Fics like it was not your fault, but mine

Dick’s shoulders burn, his muscles straining in his sockets. He’s not sure he’d even be able to move his legs under him, much less stand on them. His skin is still flared with pain, and it’s getting harder to keep his breathing somewhat even. The chains are digging into his skin hard enough to hurt and cut off his blood flow. He’s exhausted. He wants to go home. He can’t bring himself to open his mouth when Tim leaves. He deserves it. He knows he deserves it. He doesn’t have the right to ask anything of him, not after all the shit he did. He took Robin, he didn’t believe Tim, he let Damian get away with all kinds of the shit he did, he threatened Arkham – and he left Tim to find Bruce on his own. Tim doesn’t owe him anything. It still hurts a little that Tim knows it too, that he’s finally realized Dick isn’t worth putting up with. And isn’t that pathetic? That Tim walking back out without a word, leaving his sorry ass right where it is, spikes a pain in his chest that’s worse than anything else? ~~~ Dick gets caught and tortured. Tim finds him. Dick thinks he doesn't care enough to help him. Tim, frankly, doesn't care what Dick thinks.

Fics like it was not your fault, but mine

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