Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

what's this? *gasp* tEeN tiTaNs

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒'𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜-

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): robrae (in like a bestie kinda way tho-) and birdflash (lord help us- yEs again-)

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3800 (jesus fuhking christ, this is the longest one-shot i've ever written-)

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: The Teen Titans are reminded of their leader's humanity and past.
(aight ages of the teen titans are so all over the place-
this takes place in season one. i know dick's several years away from being nightwing and he becomes nightwing when he's 19. so i'm just saying he's around 15-16 for this one shot. beast boy is 13-14; raven is 15-16; starfire is 16-17; cyborg is 18-19)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n*glect, death

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The Teen Titans aren't human nor are they powerless— they're aliens, they're cyborgs, they're enchantresses, they're changelings. Well... all except for one...

"Are you sure you're okay, Robin?" Cyborg asked as his leader laid back on the couch, resting an ice-pack on the nasty bruise on his cheek. "That bruise looks pretty bad."

"I'm fine, Cyborg," Robin sighed, wincing as his cracked ribs ached in discomfort.

"Oh, but, Robin," Starfire floated off the ground, her brow furrowed in concern, "you have been injured. Should we not take you to the medical bay?"

Robin chuckled, watching as the team stared at him in worry. "I promise, guys. I'm okay. This is nothing I haven't had before."

Beast Boy frowned, "But, still, dude, you could at least get some medicine or something."

Robin smiled but just shook his head again. "What is with you all today? This isn't the first time I've been hurt on a mission."

The team exchanged a glance, each with their own sense of concern.

"After you got hurt last month..." Raven started, "we couldn't help but remember that you're not like us— you don't have powers. You're just... human. It puts you in greater danger."

At these words, Robin sat up and cocked an eyebrow at his team. "Seriously? That's what this is? You all know I can beat any of you in a spar, right?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"But nothing," Robin said in a firm, yet gentle tone. "You guys have nothing to worry about. I've been fighting and training since I was nine. I don't-"

"Nine...?" Beast Boy repeated, a semi-horrified look on his face.

The realization of what he'd said crossed Robin's face as he let out a soft groan. He massaged his forehead and sighed before meeting his team's gaze again. "That wasn't the point I was trying to make-"

"No, but you said it," Raven stared at the raven-haired boy with a furrowed brow. "Seriously, Robin? What sicko turned you into a vigilante at nine years old?"

Robin closed his eyes for the briefest moment, shoving any emotion so deep within him, it'd probably never find its way back up. "Batman," he replied, reopening those beautiful blue eyes that his team would never see.

"But- but what of your parents?" Starfire asked loudly, obviously very troubled by this new piece of information about her leader. "Did they not have an issue with the man of bats training you at such a young age?"