Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

rip you guys again lol it gets worse

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1360

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: part two to that super depressing story i wrote a couple weeks ago based on heather lmfao. but now it's lewis capaldi (even better right ahaaa) and it's basically Wally dealing with Dick's s*icide

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: s*icide, d*pression, etc

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i fell by the wayside, like everyone else
i hate you, i hate you, i hate you
but i was just kidding myself

Richard John Grayson was gone.

One week ago, he left Wally and Artemis, he walked out of that theme park, he found the top of his adoptive father's building, and he took his own life.

And now... Wally was thinking about everything— every word, every body movement, every breath— trying to figure out just how he missed his best friend suffering.

our every moment, i start to replace
'cause now that they're gone
all i hear are the words that i needed to say

Once Dick was... gone... Wally had started to think about that last day together. What had gone wrong... why Dick had been so upset... why it made him decide life wasn't worth living anymore.

And, as Wally had been expressing these thoughts to Artemis, she revealing to him a world-shattering, life-crushing secret that he was never meant to know.

Dick had liked Wally— like liked. And Wally... Wally had missed it. He missed everything fucking clue. He'd missed the way Dick's face would fall when he'd wrap his arm around Artemis. He'd missed the way a blush would spread on Dick's cheeks whenever Wally took his shirt off at the beach. He'd missed the pure heartbreak visible in his poor best friend's eyes when he'd invited Artemis to the theme park that cold, December day.

And, now... Dick was dead because of it.

when you hurt under the surface
like troubled water running cold
well, time can heal but this won't

Dick had been in so much pain. Wally hadn't even seen... he hadn't seen his best friend— his brother— begin to fade over that last year they had together. How could he not notice...? Looking back, it was completely obvious. But Wally had just been... too caught up in himself and Artemis to even stop and think that he was breaking Dick's heart every goddamn day.

God, how could Wally let this happen...? How could he let his best friend do this to himself...? It was all Wally's fault! If he'd just opened his eyes! If he'd just let himself see what he couldn't make himself believe, Dick would be alive!

so, before you go
was there something i could've said
to make your heart beat better?
if only i'd have known you had a storm to weather

But, then... Wally couldn't help but be angry. At himself, at Artemis, at Dick...

Why hadn't Dick just talked to him? Hadn't he known that Wally would drop everything and be there for him in an instant? He didn't have to jump off the roof that day... he didn't... he didn't have to die! All he had to do was tell Wally what was going on! But, he didn't... and now... he was dead.

But wasn't Wally just being fucking selfish for thinking that? After all, it was his job to be able to tell when something was wrong with Dick. It was his job to protect the younger boy... to keep him safe, and happy, and healthy. He'd failed at all of those things... That was no one's fault but his own...