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What I'd like to see is a vice versa to that. Robin is the one who is MIA presumed dead and Batman is the only one who is refusing to believe it because if he believes it then he's not only lost his parents, he's lost a son too.
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http://yj-anon-meme.livejournal.com/689.html?thread=344753#t344753
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If it were Dick, I would love it even more. <3
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“I’m not hungry, Alfred.”
His eyes don’t move from the screen in front of him. He’s watched the video surveillance of the explosion more than a dozen times by now, and he sees the same thing every time: Dick runs through the corner of the image about a minute before the bomb goes off. There are shots of almost everyone else, on both teams, in the video, but Dick is barely there at all. He has to be missing something.
“You haven’t eaten anything all day, Master Bruce.”
“I’m fine, Alfred. Thanks.”
He switches from the video surveillance on screen to the reports he’s received from local hospitals. They haven’t admitted any boys matching Dick’s description.
“Master Bruce-”
“Alfred, I’m fine-”
“You are most certainly not fine.”
Bruce finally turns away from the screen to see his butler glaring at him.
“How could you be fine after this ( ... )
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She’s sitting in an empty hallway at the Hall of Justice, clearly waiting for her uncle to finish up at the meeting that Bruce is about to go into. She straightens immediately in her seat when she sees him, and her eyes fall to the floor.
“Something wrong?” he asks, and she flinches. She shakes her head instead of answering aloud.
Bruce doesn’t leave but continues to stare down at her. Eventually, she wavers under his gaze.
“I’m so sorry,” she says under her breath.
“For?”
“Losing him,” Miss Martian continues. “Losing track of him. He was there, he was right there, I could hear him, I could feel him, and then he just wasn’t anymore and I couldn’t do anything about it.”
He doesn’t say anything, but Miss Martian isn’t finished yet, and part of him doubts she would even hear him if he said anything now.
“I’ve been listening for him. Trying to pick up on his mind or his thoughts, but I can’t. I can’t find him. He might just be out ( ... )
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“Wally told me where to find you,” he says unnecessarily.
He takes a good look at Superboy and the resemblance to the older version is more astounding than ever. They’ve always had similar appearances, but now Superboy has the same look in his eyes that Superman did just weeks before. His eyes look emotionless and haunted all at once, and Superboy is clearly ready to break something.
“You haven’t found him,” he says, and it’s not a question.
Bruce tries to ignore him and he goes to the computer to check if anything has changed.
“Why isn’t he coming back if he’s not dead?”
Bruce almost chokes. He turns around and Superboy is glaring at him curiously.
“Why isn’t he coming back?” he repeats.
He’s not dead, Bruce says in his mind. He knows that’s what he’s supposed to say, what he tells himself everyday, ( ... )
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