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There are always two sides to a person, of that I am 99% sure. One good side dedicated to goodness and the other side - obsessed with being evil. The reason I'm sure of that is this: whenever I am awake, whenever I am asleep - he is always there; lingering in the back of my mind - plotting, always plotting - to kill... I hear him, his plans, his thoughts and his ideals. Even in my dreams I see him - a mirror image of me, he has raven black hair and even dresses in the same fashion as I. Except that he has blood red eyes - a shinigami's eyes - and sometimes wears either a plain dark black baggy shirt and whenever he is commiting killin

Dick stopped mid-step as he entered his roomy bedroom, ice-cold glass of lemonade frozen to his palm, bright blue eyes glued to the sight before him. Wally West was passed out on his floor with no shirt on, sleeping as peacefully as a baby. The teen looked all too comfortable down there, limbs sprawled about in ways Dick didn't even think were possible. He just stood there and watched him, still unsure of what to do. Then a familiar voice calling up to him from the bottom of the stairs snapped him back to reality. "Dick?" Oh shit, Bruce. "I'm coming upstairs! We need to have a little talk. Hide whatever you don't want me to see." The sligh

Why, why was this happening to him? To the both of them? He wanted to scream, to pierce the very souls of the beings responsible for this horror that had been folded out before the pair. His emerald optics were swollen, puffy from the buildup of the feelings eating away at his sanity. "I will never let...you f-fall...i'll stand up for you...forever..." In response to the words flowing out in gasps, he looked down at the broken teen in cradled in his arms that was bleeding profusely with life slipping away from his gorgeous blue eyes every second. The once messy ebony locks of hair were now matted down with blood. And yet with the crimson po

   Dick gritted his teeth and continued walking, ignoring the voice calling out his name. They'd just come back from a mission. A mission which had put him and Wally on a team together.    Nightwing would never let his personal emotions get in the way of a mission. So it had turned out to be a success. But now that they were back he had nothing to say to the red haired speedster. Through out the entire task KF had tried to talk to him privately and he'd avoided it altogether then, he certainly wasn't going to deal with it now.    He felt a sudden rush of air as a yellow flash zoomed past him, and mentally cursed the super speed when he fo