Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 840

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Dick struggles to deal with Jason's death (i'm such a horrible person lmfaooo) (also, let's pretend like this timeline is canonically correct-) (i know it's not tho so don't come at me-) (it's just a weird reversed!fic)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: depression, death, s*icidal thoughts/actions, all that normal jazzz

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"Robin B01."

"Robin?" Wally repeated with a furrowed brow. What was Rob doing there? He was supposed to be on a mission with Bats and his older brothers.

Curiosity taking over, Wally super-sped to the Zeta Tubes to meet his boyfriend. What he found however... was a sobbing, broken little bird collapsed on the floor.

"Dick?!" Wally fell to his knees by Dick, pulling the younger boy into his arms. "Dick, what happened?!"

Dick just shook with emotion, his tears soaking Wally's red t-shirt. He couldn't even get a single word out...

"Dick- Dick, baby, talk to me," Wally breathed, worry settling in the pit of his stomach. Something was truly, horribly wrong if Dick Grayson was showing this much emotion right out in the open for anyone to see.

"J- J- Jason," Dick sobbed, his small frame pressed against Wally's chest. "He- he- he-"

"He what?" Wally asked softly, fearing he already knew the answer to that question.

"He's... he's dead," Dick cried, burying his head even further into the crook of Wally's neck.

"Oh, my God..." Wally felt tears prick at his eyes. But he couldn't cry— not then. He had to be brave for Dick. He had to remain strong. So, he wrapped his arms even tighter around his boyfriend and whispered comforting words.

By this time, Wally and Dick's teammates had crowed into the doorway, watching with wide-eyes as the scene unfolded— which wasn't good. Wally knew he had to get Dick to somewhere more private before too much secret identity information was given up.

Forcing the little bird to stand just long enough for Wally to pick him up in his arms, the speedster hurried back to Dick's room. The youngest Wayne son's grief drove him to his knees the second Wally set him back down on the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Dickie," Wally whispered, scooping the boy in his arms and carrying him to the bed where he just held the younger boy tightly in his toned arms. "If- if I could do anything to bring him back here to you, I would. I just... I'm so- I'm so sorry..."

Dick's entire body shook violently as an endless supply of sobs tore roughly from his chapped lips. "I miss him so fucking much... It- it hurts so bad, Wally..."

A tear slipped down Wally's face as he ran his fingers through his boyfriend's raven hair. "I know, baby... I know and I'm so sorry..."

"Robin!" a voice echoed through the Mountain, making Wally perk up in surprise. Dick, however, didn't seem to have heard the loud voice. If he did, he didn't let on. He just laid there, curled up in himself.

"Robin!" the voice called again, closer this time. Wally feared perhaps it was an intruder, but if that were true, the team would've stopped whoever it was.

"Rob-" the door swung open, revealing two boys in their late teens, both with worried and grief-ridden looks plastered on their faces. Though, the worry faded a bit when they saw the boy laying in the bed.

"Jesus, you scared us..." the younger one sighed, entering the room with his companion. They both spared a glance to Wally, nodding their heads toward the door as if telling him to leave— which, of course, he refused. He did, however, step back a bit to give the boys some room. Because, after all, the boys were Dick's brothers, Damian and Tim.

"Grayson?" the older boy asked as gently as he could muster, him and Tim taking a seat next to their little brother.

They received no answer, the youngest boy too caught up in his own grief to even realize his family was sitting there with him.

"Dickie..." Tim stated softly, running his fingers through his brother's hair to try to get his attention. And, finally, he succeeded.

Those big, blue eyes looked up and met those of his big brother. Tears streamed down his pale face as he threw himself into Tim's arms, rough sobs racking his body.

"It's okay..." Tim whispered, gently rubbing circles on the boy's back. Though, Wally could see Tim's own stream of tears running down his face. And Damian... well, Damian didn't show a lot of emotion, but the crease between his brow indicated quite a bit of pain.

"We're gonna be okay..." Tim softly assured Dick. He glanced over at his older brother, pulling him, too, into a tight embrace. All three bat-brothers just sat there, huddled together. But... there was a hole in each of their hearts. A hole that only their brother could fill. But he was gone. And he was never coming back...