Prompt Post - Part Nine [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

[yj_anon]

THIS PART IS NOW CLOSED. YOU CAN CONTINUE POSTING FILLS, BUT PLEASE PROMPT ALL NEW THINGS HERE.

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Part three here!

Part four here!

Part five here!

Part six here!

Part seven here!

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Feel free to reprompt posts from previous parts once. If you do so, I'd recommend leaving a link to your fill on the original prompt,

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I Love This Prompt: Minifill

[anonymous]

(Wow this is really quick and crappy and this is totally what happens when you tell me to write and damn the consenquences. Read it sloooowwwwlllyyy, because that's how life moves sometimes. Why should reading be any different?)

I miss Christmas sometimes.

Christmas really isn't just the holiday, you know. It's the family, the happiness, the youth. The little boy being happy, with his shining face and gleaming eyes. Excitement wound up like a ball in his chest, Mother's light dinner (Dinners are always light but damn does she try) and the entire family, the entire circus gathered around an excuse to be happy.

There is no Christmas in the Batcave, because there is no happiness.

See, of course! It's obvious! Crime never sleeps, much less on Christmas, so why should Batman take a break?

Why should Batman take a break.

Batman forgot a long time ago how to be happy.

Dick still remembers, a little. He remembers the laughing and the Christmas and the good times, a little. Just a little.

Batman doesn't.

How could he? Every memory is dyed red, every moment a tombstone. Every second, every precious drop of life a life without Them.

Dick hates them, a little.

How dare they get in the way of his Christmas, his Batman? Because there's still a little human in there, sometimes, there's still a man who loves (?) him just a little. There's a man deep inside who wants Dick to be happy but is too suffocated by Batman to do it, too suffocated by Sadness and Pain and The Night.

Dick wants to be happy, so he makes his own happiness, with his friends and his cookies and his love and gleaming life.

But Dick has to go home sometime, go home every day, go home to an empty house with only Two and a half people living in it.

There is no Christmas in the Batcave.

Re: I Love This Prompt: Minifill

[catchandelier]

Owww.... My heart just broke... nnrrgh...