Dick started his truck back to the cave. "How can you live with yourself after letting me die?" Dick ignored the hallucination, the real Jason wouldn't be anywhere near here.
The hallucination this time was ruthless, mocking him every chance it got, bringing out his fears and making his gut sink. By the time he arrived at the cave his eyes stung a little but the hallucination had finally disappeared. Dick took a breath to compose himself.
"Wing! How'd it go?" Tim called out when he entered the Batcave.
Dick smiled back. "Great, got the information we needed"
Damian came over. "Did the new gas mask work?"Huh?
"Why would I have used a gas mask?" Dick swore that every head in a twenty foot radius snapped to him instantly.
Jason started checking him over with his eyes. Mother-hen "Because there was a shit ton of left over Fear Toxin in that building"
Oh "Is that why the hallucinations were worse this time?" Maybe it was the Toxin in his system, maybe it was the fact he was exhausted but he didn't think it through fully before those words tumbled out of his mouth.
Jason's hands were cupping his face now, moving his head whichever way to get a better look. "You have hallucinations often?"
Shit, There's no way I'm getting out of this, am I? "only once in a blue moon"
"You had hallucinations and you didn't tell any of us?" Oh gosh, Bruce is mad too.
"We weren't talking when they started, didn't think it was a big enough deal to call about"
"When did they start? Why didn't you tell me when we started talking again?"
I'm getting interrogated, aren't I? "Not long after Jason died and I knew how to deal with it by the time we talked again.
Tim started mumbling incomprehensibly- if it started shortly after Jason died... -before asking Dick a question. "What are your hallucinations of?"
He was reluctant to answer, Jason might blame himself if- Damian was hugging him, his head tucked into Dick's side as he rested under Dick's arm. "You don't have to deal with it alone, imbecile."
"..I taught you that" Damian only grunted affirmatively into his side. Dick couldn't find the heart to lie anymore. "I saw Jason"
Jason let out a pained sound, from the pitch Dick could tell he was trying to hold it back. Tim seemed to be in that state between caring brother and analytical vigilante. "Did you continue to have Hallucinations of him after he came back?"
"Stayed the same, the only real difference is now Jason's older sometimes."
Jason let out a croak "I'm sorry, Wing"
Dick's heart clenched, this was what I was trying to avoid "it's not your fault, if anything I'm to blame"
Jason pulled him into a hug, Damian didn't fight it either. "Shut up Dickhead."
Tim finished typing what he learned and dragged Bruce into the hug with him, he'd have to ask Dick more about his hallucinations later.
Welcome to the world
By sun.after.winter
Welcome to the world
I'm sure you'll love it here
With all the thoughts shoved down your throat
With none that you can share
Welcome to the world
We'll control your every move
Don't worry - your free here
If you do exactly as your hear
i think some of you dont like narratives or stories or characters i think you just like fanfiction tropes
My car lurches wildly into the parking lot and I abandon it, still running, at the curb, ignoring the guard who calls after me: “Hey! You can’t leave this here.”
I race into the hospital. A flock of bedraggled “get well soon” balloons bob wildly behind me.
I stop at the desk and startle the poor clerk there. “Where?!” I gasp.
I rush off before he can tell me. I know in my heart where my destination is.
As I near the end of the hall I am greeted by a whole crowd of anxious mourners and well-wishers, all bearing tokens of affection; flowers, cards, teddy bears. Our balloons join into one giant, grieving stormcloud.
“Any news?” I ask the nearest person. And they shake their head sadly.
“We can only wait now,” they say. And though we have never met before, we squeeze hands.
All of us hope for the swift recovery of our beloved AO3.
Technically true.
Only thing I will add: you do not have to be okay with it. You can continue to be disgusted by what you see in fandom spaces, that is okay. Most people have those things. What is not okay, is being a bully about it. Blocking doesn't mean you hate them, merely that you don't want to see their stuff. Block, filter out, ignore, whatever works. Just - don't be a dick :)
Irreverence for all; desire or need. We often squabble for and ever heed, the inevitable- possessives plead, regardless it chokes: forever it lead;
Causes and caused all until "The end", you lose?- it lend, like enemy and friend, your abuser it rend and later it mend. The rules you bend, just follow a trend, Forever you fend, press buttons to vend, you attend; descend as entropy wend.
It can never know you, but you know it? Right?.. (not rhetorical)
when i was a kid, my father would always say that optimism is just a lack of information. i was optimistic to spite him. lately i've been feeling like he was actually right. but you know what? he wasn't.
he made it look like being oprimistic was easier, because it meant you didn't bother to see the whole picture. in reality, being optimistic requires strength. it requires courage to have hope even in the darkest times
i am not optimistic because i have no reason to be pessimistic. i am optimistic because i am actively choosing to be. to see that future can be bright. to find hope.