Ohana [2/2]
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Wally, Dick, Bruce
Summary: There was just something about this movie that spoke to him.
Dick would never admit it, but Lilo and Stitch was becoming his favorite movie. (Coincidentally, Wally confided that Cars was his favorite. He said it was nice reminder to remember to slow down sometimes.) He had gone out and bought his own copy from store. Alfred had joined him the second time he put on the movie.
The fifth time he sat through the movie, Dick realized he wanted to share this movie with Bruce. However, there laid the problem. Things were awkward between Dick and Bruce. It had been a week since their fight and they had made up the only way they could: a hug and plenty of cookies from Alfred.
Still, things were uncomfortable, like trying to fit a circle block through a square hole. They were no longer arguing, but there was stiff feeling that lingered in the air. It was suffocating Dick and he often found it hard to breath. It was like he was back at eight years old and had just moved into the manor. Back then everything had been new and imposing and Dick felt so terribly small.
Dick knew the exact reason why it was like this. This was the hardest month of the year for Bruce and him. A week before their fight was the anniversary of the deaths of Bruce’s parents and… tomorrow was the anniversary of the deaths of his parents. Even after all these years, Bruce was still grieving. He tried to help Dick cope with his grief, but Dick knew that his adoptive father had his own issues to deal with. When Dick looked on back it, he wasn’t too surprised to see that they had a fight. Their stress levels were off the chart and emotionally neither of them were ready to deal with the reminder that their parents were gone.
So Dick reasoned, if he was going to show Bruce the movie, it would be sometime next month, after they had time to shove their feelings back into a box and go back to pretending that everything was alright.
Dick closed his eyes and slumped against the wall. The blue blanket of his bed pooled around him, offering him a small nest of warmth. It wasn’t the same as his mother’s arms, but it was something. In his hands rested a wooden picture frame. It had a picture of a baby Dick cradle in the arms of his mother while his father stood proudly next to them.
Opening his eyes, Dick stared down at the picture. “Hi mom, dad,” he whispered. “I hope you’re doing okay up there.” He turned to the side to look at another picture resting on the table next to his bed. It was a photo of Robin with his teammates. A smile grew on Dick’s face.
“See…” Dick addressed his parents again. “Wally, you remember Wally right? Anyways Wally showed me this movie last week. It’s called Lilo and Stitch. It’s kinda sappy, but I really like it. I can relate to Lilo since, you know,” he trailed off.
Dick then picked up the scrapbook next to him that he retrieved from the shelf earlier. It contained many pictures of just him and Bruce. Many of the pictures were taken by Alfred who silently took when Dick wasn’t looking. It had pictures of Dick curled up next to Bruce who was holding a book of bedtime stories and the first time Dick snuck downstairs for a midnight snack, only to find Bruce beat him there. There were pictures from all of his birthdays since he moved in and the time he first became Robin. The latest picture was trip to ice cream parlor three weeks ago.
Dick flipped to the last page. Framed on the last page was a copy of the adoption papers from the day Bruce adopted him nearly a year and a half ago. He never regretted his decision to be adopted by Bruce. A few years ago he would have seen it as an insult, but now that he was older and had some time to come to terms to it, he saw it as an addition to his life. He’s not replacing his father, he’s gaining another one. Dick would never forget his parents, but at the same time that did not mean he couldn’t add to his family. Or at the very least that’s how his then twelve year old mind reasoned it out to be.
He closed the scrapbook. Leaning over, Dick placed the picture of his parents between the picture of his teammates and a family portrait of Bruce, Alfred and him. He traced the images of his friends, Bruce and Alfred and reflected on the relationship he had with them. Dick smiled.
“I guess Mom, Dad, what I’m trying to say is ‘don’t worry’. It isn’t the same as the circus, but…” he looked at the pictures. These days he can’t imagine what his life would be without Bruce, Alfred and his friends. “This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good.”
“Yes, still good.”
Dick turned toward the door. “Bruce!” he exclaimed, surprised. “You’re home early!” Dick leapt off the bed and ran over to his adoptive father. He stopped and thought about it. Then in a flat voice he asked, “How long have you been standing there?”
Bruce didn’t answer him and ruffled his hair. Dick scowled but there was no bite behind it. “Well,” Bruce began. “I received a call this morning from a certain puppy. He kept whining about a movie that I had to see with you.” Bruce pulled out a DVD from his coat pocket. “A movie called Lilo and Stitch?”
Dick’s eyes widen before he scowled again. “Wally called you didn’t he?”
Bruce chuckled. “Perhaps. Shall we watch it now? I believe Alfred just finished a fresh batch of cookies.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Dick gave Bruce a hug. “Thanks Dad.”
Characters: Wally, Dick, Bruce
Summary: There was just something about this movie that spoke to him.
Dick would never admit it, but Lilo and Stitch was becoming his favorite movie. (Coincidentally, Wally confided that Cars was his favorite. He said it was nice reminder to remember to slow down sometimes.) He had gone out and bought his own copy from store. Alfred had joined him the second time he put on the movie.
The fifth time he sat through the movie, Dick realized he wanted to share this movie with Bruce. However, there laid the problem. Things were awkward between Dick and Bruce. It had been a week since their fight and they had made up the only way they could: a hug and plenty of cookies from Alfred.
Still, things were uncomfortable, like trying to fit a circle block through a square hole. They were no longer arguing, but there was stiff feeling that lingered in the air. It was suffocating Dick and he often found it hard to breath. It was like he was back at eight years old and had just moved into the manor. Back then everything had been new and imposing and Dick felt so terribly small.
Dick knew the exact reason why it was like this. This was the hardest month of the year for Bruce and him. A week before their fight was the anniversary of the deaths of Bruce’s parents and… tomorrow was the anniversary of the deaths of his parents. Even after all these years, Bruce was still grieving. He tried to help Dick cope with his grief, but Dick knew that his adoptive father had his own issues to deal with. When Dick looked on back it, he wasn’t too surprised to see that they had a fight. Their stress levels were off the chart and emotionally neither of them were ready to deal with the reminder that their parents were gone.
So Dick reasoned, if he was going to show Bruce the movie, it would be sometime next month, after they had time to shove their feelings back into a box and go back to pretending that everything was alright.
Dick closed his eyes and slumped against the wall. The blue blanket of his bed pooled around him, offering him a small nest of warmth. It wasn’t the same as his mother’s arms, but it was something. In his hands rested a wooden picture frame. It had a picture of a baby Dick cradle in the arms of his mother while his father stood proudly next to them.
Opening his eyes, Dick stared down at the picture. “Hi mom, dad,” he whispered. “I hope you’re doing okay up there.” He turned to the side to look at another picture resting on the table next to his bed. It was a photo of Robin with his teammates. A smile grew on Dick’s face.
“See…” Dick addressed his parents again. “Wally, you remember Wally right? Anyways Wally showed me this movie last week. It’s called Lilo and Stitch. It’s kinda sappy, but I really like it. I can relate to Lilo since, you know,” he trailed off.
Dick then picked up the scrapbook next to him that he retrieved from the shelf earlier. It contained many pictures of just him and Bruce. Many of the pictures were taken by Alfred who silently took when Dick wasn’t looking. It had pictures of Dick curled up next to Bruce who was holding a book of bedtime stories and the first time Dick snuck downstairs for a midnight snack, only to find Bruce beat him there. There were pictures from all of his birthdays since he moved in and the time he first became Robin. The latest picture was trip to ice cream parlor three weeks ago.
Dick flipped to the last page. Framed on the last page was a copy of the adoption papers from the day Bruce adopted him nearly a year and a half ago. He never regretted his decision to be adopted by Bruce. A few years ago he would have seen it as an insult, but now that he was older and had some time to come to terms to it, he saw it as an addition to his life. He’s not replacing his father, he’s gaining another one. Dick would never forget his parents, but at the same time that did not mean he couldn’t add to his family. Or at the very least that’s how his then twelve year old mind reasoned it out to be.
He closed the scrapbook. Leaning over, Dick placed the picture of his parents between the picture of his teammates and a family portrait of Bruce, Alfred and him. He traced the images of his friends, Bruce and Alfred and reflected on the relationship he had with them. Dick smiled.
“I guess Mom, Dad, what I’m trying to say is ‘don’t worry’. It isn’t the same as the circus, but…” he looked at the pictures. These days he can’t imagine what his life would be without Bruce, Alfred and his friends. “This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good.”
“Yes, still good.”
Dick turned toward the door. “Bruce!” he exclaimed, surprised. “You’re home early!” Dick leapt off the bed and ran over to his adoptive father. He stopped and thought about it. Then in a flat voice he asked, “How long have you been standing there?”
Bruce didn’t answer him and ruffled his hair. Dick scowled but there was no bite behind it. “Well,” Bruce began. “I received a call this morning from a certain puppy. He kept whining about a movie that I had to see with you.” Bruce pulled out a DVD from his coat pocket. “A movie called Lilo and Stitch?”
Dick’s eyes widen before he scowled again. “Wally called you didn’t he?”
Bruce chuckled. “Perhaps. Shall we watch it now? I believe Alfred just finished a fresh batch of cookies.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Dick gave Bruce a hug. “Thanks Dad.”