Okay, just a quick little one shot I wrote in the dead of night. Dunno if I'll maybe continue this. Depends on the reviews I guess. Sorry for any mistakes what so ever and if the story line is a little confusing.

IMPORTANT : This is not in any way slash. Just brotherly fluff.

Disclaimer : If I owned this I wouldn't be posting this here.

Chapter 1 : A Broken Bird

Silence. It's the only thing surrounding the manor. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen where the loyal butler usually resides. The usually blaring tv was silent. The normal loud laughter or the pitter patter of feet hitting the ground during a chase weren't heard. The inhabitants were nothing more than hollow creatures walking around with no hope.

Their youngest inhabitant, a young boy with ebony hair and eyes, was one of the most lifeless among all. He lived life simply as that. Hollow. As an empty lifeless shell, going through life simply because he must. Thinking about what once was and what could have or shouldhave been. He remembered the times he once thought meaningless. The times he took granted for. The smiles he never appreciated, the laughs that he will never hear when he wake up the next day, the calmness that has guided him, the personality that dealt with all his rude comments. The forgotten relationship he once had and the elder brother he will never have again.

Now all he has left were those memories that were meaningless in the eyes of others. And in the eyes who he shared them with.

He laid on the couch, red eyed and pale form all those nights he would wake up screaming his name. But know that he will never respond to him the same way again.

They all say that it will get better. That he will heal. Wounds heal, scars are forever. This scar will last longer than any scar he ever held because it had cut through deeper than the others. It will remain because the blade that had inflicted it came from the hand of the person he loved and yet he will never recall ever even holding the sharp weapon.

None of them understood the pain. They each have their own scars but none as deep as this. They all have their own loss but none has ever came so close to it but know that it's still too far out of reach. He suffered loss before. He's no stranger when it comes to pain or abandonment but none of them can compare to what he's feeling now.

They all expect him to go up to him every day, acting like nothing had happened. At first he thought he could, it was the same person wasn't it? But as time passed, it became too unbearable. Looking into his eyes, yet knowing that he will never remember. Talking to him and yet knowing that it's like talking to a stranger. And doing it all again the day after.

Sometimes he wishes that it could happen to him. Just one hit. One hit. He could leave it all. He would be with him. He would forget. He thought about what if it had been him instead.

He remembered the moment everything stopped for him. He thought that he had made it out alive. That everything is alright. He didn't think about the building exploding. He didn't think to run or duck when he was about to be caught in the explosion. He didn't have time to react when a piece of debris went flying at him. He didn't have time to register his elder brother had saved his life. The only thing he knew was that in one instant he'd been saved and in another he's standing next to his dying sibling.

He didn't know when they reached the watchtower, or when the doctors started the operation. He didn't realize when his tears started falling over. He didn't know that the next time those blue eyes opened, he will be nothing more than a stranger to them. That those eyes will never hold the same love for him that they once did. That those times were lost forever.

At first he didn't have time to think about that. All he could think of was the comatosed body of the man who saved his life. He sat beside him all through that time, afraid that he might lose him should he leave. After a few weeks of waiting, his eyes finally fluttered open but the daze in them did not clear. And they never will.

Now he's a man stuck in time. While the young boy will continue to live forward, the man will stay stuck on that day. He will have to talk to the man every day but know that the very next day, he wouldn't remember anything. His mind unable to recall anything after. Ever again.

It pains the young boy knowing that the man will never again be able to recall him. That he will have to live the rest of his days without the guidance of the one he calls his mentor.

Now all he has is regret. Regret that he didn't treasure those moments. Regret that he didn't spend more time with him when he had the chance. Regret that those times will never come again. Regret of all the times he insulted him. All the times he complained. All the precious moments he never appreciated. All the bad things he said. And regret that now, he will never get a chance to say the things left unsaid.

The boys eyes started getting wet. Tears are forming at its brim but he couldn't cry. He cried enough when he found out about his loss. He cried every night when he realized he's alone again. He sobbed every time he's not there with him.

Just one more day.The boy thinks to himself, Only one more day with him. Is that too much to ask? One day to tell him how much he means to me. About all the things I never said. One more day I can have with my big brother.

"Master Damian?" Said an elderly voice from the front door, breaking the young boy from his thought.

"What is it Pennyworth?" The boy said, his tone lacking its usual sharp edge.

"Master Bruce is here with the young master."

"Alright." The boy said jumping from his spot on the couch. He walked to the door and waited for his family.

A man wearing a black suit with a big build and black hair walked in the mansion first. Then young man walked in after him. He was wearing a simple blue T-shirt and jeans. He had a much more slender build and had black hair and blue eyes.

"Hello father." The boy greeted the larger man then he hesitantly turned to the younger man trying to hold back tears. "Hello, I'm Damian Wayne. It's a pleasure to meet you sir."

"Nice to meet you too." The young man said as he held out his hand.

Damian held back the urge to jump up at him as he shook the man's hand. He wanted to tell him how much he means to him but he couldn't. Not now. Not ever again. The words he never got to say to him floated around Damian's mind.

I love you, Dick. Please don't leave me.

Just to make things clear, in a mission Dick got injured and ended up getting short term memory loss. He doesn't remember anything about Damian and if he sleeps he won't remember anything before he wakes up. So even if he spends the day with Damian he'll forget him completely again the next day. So this isn't the first time Damian talked to Dick after the incident but Dick doesn't remember anything.

Yes I know I have stories I have to update but this has been stuck in my head for a while after a friend of mine told me a story she read. Yes I'll update my other stories as soon as I can.

Anyway, night! It's close to 3 am where I live and I am exhausted! Kinda explains why I sound like I'm in a bad mood in this A/N and the depressing story I guess. Please review!

~Midnight