Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

men can be victims too and if you say otherwise, fuck you

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1976

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: After being severely taken advantage of, Dick manages to find his way home. (the timeframe may be a lil bit off on this but i really wanted to add some dick/damian fluff so jus go with it-)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: !!!! s*xual assa*lt !!!! read with caution !!! (this is based on what Catalina did to Dick. it gets a lil graphic in the beginning so pleaseeee be careful guys. <33)

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So sorry, Bruce... I'm so sorry...

Dick hadn't even heard Catalina come up behind him.

I failed you- I-

She'd turned him around and said in a tone that Dick hadn't even noticed until it was too late, 'Don't talk to yourself, Querido. Talk to me...'

Dick had just looked up in the pouring rain and met the beautiful girls eyes before starting to apologize profusely. 'I failed you... utterly. Catalina, I'm so, so sor-'

But the girl just shushed him. And before Dick could comprehend what was happening, Catalina was on him. He said no, he tried to push her off, but... he wasn't strong enough...

Even hours later, as Dick stumbled to the pouring rain, trying to find his way home, he felt like she was still there— still on him...
He was somehow numb and in pain at the same time; he was soaking wet and, yet, dirtier than he'd ever been in his life; his eyes were open but all he saw were colorful blurs.

He didn't know how much time had passed or where he'd been, but, as the rain fell harder than ever, he found himself at the Wayne Manor's front door. It was quiet— eerily quiet. Dick nearly scared himself with how ragged and short his breathing was.
Not even bothering to take his drenched Nightwing suit off, Dick stumbled up the stairs, limp getting increasingly worse as feeling finally starting coming back to his body.

All he wanted was to get in the shower and scrub, and scrub, and scrub until the invasion had been washed away. He wanted to collapse onto his bed and never wake up again. He wanted to push it away, he wanted to forget, he wanted to change the past...

"Dick?" a groggy voice vaguely grabbed Dick's attention. However, he couldn't quite register that whoever it was was talking to him. So, he just kept walking, trying desperately to locate his room.

"Dick...?" the voice sounded concerned now. Why? Dick wondered. Perhaps something was wrong with this person. Perhaps they needed his help.

Mustering all the strength he could summon, Dick turned to see none other than Jason Todd staring at him with worry.

"Jason..." he breathed, eyes fluttering up and down as if in a daze. "Are... are you okay?"

Jason's brow furrowed as he inched closer to his older brother, only to have said brother flinch away.
Jason held up his hands to show he meant no harm. "Whoa, Dickie..." his turquoise irises stared into Dick's own blue orbs (as his mask had been long forgotten). "I think I should be the one asking if you're okay. You're looking a little rough there..."

Dick barely noticed himself shaking his head until he'd stopped. His breathing was shallow, he thought. Or maybe that was just in his head. "I'm- I'm fine."

However, Jason knew his big brother. He knew something was wrong. He knew something was very wrong.
So, he inched a bit closer to the older boy, being cautious and using slow movements. "You wanna tell me what happened, Dickie-Bird?"