Unstable

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A/N: Wow big shake up in this episode. Honestly I'd be lying if I said I was overly upset. Despite the fact I loved Wally (mostly because of how hard I shipped birdflash) in season 1 my attachment to him was all but gone do to his behavior thought out season two. That being said I am very sad for my fellow fandom members who are mourning over Wally so I decided to make him a pretty big part of this chapter. Also I am very sorry for not updating when I said I would, life got complicated and I need time to work on my own shit.

Chapter Sixteen

Wally stares at the piece of chocolate cake Roy placed in front of him and for the first time in his life he has no desire to eat it. The red head cannot get the image of Dick out of his head. Bleeding, broken, so sad and small; it hurts the speedster just to think about it.

Roy places a hand on Wally's shoulder drawing his attention to the archer. Roy has a stern look on his face and speaks in a ton of assurance.

"Listen Wally," Roy says. "I know right now it's hard, and it's really scary. But things will get better. As hard as it is we have to have faith that Bruce will put forth the effort to make it better." Wally shakes his head and shrugs off Roy's hand.

"You don't understand," Wally says dejectedly. "How is what I've been doing to him these past few months any different than what Bruce did? I'm just as responsible." Roy's eyes go wide. Of course he knew Wally was feeling guilty, this had been made clear at Roy's apartment in days prior. But the fact the Wally think's he held as much blame as the boy's adoptive father is far shot from the truth.

"Wally," Roy says carefully. "I won't lie to you here; you did fuck up okay, we all did. But to say you are on the same level as Bruce is so untrue. The fact is you realized what you did wrong and you worked to make it right, that's what matters. And Dick doesn't need you to be down on yourself right now, he needs you to be his friend." Wally looks Roy in the eyes and puts on a strong face, nodding his head.

"I'll be whatever he need me too," Wally says firmly. "I'm not going to abandon him again."

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Dick can't really explain how he feels. It's almost like a warm, numb feeling. It's certainly not painful but it's not exactly pleasant either. The young teen forces his eyes open and is met with a white ceiling and clean smell he knows all too well as a hospital. There is a weight on one of his hands. Dick turns his head to see Bruce sleeping, his cheek resting on top of Dick's tiny hand.

Part of Dick wants to push Bruce away and the other wants to cling to the man and never let go. As the memories of Tony Zucco and Wally's rescue comes flooding back Dick's head begins to spin. It all seemed to have spiraled. Was Alfred alright? What had happened to Wally? The teen tries to shift softly enough e to not wake Bruce but that is not such an easy task with batman.

Bruce sits up and his eyes go wide as he sees his soon awake. The boy stares at him, his eyes asking, no begging for something Bruce cannot place. The man places a large hand on Dick's bruised cheek. Dick doesn't flinch away nor does he lean into the touch, he just accepts it.

"Dickie," Bruce's voice is rough, he has clearly been crying. "Dickie…I'm….so sorry." Bruce's head drops and tears start to roll down his cheeks.

"I know that…that nothing I can say or do will ever make this right," Bruce forces out, his hand never leaving he's son's cheek. "But I want you to understand that through all the fucked up mistakes and everything wrong I've done, I will always, always love you. And I am, so, so sorry." Dick swallows and carefully, slowly, pushes himself off the pillows. Despite the pain it causes his recently reset arms, Dick wraps them around Bruce's neck and puts his face in the man's shoulder.

"I love you too Bruce," Dick mumbles, his blue eyes shut. He doesn't feel angry, or scared, just tired and sad. Bruce runs his fingers through Dick's hair and closes his eyes. This is far from over and a long way from better, but at least it's a start.

A/N: Probably about three or four more chapters to just round things up.