Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

"no, grandma, i'm not going to church this christmas"

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1487

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Damian tries to cheer Dick up on Christmas.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: just a buncha bat-angst

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"Please, Dami?" Dick pouted, giving his little brother his best puppy look.

"I'm not wearing the stupid sweater, Grayson," Damian declared, shooting the older boy a glare. There was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna wear matching Christmas sweaters with his stupid brothers. If it was just Dick... maybe. But dumb and dumber (aka Tim and Jason)? Absolutely not.

"For me...?" Dick pleaded, giving the boy the saddest look he could muster. "C'mon, little bro..."

Goddamn it, Damian sighed. Leave it to Dick to completely break his resolve...
"Fine. But you're taking me to the arcade tomorrow."

Dick absolutely beamed, a wide grin on his face. "Deal."
He shoved the ugly outerwear into Damian's hands— much to the boy's dislike.

The former-assassin grumbled some unrepeatable words under his breath before begrudgingly pulling the itchy sweater over his head. He might've given in to wearing it, but he certainly wouldn't act happy about it.

"Oh, my God," Dick just about squealed as he stared at Damian being swallowed by the oversized clothing.

"Jesus..." a voice in the doorway stifled a laugh— Jason (wearing a matching sweater, of course). The second-eldest Robin entered the living room, eyes wide with joy as he studied his youngest brother. Finally, he glanced over at Dick, "This is almost better than the rush of cold-blooded murder."

"Holy Batman-" Dick exhaled exasperatedly, practically emitting a face-palm vibe. He shook his head at his brother, "What did I tell you about talking about murder?"

"That it has to wait until the new year..." Jason grumbled, staring begrudgingly at the floor.

"Good," Dick smiled, wrapping an arm around each of his brothers' necks— much to their disdain. "Now, boys, go find Tim, Alfred, and Bruce. Family photos are in exactly 7 minutes."

The two younger Robin's exchanged an amused look, but did as their big brother said. They scurried off and soon returned with Bruce, Alfred, and Tim in tow— all wearing scowls.

"I was in the middle of baking a cake!" Alfred exclaimed.

"And I was in the middle of eating the frosting he was using for the cake!" Tim also exclaimed.

"I just don't want to be here," Bruce deadpanned.

"Oh, come on!" Dick sighed dramatically, giving each and every member of his family a bat-glare. "All I'm asking for is one little family photo! Is that such a big deal?"

"Yes!" Tim narrowed his eyes at his older brother as he scratched at his matching bat-sweater. "This thing itches, dude!"

Dick just held Tim in a staring contest, inching closer to the younger boy. "I... don't... care..." Dick smiled sweetly. "You're gonna wear the sweater and you're gonna like every second of it."

Tim, eyes widening, nodded briefly and stepped back a bit.

Dick smiled at his family as they got into position, "Good." He sighed happily, putting the camera in place and pressing a timer button before hurrying to take his spot. Of course, Dick and Alfred were the only ones to smile, but Dick was just glad he got his whole family to stay still long enough to snap the photo.