Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

dick has an emo phase ;) pt 2

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash; jayroy

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 704

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: refer to pt 1 *finger guns*

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: refer to pt 1 *more finger guns*

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"Oh my God, Walls, help!" Dick exclaimed, eyes widening as he looked over at his 'lover' in panic. "I broke my eyeliner pencil!"

Wally just grinned (as much as an emo teenager can) and held up three different black colored liners, "I gotchu, dude. I always carry at least two with me at all times."

Dick grabbed one, "Nice!" He began to trace the outlines of his eyes, tongue sticking out in concentration. When he was done, he turned to the redhead with a proud grin. "What'd you think?"

Wally smirked and nodded, "Perfection, Dickie! Now... should we listen to Fall Out Boy or Taking Back Sunday?"

Dick scoffed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "None of the above. Obviously, we have to listen to My Chem."

Wally narrowed his eyes, "Which album...?"

Dick grinned and crossed his arms, "Revenge, of course."

Wally let his angry demeanor drop and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, you're right."

Little did the boys know, their 'gay fathers' were watching through the cracked door, both very amused by what they were seeing.

"Oh, my God," Roy stifled a laugh. "It's so much better than you described it."

Jason had to stop himself from choking on giggles, "What the fuck is Wally even wearing? Is that... a fucking thong...? Jesus Christ..."

"No, no, no," Roy laid a hand on Jason's chest, miraculously remaining dead serious. "It's okay, Jay, 'cause he's wearing fishnets underneath it."

Jason held up his phone and began clicking pictures. He stifled a laugh as he uttered, "I am so using these at their wedding."

"But you really need to listen to me! 'Cause I'm telling you the truth!" voices screamed from the bedroom. "I mean this, I'm okay! Trust me! I'm not okay! I'm not okay! Well, I'm not okay, I'm not o-fucking-kay!"

Roy and Jason just about collapsed to the floor with laughter. They held onto each other as they gasped for air, loud wailing still floating out from Dick's room.

"So give me all your poison! And give me all your pills! And give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill!"

"Should we be worried?" Roy asked through giggles.

Jason shook his head, still struggling to get air to his lungs, "Nah. You remember Barbara's emo phase? It was so much worse than this. And let's not even talk about Steph's..."

Roy shivered, "Don't remind me. I still have PTSD from that night I spent the night here."

"Don't wanna be an American idiot! Don't want a nation under the new media! And can you hear the sounds of hysteria?! The subliminal mind fuck America!"

"Oh, my God!" Jason squealed mockingly. "It's getting even better!"

Roy grinned, "For now. Just wait until they get to the Simple Plan obsession."

Jason's eyes widened as he gulped loudly, "I still remember Barbara's Simple Plan obsession..."

"If you love me, let me gooooo!"

Roy face-palmed with a loud sigh, "Someone needs to tell them Panic! isn't even emo anymore..."

Jason snickered and shook his head, "As long as they don't start belting High Hopes or Death of a Bachelor, I think we're okay."

Roy laughed, slapping Jason's shoulder and nodding towards the door. "Should we go in?"

Jason nodded with a grin, "I'm gonna livestream it."

Roy gasped, "Don't you dare!"

Jason smirked mischievously, "I've already been live for fifteen minutes."

"Jason!" Roy squeaked. "They'll never live this down!"

Jason shrugged, "Guess they should've gone to Wally's house, then, shouldn't they?"

Roy sighed and rested his head in his hands. "Fine... but when either Bruce or Damian sees that, I will not be attending your funeral."

"Yeah," Jason grinned, "because you'll be there right beside me in the grave."

Roy's eyes widened, "I'm gonna kill you for this!"

"Been there, done that..."

"Jason, you mother-"

"When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band! He said, 'son, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?!"