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<12> How do we help?

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Dick started mumbling fast in his native tongue, which woke up Bruce. And, in all honesty, Bruce wasn't surprised. He was ready for the kid to have nightmares.

Not only had he just got emotions back. He was tortured. So yah, Bruce wasn't surprised.

But was Bruce worried? Yeah. Even if your prepared it's still unsettling to see your kid scared when he should be peaceful.

Nonetheless, Bruce quickly got out of the bed and held down his son who was tossing and turning.

"Hey, hey it's alright Dick. Calmeaza-te esti bine, Sunt aici Sunt aici" (Calm down your fine, I'm here I'm here) All done by Google Translate.

Bruce knew what to do. He remembered the first year he had gotten Dick. Back when he still had emotions and was grieving his parents death. And if there was one thing that always pulled Dick out of a nightmare, it was Romanian.

And how right Bruce was.

Dick shot up, gasping for air. Eyes glossed over, brain still living in the dream.

Bruce pulled his son into a hug, squeezing him tight. Dick wrapped his arms around the Dark Knight, shaking.

"What was that Bruce?" Dick whispered. He pulled away from his adoptive father and looked at him with confusion and anger and fear all swirled up on his face.

Bruce smiled softly and spoke calmly. "It was just a nightmare Dick. You had them before remember?" Dick didn't speak just looked down at his hands. Bruce looked at them, wondering if they were hurt somehow.

"What wrong? Was it the dream? Do you want to talk about it?" Bruce asked, slight worry growing in his voice. Dick continued started at his hands in horror.

"There was blood." Dick whispered, Bruce barely caught it. "There was so much blood."

Dick's hands began to shake as he stared at them in disgust. "It was everywhere. All over my hands, all over me." Bruce grabbed his hands and cupped them in his own. Dick continued to stare wide-eyes at them.

Shaking his head trying to get rid of the images, Dick pulled his hands away from Bruce.

"What's wrong, Dick?" Bruce asked again, he didn't expect Dick to pull away. After nightmares back then he wouldn't want Bruce to leave.

Snapping his head up at Bruce with a newfound rage, Dick started to yell at the Caped Crusader.

"It wasn't mine! It was your's! And their's! And Alfred's! And not mine! Not mine!" After his outburst his face contorted into pure shock. The boy curled in on himself and started to shake like he was out in a blizzard.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He mumbled over and over again into his knees. Bruce sat on the bed, trying to process all that had happened in about eight seconds.

Bruce tried to help his boy. He tried to go in for a hug, Dick loved hugs.

But not today.

Not today.

Dick let out a grunt of distaste as he pushed Bruce off of him. Then tears began to fall from his eyes and he went in to hug Bruce.

Bruce held him close, trying to figure out how to help him.

But there was no 'good way'. Dick was going through every emotion possible and letting them out all at once. Which resulted in one reaction then the next, even if they contradicted each other entirely.