Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

this one's cute in a sad way tho

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2479

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Batfam!AU where the BatBros™️ are living on the streets together.

(ages:

dick - 17

jason - 15

tim - 13

damian - 12)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: just a lotta angst lmao

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"C'mon, Dami," Dick sighed tiredly, but kept a worn smile on his face as he tried to get his youngest brother to eat the stale bread. "You gotta eat, Lil' D. You're gonna get sick if you don't."

Damian sassily put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes at his older brother, "And you won't? I had something to eat this morning, Grayson. It's your turn."

Dick shook his head to himself, shoving the bread into the twelve-year-old's hands, "Take it, Damian. Either you eat it or I give it to Tim."

Damian glared at the older boy, crossing his arms stubbornly. "Fine. Give it to Drake. But I will not eat the food that is rightfully yours."

Dick rubbed his forehead, letting out a deep exhale. "If I have a little, will you eat the rest?"

Damian considered this for a moment and finally decided it was, in fact, the best option. He gave a curt nod and watched as Dick tore the bread, giving the dramatically bigger piece to Damian— who was not happy about that one bit. But, for the moment, he was just happy he got his big brother to eat anything at all. All four brothers were hungry, yes, but Dick was the only one who was dangerously so. Fuck him and his goddamn hero-complex, Damian thought.

The Wayne brothers had been on the streets for seven months. It was discovered that their father, Bruce Wayne, was Batman and was arrested; his butler, Alfred, arrested right along with him for being an accomplice. Suddenly all alone in the world, the boys decided that, rather than going into the system, they would take their chances on the streets.

Dick had been just sixteen at the time, being the only one old enough to try and provide for his siblings. Of course, Jason wanted to help, but the only money he could manage to scrap up was obtained illegally... Dick put a stop to that pretty quickly.

The downside to doing things the right (legal) way was that it didn't make nearly enough to pay rent and provide food and other necessities. So, the brothers ended up on the streets.

Their system was this: every morning at six, Dick went to work at a burger place down the street. Jason would watch the two younger boys and keep away potential kidnappers and such. On Dick's way home from work at about five in the evening, he would stop at the market and buy what they needed for dinner and whatever else was necessary for survival (granted he had enough money for it). When he arrived back at his and his brother's spot, he'd prepare dinner, feed his siblings, sneak them into a motel room where they'd take showers and brush their teeth, go back to their 'home,' and take a couple hour nap before heading off for his night job. While he was gone, Tim and Jason took shifts keeping watch. Typically, Dick would arrive back at their makeshift home around four or five, then the day would start all over again. So far, it'd been working out pretty well.

Of course, it was a bit of an adjustment going from being the richest kids in Gotham to not even being able to provide three meals a day. But they were doing it. And they were doing it rather well at that.