tenor - a yj short story

¡CHAPTER TWO¡

     Dick took a deep breath, about to sing for the first time in a year.

Twelve monthes.

Three hundred sixty five days.

Eight thousand seven hundred sixty hours.

Two hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.

Dick shook his head, beginning his song.

"Este pentru dumneavoastră" (This is for you) Dick said, starting the song he spent a year writing.

"All around me are familier faces,

Worn out places, worn out faces."

Dick thought about his team, his friends, as his beautiful Tenor voice flowed through the halls.

He thought about Haleys circus, his family, the Tenor made its way into the air vents.

He thought about his brothers, and how they made him laugh, the song made it way into his teamates ears.

They were here.

"Bright and early for their daily races,

Going nowhere, going nowhere"

Dick thought about all the times missions failed.

He thought about The Teen Titans, the Team, his brothers, Batman.

Everything always seemed to turn out right in the end.

"Their tears are filling up their glasses,

No expression, no expression"

Batman always said it was bad to show your emotions.

To let people know they are hurting you.

"Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow,

No tomorrow, no tomorrow"

Dick thought about the day his family died.

The day he became an orphan.

He wanted to die.

He wanted to be with them.

"And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad,

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had,"

Dick thought about all the Night Terrors, the Sleep Paralysis, the nightmares, the torture he had endured.

He looked up, trying not to cry.

"I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take,"

He thought about all the times he wanted to tell his friends his secret identity.

He always stopped himself.

Why?

"When people run in circles it's a very, very..."

Dick thought about Wally.

He knew who he really was.

Wally was his best friend.

"Mad world, mad world"

He thought about how disturbing Gotham was.

How insane it was.