and you haven't left this room." Wally said, setting a hand on Dick's shoulder.

"They're all dead, Wally . . ." Dick whispered, not looking away from the footage that played on a loop.

"They're all dead, and I'm all alone again." He continued, a few tears falling from his uncovered eyes.

Wally looked at his friend sadly. He had seen his friend broken before. But this was a whole new level.

The speedster didn't know how to help him through this. None of the team did.

Despite not knowing how to help, Wally leaned over and hugged his friend. Feeling his shoulder dampen with tears.

"What am I gonna do, Wally?" The teen whimpered. "I can't be alone again. Not without them."

Wally pulled him tighter, feeling the avian's body begin to shake. He wanted nothing more than to tell the boy how he would be with him this time. And how he wasn't alone.

But he knew the truth. He could never do what they had done for him. He could never help Dick like a family could.

Dick suddenly pulled away, furiously wiping at his red eyes.

"What are you doing?" Wally asked, standing up as Dick began to walk towards the door of the room.

"I have to leave." Dick said, attempting to move past the speedster.

"What do you mean 'leave'?"

"I MEAN LEAVE, WALLY!" Dick shouted, "EVERYONE I LOVE AND CARE ABOUT HAS DIED! THERE'S NO LOGICAL WAY THAT IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" Tears fell from Dick's exposed eyes again. "I HAVE TO LEAVE BEFORE MORE PEOPLE DIE!"

Wally roughly grabbed his friend's shoulders. "This was not your fault, Dick. It's the sick freak who put the bombs in the house's fault. Bad things, completely horrible things, have happened to you. But they are in no way your fault."

"Then how come they don't happen to anyone else?!?" Dick said, looking up sharply at Wally. "How come I get all the bad luck?"

"I don't know, Dickie." Wally sighed sadly, "I don't know."

"Well then I have to leave. I'll be nothing but bad luck if I stay here."

Wally looked down at his hurt friend. Who had lost his charming glow, his childish demeanor, his ever-present sense of hope. Wally watched as Dick hung his head, tears falling to the floor.

The speedster knelt down, looking up slightly at the crying boy. He gently wrapped his arms the other.

"Please, Dick. I know I don't understand how your feeling, none of us do. But please let us help you. Whatever you need we can get you. We promise to do whatever it takes to help."

Dick didn't respond, he just broke down. Wrapping his arms around the other and shaking with each sob. Wally ran a comforting hand up and down Dick's back, quietly shushing the other.

"I just want them back, Wally." Dick choked out, voice quiet and strained.

"I know, I know." Wally whispered back, the pain he felt for his friend only growing.

Dick chocked on a loud sob, "I really just want them back."

Yeah . . . that was . . . that. I just had the urge to write an angsty-er story. I truly don't know why.

ALRIGHT THAN!

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