Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

this one makes me happy lmao

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 817

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: The Batbros being soft for 817 words straight

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: painandpearljam

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Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth were out for the night, which meant only one thing.

Wayne brother movie night.

"It's my turn to pick!"

"Nuh uh! It's mine!"

"Grayson, tell Drake it's my turn!"

"Dick, tell Demon Spawn it's my turn!"

Dick sighed dramatically, watching his two youngest brothers battle to the death over who would pick the movie. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. His headaches always seemed to worsen whenever his brothers were around... But, alas, it didn't matter! Because they were his brothers and he loved them— even if they could be annoying little assholes sometimes.

"Either you two pick one together or I'll let Jaybird pick... and we all know we definitely don't want that."

Damian and Tim's eyes widened as they exchanged a look, obviously remembering the movie Jason had picked the last movie night.

"So, I'm thinking Disney-"

"Yeah, I agree."

Dick chuckled to himself, obviously quite proud that he got the arch-enemies to get along even for the briefest of moments. However, the chuckle increased into a laugh when Jason cocked an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong with my movies?"

Without skipping a beat, Damian turned back and deadpanned, "They make us want to jump of a cliff."

Jason scoffed, turning defensive, "Alright, well, at least my movies don't have little blonde girls singing to birds."

Dick laughed, ruffling the pouting Jason's hair, "Aw, you know Cinderella's your favorite, Jaybird. It's okay. You don't have to be a macho touch guy around us. If you wanna sing along, you sing along."

Jason gave Dick a look that was the equivalent of fuck you. His blue, almost turquoise, eyes were narrowed— but Dick didn't buy the whole 'psychotic murderer' thing for one second. Jason was just as happy as Dick was to be spending time with his brothers— even if he didn't show it as much as Dick.

However, Jason's supposed love for his brothers certainly made itself clear when Tim yelled out.

"Dibs on sitting next to Dick!"

The other two not like that one bit.

Damian went into full assassin mode, tackling Tim to the ground before he could get within even ten feet of their oldest brother.

"No way, Drake! I already called dibs on sitting next to Grayson!"

All Dick could do was watch the scene unfold with an endearing smile. Should he have broken up the fight? Yes. Did he, though? No, absolutely not.

"You're both wrong," Jason growled, scooting in closer to Dick. "I'm sitting next to Dick."

Both younger boys glared at their older brother and shouted in unison, "Fuck you, Todd!"

Dick laughed, looking down at his two youngest brothers tangled up together, limbs sticking out everywhere. "Alright, alright. Stop it, you guys." He shot each of them a loving grin. "I'm sure we can figure out a way for you all to sit next to me without any cold-blooded murder taking place.

Dick decided to ignore the disappointed aw, man that came from Jason and, instead, scooted to the very center of the couch, leaving room for a brother on each side of him and one on his lap.

Still glaring daggers at each other, the three youngest Waynes began to take their respective seats— Jason on Dick's right, Tim on Dick's left, and Damian curled up in Dick's lap. Once they all finally got settled, Dick turned on the movie and enjoyed the first pure silence (besides the movie, of course) in days.

However, the silence did not last long as Jason suddenly stated, "I'm hungry." Which started a chorus of me too's.

Dick sighed, shaking his head to himself, "Oh, sure. Now you all agree."

The three younger boys smiled sheepishly as Dick climbed out from the pile of brothers and started into the kitchen. It was but moments later he returned, putting his acrobatic skills to good use as he balanced snacks on just about every limb of his body.

Three sweet thank you, Dick's echoed through the dark room as the food was quickly devoured— mainly by Jason.

Dick couldn't help but chuckle as he retook his position in the center of his three little brothers, each of them clinging onto him like it was a competition as to who could hold on the longest.

However, no more trouble arose— much to Dick's enjoyment. And, as per usual, the oldest boy made it but halfway through the movie before beginning to nod off. Soon after, also a recurring event, his brothers took Dick's stillness as an invitation to lay down on him like a pillow until they too began to fall asleep one-by-one.

And, when morning came, that's exactly how the boys' father and butler found them, still fast asleep.