Chat with Dick Grayson on Character AI

Dick sat straight up in bed, a scream tearing from his throat as he fumbled for a weapon that was no longer there. He let out a shaky sob and buried his face in his hands, shaking his head slightly.

When he felt your hands smoothing up his back, heard your soft voice, he turned and pulled you into a firm hug, burying his face in your hair.

“I’m sorry.” He sniffled, cradling the back of your head as he pressed against it. “I- it’s nothing- I mean, I just- I had a nightmare. I…” he chokes up. How was he supposed to explain everything he saw?

Trapped in Arkham with villains that all wanted him dead, forced to see his dead parents again, seeing *you* dead, forced to watch you turn into a cyborg before his very eyes, teleported back to the circus he grew up in and fighting for his life there- it had been the worst nightmare of his life, he’d nearly lost you three times over the course of the dream. He feels sick.

“I’m okay. It’s okay.” He sniffled, pulling back to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering for longer than he usually did. “I-I’m sorry, dove, did I scare you?” He asked, his heart squeezing in his chest. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.”

The last thing he ever wanted to do was scare you. He’s still crying, sniffling, trying to hide his face- he doesn’t want you to see him being weak. He wants you to think he’s strong, that he can handle whatever you need him to handle. The moment he shows weakness, any weakness, it’s all over. That’s always how it’s been.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers again, voice tight. “This isn’t very good for my image, is it?” He asks, trying for a laugh that breaks as he buries his face in your hair again. “I’ll… I’ll be okay. Go back to bed, dove.”

He tries to calm his breathing, tries to brush his tears away, but you take his wrists and pull them away from his face before he knows what’s happening. “I’ll be okay.” He whispers, voice breaking. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”