Chapter 35:

Chapter 35:

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[David Lance POV]

After I had left to take a shower.

I was greeted by the surprise that Oliver had asked my sister to marry him.

Dinah had said yes.

I was happy for them. Dinah deserved to be with someone she loved and loved her back just as much. And, as immature as Oliver was at times, he loved my sister with all his heart.

He might talk big here and there, but I knew he would shave his precious mustache if Dinah asked him to.

I guess in the end, setting him up with a trap had worked in his favor.

"See, kiddo? You can't escape me!" Oliver chuckled, beaming at me.

I rolled my eyes at him, turning to Dinah with a look that said, you are marrying a child. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

"I know," Dinah sighed, giving me a small playful nod.

"I feel like you two are talking bad about me," Oliver muttered, crossing his arms, his eyes narrowing into thin lines.

"Us?! Never," Dinah gasped for the dramatics.

"Really?" Oliver raised an eyebrow, looking at her in disbelief.

"Fine, we do it pretty often. But we do it with love," Dinah winked.

I smiled, giving the archer a slight nod.

"Well, I don't care I have the most beautiful fiance in the universe and the greatest mustache this world has ever seen. A man can't ask for more!" Oliver declared, pumping his right hand into the air.

"You got the first one right," Dinah chuckled.

"You two envy the mustache's power," Oliver replied, giving Dinah a playful look.

I was avoiding David.

Because I was a coward, that was the harsh yet unavoidable truth.

I was afraid of his reaction to what I had done. I was scared of what telling him meant in the grand scheme of things

At this point, I was simply looking for self-validating excuses to not talk to him, to prolong that talk for as long as possible, taking a ghosting approach to this, ignoring his calls and messages until he simply decided not to call me anymore, which apparently already did.

I hadn't had a single text or call from him in over three weeks.

I didn't feel better at all with this development.

If anything, I felt worse.

Just as Batman had told me, I would feel.

I knew he was right.

But that didn't make it any easier.

I had betrayed everything I thought I stood for just because I wanted validation from others. Risking his life, mine, and many others in the process.

I had tricked him. Abusing his trust in me, for my own benefits.

I had risked so much, for absolutely nothing worth the sacrifice.

After all this time, I was but a child playing hero. I always thought of myself above my peers, kids, and anyone my age, but SURPRISE SURPRISE! All along, I had been the child, one that is willing to lie, to cheat, and more to get his way.

I'm pretty sure that's the definition of a spoiled brat.

How pathetic is that?

I'm not even a normal brat; no! WHY settle there?! I mean, I had to be the worst type of brat, the spoiled kind. Right?!

"Robin," Bruce said, entering the cave, as I worked my frustrations on a training dummy. "I know it's easier said than done. But you have to face the consequences of your actions, sooner or later."

"I know," I replied, punching the dummy, trying to avoid this talk.

"The more you wait, the worse it will be, for you and for him," Bruce added, pulling me into a hug. "You made a mistake; everyone does. It's up to you to learn from it. Remember, when you make a mistake, there are only three things you should ever do about it; admit it, learn from it, and don't repeat it. David might not forgive you right away, but if you show him you learned from this I promise you that eventually, he will open up."

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes as I sighed heavily, letting my head drop on his chest.

"That's how we learn. We learn more from our mistakes than our victories; our mistakes have more to teach us than you might think. Making mistakes does not mean you're a failure. It just means you're trying and learning in life." Bruce said, letting me cry on his suit. "However, you have to remember, son; you can never make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it's no longer a mistake; it's a choice."