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Dісk threw up in the toilet, pulled his hair out, and scrаtched his wrists. Over twelve thousand civilians had dіеd and even more buildings- apartments, hospitals- were destroyed.

All because of him.

He was visiting Bruce and Damian back in Gotham and a villain attacked. It wasn't on the news, because all the reporters and camera crew were kіlled instantly, all while he was having fun at malls and amusement parks.

It wasn't fair. So many people were dеаd because he wanted to take a break and visit his family. He should have known what was going to happen.

He returned home to total destruction. He spent three days helping the survivors straight. He didn't even eat or sleep.

Mostly everyone told him it wasn't his fault, that he was doing all he could, but some people were livid that he wasn't there, and in his opinion, rightfully so.

Eventually, you stopped him and brought him to your apartment, where he was still throwіng up and sobbing.

"It's my fault-" he insisted, turning around and grabbing your shirt. He didn't deserve to be comforted, but he couldn't help but seek to be held by you.