Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

fuck wallace

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 757

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Whilst Dick's depression spirals, he can't take being in a toxic relationship with Wally anymore. (i'm so sorry about this guys. i swear i got nothing on wally and birdflash is my otp-)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: toxic relationship, d*pression, s*icidal thoughts/actions

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Dick Grayson was the unhappiest of the unhappy. It seemed like no matter what he did, he could never shake the sadness within him. He missed his mom and dad, he missed a normal life, he missed joy. There was just a hole in him that couldn't seem to be filled no matter what he did.

And that is exactly why he locked himself away in his room for three days.

No food, no water, no outside communication— nothing.

He just couldn't do it anymore. He was so fucking tired of pretending to be okay, he didn't have the energy it took to respond to even a single text message. Yeah, he was probably being selfish. Yeah, he'd end up regretting his decision. But Dick didn't care— not one fucking bit.

He was so goddamn tired of lying when people asked if he was doing okay. He was so goddamn tired of being the rock for other people. He was so goddamn tired of being alone all the time.

Yeah, he had friends and family, but he couldn't talk to them— not really. Because he had to be there for them and he couldn't do that if he went crying to them over his stupid little feelings.

So, he decided taking a little time for himself couldn't hurt. After all, it was either that or swallowing a bottle of pills. So... he figured the 'lock yourself away' thing was better...

Now, three days later, Dick knew he couldn't hide from the world anymore. It was time to face the dreaded wrath of his unanswered text messages.

Opening his phone, he wasn't surprised to find there weren't a whole lot of them. It made him smile that 80% were from Damian. But, other than that, there were a couple from Bruce, Alfred, his other brothers, the team, and about five from Wally. And said redhead was exactly who Dick decided to start with first. However, he would soon learn that that was a large mistake.

Hey, Dickie, just wanted to see if ur having a good day :) ilyy

Everything okay, babe? I miss you :(

Please text me? I'm getting worried :/

Dickieee??

Babe text me. I'm really, really worried.

Dick I'm serious. Answer me NOW

i'm so sorry walls. i should've answered you sooner
ʳᵉᵃᵈ 12:13 ᵃᵐ

It's fine, Dick. I'm just glad you're alright.

are you okay??
ʳᵉᵃᵈ 12:25 ᵃᵐ

𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠?
ʳᵉᵃᵈ 12:30 ᵃᵐ

𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒
ʳᵉᵃᵈ 12:35 ᵃᵐ

Yeah, I'm fine, babe.

are you sure??
ʳᵉᵃᵈ 12:37 ᵃᵐ

𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦???
ʳᵉᵃᵈ 12:45 ᵃᵐ

Yeah, I just feel like I have to distance myself after someone disappears on me like you did. I mean, I know I'm a terrible person and you'll eventually get tired of me. It's just easier to get it over with now than when you finally leave me for good.

Dick couldn't explain why, but Wally's words just made him explode with anger. He was so fucking mad. He knew he was selfish for being mad, but, God, he was mad. Just for once, he wanted Wally to ask if he was okay. But, he didn't... like always...

But, then, how could Dick be mad? He was the one who disappeared for three days? Granted, it hadn't been for attention like Wally had done so many times before. But, still, Dick had made Wally worry. It was only Wally's right to focus on himself for a moment...

Dick kept telling himself that. Over and over again, that he was the one being selfish and toxic— not Wally. Wally was perfect, Wally loved him, Wally worried about him just as much as he did Wally. But, that simply wasn't the truth...

Dick was caught in a toxic relationship that he just couldn't get out of.

Because he couldn't leave Wally. He loved Wally. But he also knew if life went on like this any longer, he'd explode and say a lot of things he didn't mean. And he definitely didn't want that.

But, then, what could he do? He couldn't leave Wally, he couldn't stay with Wally, he couldn't tell Wally the truth, he couldn't keep lying. There was nothing he could do.

He was trapped.