A/n: A little bit of Dick and Bruce moments and flashbacks.
*Contains self harm*

At this moment his mind couldn't make the difference between a hit and a hug. Dick felt trapped within his own skin and he totally didn't want to be touch at this moment.

"Son..."
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Dick squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"No, it can't be him. It can't be really him! He...he...why does he sound concern? He doesn't care about me right? He's disappointed in me. I..I don't understand!!" thought Dick as a single tear slipped out of his eye and trailed down his face. 

The sound of foot steps grew silent and Dick inhaled sharply.

He slowly raised his head and pried his eyes open and turned over and looked up at Bruce. Just then, it seemed like all the weight was lifted off of his chest as he looked at Bruce's face.
There was no hate, no disappointment in his eyes. There was nothing there but concern and love.

He inhaled shakily, his big blue eyes watering as his shoulders began to shake even more now. And in no time, Dick wasn't Nightwing anymore, he was the small 8 year old Dick who cried in Bruce's arms almost every night, as he quickly moved forward and tossed his arms around Bruce's neck. 

Bruce's eyes widen at Dick's sudden movements but after getting over the shock, he brought his arms gently around his son and held him close, as Dick's whole body shook as he broke down within his father's grip.

They stayed together like this for awhile until Dick's cries were almost silent and his body stopped shaking and leaned more on Bruce. His whole body was heavy pressed against Bruce as the sedative Black Canary shot him up with took its effect upon Dick's tired and weak body from all the torture inflicted upon him.

Bruce let himself smile for a second and slowly laid Dick down on the hospital bed, but as soon as he laid him down and seen who worn out he was, and the damage that was done to his son, that small smile disappeared. 

Both concern and rage filled his eyes. He kept seeing Dick freak out when he entered the med bay. How totally afraid his son was, how every inch of his body held onto the trauma and wasn't letting it go for one second. How unrested his features looked, how pale he was, how there was dried blood coated on his body, the redness of his cuts and the pain he was in physically and mentally.

Bruce gently sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at Dick. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of Dick's face. His hand brushed against Dick's warm and feverish skin and a frown formed upon Bruce's face.

Bruce closed his eyes as he was taken back in his mind of memories of his son at a young age.
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[Flashback]

After a long night of patrolling Gotham City, the batmobile was finally at a rest state and parked within the bat-cave. Bruce pulled down his cowl and walked over towards his computer to do some needed work before he even allowed himself to think about getting some rest.

Bruce sat down at the computer and began to woke, the distant sounds of the bats echoing and drips of water, then something made contact with his ears. He froze what he was doing and listened carefully, waiting to see if he would hear the sound again.

As he waited he heard nothing, and thought maybe he was just tired for the lack of sleep and was hearing something but then the sound came again but a bit louder this time, gaining all of Bruce's attention.
He raised from his seat and silently walked towards the sound. 
The sound of someone crying.

Bruce soon rounded the corner to see Batman's partner, but his son sitting in a dark corner crying. 
Dick was still dressed as Robin, with his mask still placed upon his face as a few tears slipped from underneath his mask. It seemed as Dick didn't realized that Bruce was standing a few feet away from him and was watching him, as Dick looked off in the distance and slowly brought his knees to his chest and hugged them. Bruce stayed where he was and just watched his son for a few more minutes before stepping in.

As Bruce was watching Dick, his mind was going over the night's events, trying to pinpoint what could have set Dick off.
Bruce had thought his son was doing better, there had been less nights awaken by Dick screaming at the top of his lungs from the same old nightmare of his parent's deaths, but then Bruce thought that maybe the nightmares hadn't decreased, just the screams and Dick coming to him for comfort.

Bruce was then brought out of thoughts when his eyes caught something.
He saw that Robin's gloves now laid beside him as he held a bat-a-rang at his wrist about to press down. Bruce quickly moved forward to prevent his son from going down this path, but when he pulled the bat-a-rang away he saw two fresh cuts bleeding heavily down his son's arms. 
Bruce quickly wrapped Dick up safely in his arms and bandage him up. After his cuts were cleaned, stitched and wrapped but Dick's walls broke down and he began to cry heavily then leaping forward, throwing his little arms tightly around Bruce's neck. 

Dick's arms against Bruce's neck were so tight as if he felt like the world was going to swallow him up.
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Bruce opened his eyes and looked at Dick. 

Dick had just done something very similar to his memory. Except this time, Dick didn't seemed to believe the world was going to swallow him up, but this time, if he let go of Bruce he would be lost, alone and never have anyone to care about him ever again. Dick's grip on his neck told him that Dick was fearful of losing him, as if he had just watched him disappear before him only seconds ago.

He then slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dick's warm forehead and gave him a tiny kiss. Bruce then moved back and glanced down at Dick's arms, he could see his wrists bloody and bruised from the cuff he was in. Bruce then traveled a little farther downwards and gently rubbed his thumb over two faint white scars on Dick's arm. They were faint, but if you looked closely you could see them and see that they were deep cuts.

Bruce sighed.

"I'm sorry Dick. I've failed you...again'' whispered Bruce as a tiny tears trailed down his cheek.