Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

this is a stupid plot line

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 600

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: The Teen Titans find out Robin's last name.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴:

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"So, Grayson," Beast Boy started with a grin, catching his very surprised leader's attention, "what'd you wanna get for dinner tonight?"

Robin narrowed his masked eyes at the green boy, moving in threateningly, "What did you just call me?"

"Grayson?" Beast Boy squeaked, gulping loudly.

Robin, mere inches from the changeling, growled out a scary, "How do you know that name?"

Finally, Cyborg interfered, stepping between the leader and his frightened teammate. "Look, it isn't BB's fault we found out, so don't take it out on him."

"So who can I take it out on?" Robin asked, voice slowly rising in volume.

"Slade," Cyborg answered calmly. "Last night, when we were fighting. He knocked you out. We got there before he could do anything permanent and he knew he couldn't defeat us all in a fight, so he just turned to us, said 'tell Grayson this isn't over,' and left."

Robin's eyes widened, "Why didn't I hear about this last night?!"

"Because, Robin," Raven piped up with a soft sigh, "we knew you'd react like this. You have an insane fear of us knowing your identity— which is ridiculous, by the way, because you know all of ours."

Robin began pacing, his hands covering his face as he muttered over and over again, "He's gonna kill me... he's gonna kill me..."

Starfire studied her friend worriedly, "Who is going to kill you, Friend Robin?"

Robin just ignored his friends and took off to what was, presumably, his room. The other Titans exchanged concerned and confused looks as they watched their leader disappear.

"Who spat in his tacos?" Beast Boy asked with a pout.

Raven glared at the younger boy, "Way to go, BB. You just had to completely ignore what we agreed on last night."

"I was just joking!" Beast Boy defended. "I didn't think it'd be that big of a deal!"

"It's his identity, idiot!" Raven exclaimed with as much emotion as Raven can. "That's- like- his most guarded secret. You really thought he'd just laugh and think it was cool that you knew?"

Beast Boy smiled nervously, "Maybe?"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The team turned to the monitor as it began signaling they were receiving a call— which was odd because they rarely received calls through the monitor. Normally, people just contacted Robin directly.

Exchanging odd looks, the team scurried forward and Cyborg hit accept. They were met with the image of a very scary looking Batman. Eyes wide, they completely lost their ability to talk.

"Where's Robin?" the bat demanded.

Still, no one could seem to find their voices. They all just stood there in shocked silence. Eventually, Raven— the level-headed one, as always— cleared her throat and choked out a forced, "He- uh- he's- he's in his room."

If possible, Batman looked even angrier at that statement. "Get him."

At least three of the four Titan's started to run off and fetch their leader but, as it would turn out, they didn't have to because at that exact moment, Robin returned from wherever he had been.

Upon seeing his mentor on the big screen, the Titans' leader froze, his masked eyes widening.

"Robin," the older vigilante greeted his former protégé.

Robin gulped and shuffled over to the screen, "B- Batman."

Batman stared at the young boy, eyes drilling holes in the poor teenager's head, "We need to speak in private."

Robin took a deep, shuttering breath, burying his head in his hands, "Oh, I'm so friggin' dead..."