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fuck wallace pt 2

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 673

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Whilst Dick's depression spirals, he can't take being in a toxic relationship with Wally anymore. (make sure to read pt 1 first my dudes)

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

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Dick couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand being alone, he couldn't stand having no one that loved him, he couldn't stand the pain his loneliness brought with it. He was just so fucking miserable.

Day after day, he just kept waiting for things with Wally to change. Maybe Wally would see what he was doing to Dick, maybe he'd become nicer, maybe he'd give Dick a little attention. But, then again, that was just wishful thinking, wasn't it? Wally would never change. So why was Dick sitting around and wasting his life on a man that was only making him miserable?

"Grayson?"

Dick rolled over in his bed to see a very worried looking Damian standing in his bedroom doorway. The older boy forced a smile on his face for his little brother's sake.

"Oh, hey, Lil' D. When'd you get here?"

Damian furrowed his brow as he slowly approached his big brother, "Five minutes ago. I knocked but received no answer so I let myself in."

Dick nodded, motioning for the younger boy to come closer. "What's up?" he asked. "What'd you come all the way over here for?"

Damian cocked his head in a concerned confusion, "It's been nearly four days since anyone's heard from you. I... I thought something might've happened so I snuck out to come check on you."

"Oh," Dick swallowed the guilt rising within him. "I'm sorry about that, bud. I haven't been feeling great— that's all. Nothing to worry about."

Damian narrowed his eyes in a worried fashion, "No offense, Grayson, but I don't believe that for one fucking second. What's going on?"

Dick sighed, mentally cursing Damian's built-in lie detector. The kid always knew when his brothers were lying...

"It's just some relationship stuff, Dami. Really— it's nothing," Dick sighed, hoping his half-truth would slip past his little brother.

"Relationship stuff?" Damian repeated with a furrowed brow. "Has West done something to harm you? Do I need to remove his limbs from his body?"

Dick laughed half-heartedly, forcing himself to climb out of the comforts of his bed and herd his younger brother into the living room. "Please, no murder, Dee. I promise, I've got it all under control."

Damian frowned, letting out a soft huff. "Well, obviously not. You've been locked away in this apartment for nearly a week. Whatever West has done is clearly bothering you greatly. What can I do to fix it?"

Dick chuckled softly, leading Damian over to the ratty, old couch where both boys sat down. "I appreciate the concern, bud, but— really— I'm fine. Everything is fine."

Damian frowned, but, finally, seemed to believe the older boy. "Fine. But if I find out that imbecile has even looked at you the wrong way, I will slice him in half and feed him to my cats."

At this, Dick actually laughed for the first time in what seemed like months. Gazing down at Damian endearingly, Dick ruffled the boy's dark hair, "Well, thanks, Lil' D. That means a lot. Now... how 'bout I take you back to Gotham before Bruce starts laying bat eggs?"

Damian let out a rare giggle and nodded, "Yes, whatever, Grayson."

Dick chuckled, ruffling Damian's hair once again before grabbing the kid and throwing him over his broad shoulders. "Onward!" he laughed, ignoring Damian's squeals of protest as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐭 3 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-
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