Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

and thats on ✨authors shitty mental health✨

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Dick's depression spirals out of control and it seems as though no one can save him. (just wanted to let you guys know that i aM aware that Dick speaks Romani and not Romanian but i can't find a translator for Romani so Romanian is what you get-)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: depression, suicidal thoughts, drug use

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Richard Grayson laid silently in his bed, completely unmoving. If one were to walk in on him, they might even assume he was dead. And... Dick wouldn't mind that-- being dead, I mean. In fact, those days he was actually hoping for it. Sometimes he would fantasize about dying one way or another-- while on patrol, in a car crash, maybe even by his own hands...
He didn't care so much how it happened, rather that it just happened at all...

But, then, he would think about Jason, Bruce, Alfred, Tim, and, worst of all... Damian...
How would his lil' D react to his big brother dying? How could Dick do that to him? Dick was all the little Robin had... He was the only one the little Robin trusted...

Damian wouldn't be able to comprehend why Dick was gone. And Dick wouldn't be there to explain it to him. Sure, he could leave a note but what good would that really do?

"Grayson!" a loud, child's voice banged on Dick's apartment door, pulling the eldest Wayne son from his dark thoughts. "Grayson, open up! I know you're in there!"

Dick just sighed to himself and continued to play dead. For one, his head hurt too bad to endure Damian's questions. And two, he didn't need Dami seeing him like that and getting worried.
Dick prayed remaining quiet would make the kid go away. But, alas, his silence did no good. Dami just busted the door down and scanned the small living space for his missing brother. It didn't take him long to find said brother laying in a pile of blankets on his bed.

"Grayson, where the hell have you been?" Damian inquired as he plopped down on his big brother's bed. "Me and the imbeciles have been looking for you all afternoon."

Dick just kept his mouth closed— along with his eyes. Pretend he was asleep. That gag always worked, right? He was facing away from Damian so it wasn't like the kid could really study his face anyway. And Dick really was so tired... Maybe if he could just sleep for a few minutes, all the pain would go away...

"Grayson?" Damian asked, voice a bit softer than before. When Dick didn't answer, the younger boy went quiet and Dick prayed the Robin had decided to leave him alone. And... maybe he would have if his brothers didn't choose that exact moment to barge into his apartment just as his youngest sibling had done just moments before.

"Dick?!" Jason called loud as could be. "Di-"

"Todd," Dick jumped up and met his brothers, "if you don't shut your stupid face right now, I'm gonna throw you out the window."

Dick couldn't see his brothers but he could just picture the annoyingly confused look on Jason's face. "What? I didn't even do anything-"

"You're gonna wake him up," Damian hissed at his older brother. If he were feeling normal, Dick would've smiled at that. But he wasn't feeling normal and a smile felt like the furthest thing in the world from what Dick wanted to do.

"Wake him up?" Tim asked worriedly. "It's three in the afternoon. Why would he be sleeping right now?"

"Believe it or not, Timothy," Jason started dryly, "some people actually need sleep to function like a normal human being. Maybe he's just been patrolling too much recently..."