Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

does this make you cry or are you numb to the world too?

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 725

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: idk just a bunch of angst cuz i be sad rn lmfao

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

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There was a piece missing. A large, unfillable hole took the place Dick's heart used to be. His smile, his laugh, his love... they all died with Wally.

All Dick could do was lay in bed, ice cold without Wally's warm embrace. Those strong, loving arms were no longer there to block out the pain of the world. Everything Dick had held dear... gone.

Wally was gone.

All day long, he heard people knocking at his door, begging him to come out or, at least, let someone in. But he never answered. How could he? How could he go on with life when his star-crossed lover was gone? The only thing— the only fucking thing Dick truly cared for in his life was gone faster than you could blink.

Perhaps it was symbolic... Perhaps Wally was meant to die just as he had lived. Maybe that was what the speedster would've wanted.

But Dick didn't care.

All he wanted was his boyfriend back. God, he wanted his boyfriend back.

He wanted to feel Wally's fingers running through his raven hair; he wanted to smell Wally's cheap cologne as he lovingly wrapped his arms around him; he wanted to hear Wally's musical laugh as he plotted some prank that would surely get both boys in trouble.

He wanted Wally.

He wanted to go back a week. He wanted to change the past. He wanted it to be him that took that bullet instead of his soulmate. God... why hadn't it been him?

Maybe it was selfish to wish he'd died instead of Wally. Maybe it was an asshole move to wish this pain upon the love of his life. But Dick didn't care— not one bit. For once in his life, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to be dead. He wanted Wally to be mourning him.

Maybe... maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe if Dick just killed himself the universe would give Wally back. Maybe only one of them had to die... Maybe that one could be Dick...

A rough sob escaped the young man's chapped lips as he forced himself out of bed, swaying on his feet a moment before stumbling over to the bathroom.

Tears stained his normally flawless skin as he rummaged through the medicine cabinet. Liquid emotion clouded his vision, making it hard to read labels. Though... he supposed it didn't really matter. He'd just swallow them all anyway...

The blue-eyed man was vaguely aware of loud pounding at his door, but something in his mind told him to ignore it. And so he did.

Dick pushed away all thoughts and feelings of the outside world and focused on one thing only:

fixing what was broken.

Maybe his mourning, sleep-deprived plan would work. Maybe his lover would return back to Earth and everything would be okay again. But... if he didn't and Dick was dying just to die... that was okay, too. Because at least he'd be with Wally...

So... Dick did it. He poured as many pills as he could fit into the palm of his hand and shoved them into his mouth, not allowing himself to pull apart his torn lips until each and every capsule had been swallowed. He slid back against the bathroom wall, sobs wracking his body.

For the first time in days, he felt hope. Hope that maybe everything would be okay... All Dick had to do was die and everything would be alright again.

Time passed. Dick had no idea how much, but he figured it'd been several minutes because the pills finally began to work. Resisting the urge to throw up, Dick let exhaustion over take him and allowed himself to fall back onto the tile. A small smile graced his face. Because after so much pain, things seemed to be looking up.

No longer would Dick pretend to be okay. No longer would Dick fight the overwhelming exhaustion that over took him every day. No longer would Dick carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Dick was free.

And, with that one last, comforting thought, Dick let his bright blue eyes flutter close for the very final time.