Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1265

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: After Wally's death, Dick blames himself and only sees one way to fix it. (i'm so sorry you guys lmfaoo i keep making dick be all sad and depressed. iTs mY wAy oF cOmMuniCatiNg wiTh tHe wOrlD)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: depression, s*icidal thoughts/actions, death

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Dick always had trouble with emotions. Not feeling them— no, that was never the problem. The issue was properly dealing with them.

For example, when Wally dumped Dick to try to fix things with Artemis, Dick was justifiably quite upset. And how he dealt with it? Well... he punched a hole in the wall and smoked a dangerous amount of weed.

Another example, when Bruce replaced Dick with a newer, better version of a son, Jason. Dick was jealous and hurt and betrayed. So, naturally, he didn't eat anything for nearly a week.

Finally, example C: Dick gets his best friend, ex-lover, and soulmate (all the same person) killed on a mission, making everyone turn on him and treat him like shit. You may be wondering how he dealt with this pain. And the answer is he didn't— not one goddamn bit. He bottled it up, throwing himself into work until he could no longer stand.

Now, let's mix all of these examples plus, oh, a thousand or so similar others and try to picture how Dick is dealing. Luckily, I have the answer, which just happens to be: sitting on a roof, borderline hoping to fall off. Everyone's idea of a good time, right? Well, it was Dick's anyway...

Or, at least, it was until someone decided to come along and ruin it...

"Whatcha doin' up here, Dickie?" a playful, yet worried voice asked as it's owner took a seat next to Dick, who looked over to see his brother staring at him with a concerned expression.

"I could ask you the same thing, Jaybird," Dick smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes and he was certain Jason noticed. And, alas, he was right.

"Well, I figure that's pretty obvious, big brother. I'm here to make sure you don't jump."

Dick couldn't help but laugh at his brother's bluntness. "Gee, nice to know you have so much faith in my will to live."

Jason's smile faltered a bit, his eyes searching Dick's face for some sort of sign on how to deal with the situation they found themselves in. "I mean... we both know things haven't exactly been easy lately. And I- I know you take stuff to heart more than most people..."

Dick smiled emotionlessly, "Some people would think that's a good thing."

Jason nodded slowly, chewing on his lip as he turned his attention to the broken city before him. "It is... usually. I mean, I wouldn't trade your annoying ass hugs and love for anything, Dickie— I really wouldn't. But, y'know... you can't feel the amplified good without feeling the amplified bad, too..."

Maybe I deserve to feel the amplified bad... Dick thought to himself, staring down at the cold concrete below him.

"No. I can see those stupid ass thoughts up there in that stupid ass head of yours," Jason hit his brother. "This isn't your fault, man. None of it is. Wally... that wasn't your fault, Dick. You did what had to be done and it was the right choice."

Tears began to well in Dick's eyes, guilt and self-hatred coursing through his veins. "Stop... Just... just stop! It was my fault! The whole time, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I missed him kissing me! How much I missed him loving me! My head wasn't clear and I made a choice that cost my best friend his life! So, no! Don't tell me it wasn't my fault!"

If Dick were looking at his little brother, perhaps he would've seen the pure fear in Jason's eyes. Perhaps he would've seen how horrifyingly scared the younger man was that his big brother was about to jump. Perhaps he would've seen that there truly was someone who still cared.

But Dick didn't see any of that for one reason and one reason only: he was staring down at the concrete that would cradle his body in just mere moments. Because Dick had decided. He didn't want to be on this stupid Earth anymore. He wanted to be a long forgotten memory— a ghost of what used to be. He wanted to jump.

And, so, that's exactly what he did.

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(𝗮/𝗻: 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀- 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲- 𝘁𝗪𝗼 𝗵𝗢𝘂𝗥𝘀. 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗫𝗗
𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀𝘀𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁... 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼)

"Grayson- Grayson! Where is he?!" Damian's panicked voice rang out through the Manor. He raced through the small crowd of people (his family, a few members of the original Young Justice team, and even a couple League members).

"Damian..." the boy was stopped by his father, who wore an tiredly worried expression on his face.

"Where is he?!" Damian demanded, giving Bruce his best bat-glare.

"He's..." Bruce sighed, rubbing his eyes, "he's in the med-bay. But, kid-"

"No!" Damian screamed, turning around to look at all the superheroes crowded in the living room. "You did this!- all of you! You blamed him and scorned him, and now look! He shouldn't be the one to kill himself, you all should! Dick is a better person than all of you combined!"

Ignoring the guilty looks spreading around like fire, Damian took off towards the med-bay, and, for the first time in his life, prayed. God, Damian prayed hard as he ran to his brother.

"Dick!" the thirteen-year-old screamed as his big brother— the only person he truly loved— came into view. Damian didn't even spare a look to his two other brothers as he threw himself onto Grayson, laying his small head on Dick's chest to listen for a heartbeat. Damian wouldn't be sure his brother was alive until he heard a heartbeat.

And he did.

Tears of relief streamed down Damian's face as he held onto the older boy as if he'd disappear if he didn't. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for said boy to hug him back and whisper, "It's alright, Lil' D. I'm okay."

The child's tears just increased as he buried his face in his brother's shirt.
"Why...?" Damian cried, his tears soaking Dick's white t-shirt. "Why did you try to leave me...? You promised, Grayson... You promised you would never leave me..."

Damian could've sworn he heard his brother's normally calm voice shake with emotion as he forced out, "I'm sorry, Dami. I'm so- I'm so sorry."

"What- what if Todd hadn't been there?!" Damian screamed into Dick's chest, his voice cracking with pain. "What if he hadn't caught you before you hit the fucking ground?! You'd be dead and I'd be alone!"

"I'm so sorry, Dami," Dick cried, his entire body shaking. "I- I was just in so much pain. It was- it was so selfish. I'm so- I'm so fucking sorry."

Damian forced himself to stop crying and look into his brother's broken, blue eyes. He couldn't take the guilt of making Dick feel even worse— no matter how angry or hurt he was. "Just- just promise me you won't try it again...?"

Dick nodded, his face stained with tears, "I- I promise, Dami... I'm not ever gonna leave you..."