Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash *giggles in fangirl*

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1598

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: When Wally finds out Dick's being bullied in school, he takes matters into his own hands.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: bullying (obviously), angsty teenage thoughts

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Richard Grayson was smart— abnormally smart. He was also abnormally small. Which, in a grand place like high school, makes for an... unsafe... learning environment. And, by 'unsafe,' I mean fucking torture.

"Hey, Circus Freak!" a member of the football team smirked, approaching Dick as the young boy tried to sneak to lunch. However, he failed at the sneaking part... badly.

"What do you want, Steven?" Dick grumbled, eyes glued to the floor. His was a stupid question, really. He knew what Steven wanted. Hell, the entire school knew what Steven wanted.

"Hmm..." Steven paused a moment, a look of faux contemplation on his face before grinning and deadpanning, "world peace." And, with those two words, he shoved Dick to the ground, giving him a few nice kicks to the gut for good measure before stalking off, his evil laugh echoing after him.

Dick, quite positive his ribs were at least severely bruised, winced as he struggled to get to his feet. He took a deep breath, composing himself, before heading for the cafeteria...

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"Robin-B01."

Wally absolutely lit up as the sound of his boyfriend's arrival echoed through Mount Justice.
The speedster immediately took off for the zeta tubes, leaving a flustered Megan and Artemis behind. He didn't care though because it'd been two days since he'd seen Dick— two full days! It'd been absolute torture...

"Rob!" Wally slid to a stop in front of the youngest number of the Young Justice, a wide grin on each boy's face.

"Wally!" Robin dropped his training gear and threw his arms around his boyfriend. Wally could smell Dick's expensive shampoo as the younger boy buried his head in the speedster's neck.

Wally sighed contently, feeling happier than he had in days. He squeezed his eyes shut as he happily breathed in Robin's familiar scent. "God, I missed you..."

"I missed you more..." Dick uttered softly, voice muffled by his contact with Wally.

"Get a room!" a loud, echoing voice called from a distance, causing Wally to shoot a glare in it's direction. It was probably Connor— it always was...

"Shut it, Super-brat!" Wally's voice carried through the hollow halls of Mount Justice.
When the speedster received no answer, he returned his attention to his boyfriend— which is when he noticed something wrong.

Dick just looked... broken— both physically and mentally. His hand seemed to holding his side as if he were in pain, his skin was abnormally pale, and his tiny body was hunched over like he couldn't stand up straight even if he wanted to.

"Rob...?" Wally asked, voice laced with concern. "Is everything okay?"

Of course, Dick pasted on a smile and nodded. "Yeah, everything's great." He gripped Wally's hand and started the trek towards the kitchen. "So, what's new around here?" he asked in a horrid attempt to change the subject.

However, Wally wouldn't let him get away with it.

"Robin..." the speedster warned in a low voice. "If you don't tell me what's going on, I will call Batman."