Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

fuck wallace pt 3

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 867

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Whilst Dick's depression spirals, he can't take being in a toxic relationship with Wally anymore. (make sure to read pt 1 and 2 first my dudes) (i know the years in this are messed up but it's my fic and i can do what i want lmao so go w it)

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

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𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Richard John Grayson-Wayne
1991 - 2012
Gone, but never forgotten

Damian stared at his big brother's grave, water streaming down his face. Whether it was tears or rain... well, it was probably both.
His black suit was drenched and, yet, the youngest Wayne wasn't cold. He was too numb to be cold. He couldn't feel anything— not Bruce's hand on his shoulder, not Rachel and Gar's tight hugs, not even Jon's fingers intertwined with his. It was just easier to block everything out— everyone's sympathies and cries and hugs. Internal and external— Damian pushed it all away. Because if he let even one little feeling in, they'd all rush through and drown him. And Damian couldn't afford to drown— not then. He had to stay strong for his brothers, and his butler, and his friends, and, most of all, his father. He couldn't cry. He couldn't. He couldn't show how much goddamn pain he was in. He couldn't show how fucking mad he was— how fucking heartbroken he was. Because that would be acknowledging Dick was gone. And Damian absolutely could not do that.

"Bruce... Dami..." a voice behind the heartbroken father and son started, "I- I'm sorry..."

Damian froze, angry tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he realized who that voice belonged to.

"West," he started in a cold tone without even looking back, "unless you want me to take your head off right here, right now, I suggest you turn around and leave."

"Damian, I-"

"Leave, Wally!" Damian screamed, whirling around to look at the redhead. Tears that he could no longer hold back began to stream down the teenager's face like a waterfall. His face held more emotion in that moment than it had in his entire life. "You fucking did this, you goddamn bastard! Do you have any idea the state he was in?! The state you put him in?! After what you-!" Damian took a deep, shuttering breath and forced himself to lower his face, "After what you said...? You- you broke him. And you're lucky that I don't do that same thing to you..."

A tear streamed down Wally's face, "You don't have to... I'm already broken..."

Damian absolutely exploded, "It isn't about you anymore, West! Every single goddamn day, you made things about you! You ignored him and you used him and you insulted him! And he let you do it! And then when he couldn't take it anymore, you fucking destroyed him! You called him selfish! You called him worthless! And he fucking believed you! So, no, you don't get to be broken! You don't get to have the attention on you! What you deserve is to be rotting in that grave! Not him!"

Wally's tear-stained face disappeared into his pale, shaking hands. "I know all that, Dami! I know! I know I ruined things and I know you'll never forgive me! I don't deserve to have you forgive me!"

Damian couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take this man... this idiot that was supposed to be there for Dick... standing there, still keeping the attention and sympathy on him. He couldn't hold himself back. Letting out a loud, cracking scream, Damian charged the redhead, tackling him to the wet, muddy ground.

"He loved you!" Damian screamed, fists pounding into the speedster's face. "He trusted you with every piece of himself! You broke him! He's gone and it's your fault!"

For the first time in his life, Wally West didn't say anything. He just laid there and let the boy pummel him and beat him until he was unrecognizable. And, still, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. He would never be able to bring Damian's brother back. He would never be able to fix things. He would never be able to tell Dick he was sorry. He would never be able to tell Dick how much he loved him. He would never be able to bring back the love of his life...

"I'm so sorry, Dami..." the redhead cried. "I'm so- I'm so sorry..."

"He loved you...!" Damian's loud screams faded to soft sobs as his father came over and pulled him off of the speedster. The dark-haired boy buried his face in Bruce's jacket, silent cries wracking his small body.

"You should leave, Wally," Bruce stated, anger buried deep within his sad, blue irises.

Wally nodded, swallowing his tears and he stumbling to his feet. He avoided the eyes of people that used to be his friends as he limped over to his car. Taking a deep breath, he got in the drivers seat and drove away.

Little did his old friends and family know, that was the last time they would ever lay their eyes on Wallace Rudolph West.