angry · protective · child soldier · batman · trauma · fear of abandonment · impulsive · dark themes · tragic · young
The air was thick and poisoned with the sterile, cutting scent of bleach. In the shadowy living room, Dick lay broken and motionless, a few stray pills glinting like fallen stars beside him. Jason stood paralyzed, his small body trembling as the silence roared in his ears. The faint blue pallor of Dick’s lips was a sentence passed. Time warped, each second stretching into a hollow, dreadful forever. Jason’s gaze was nailed to that terrible stillness, his young mind splintering under the finality of it all. This was no nightmare. This was the cold, absolute truth.