Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1455

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Dick gets sick and the BatBros™️ decide to take care of him.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

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Dick Grayson opened his eyes on a terrible Wednesday morning, feeling worse than he had in years. His head pounded, his sight was fuzzy, and he was positive he'd puke if he tried to move.

But, as much as he would like to spend the day in bed, he had classes, work, and, to end the day, patrol. Not to mention the several family matters that would, undoubtably, pop up through the morning and afternoon.

Groaning to himself, the nineteen-year-old college student rolled out of bed and immediately leaned on the wall to steady himself. Uttering some questionable words under his breath, Dick made his way to the bathroom and stepped into a hot shower. Luckily, that made him feel a bit better but, still, this was not going to be a fun day.

After pulling on a hoodie and the most comfortable jeans he owned, Dick started down the Manor stairs (where he still lived due to being a poor little bitch that could not afford his own apartment. He was pretty salty about that, in case it isn't obvious). Of course, because the day wasn't going good enough already, Tim and Damian were mid-fight over the most idiotic thing.

"I swear to God, Drake, if you say pizza has a gender one more time-"

"Pizza is female! It's beautiful, savory, and, most of all, can be independent but usually comes in a group."

"I'm going to tell Brown you said that."

"Oh, God, please don't!"

Damian looked up from his phone with a dry smile, "Too late."

"You little mother-"

"Guys!" Dick sighed, collapsing into a seat as far from his little brothers as possible. He put his head down in his arms and shut his eyes, trying to block out all sound around him.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Jason quipped, much to Dick's annoyance. But, alas, the acrobat would be the bigger person and not throw Jason into a wall... this time.

"Leave Dick alone, Jason," Bruce exhaled tiredly, sounding like a very exhausted dad of four energetic boys. "And, Tim, Damian, please stop arguing over the gender of pizza, or lack thereof."

"Thank you, Father."

"But, Bruce-"

"Tim," Bruce warned. "Don't make me take your coffee privileges away."

Tim shut up.

"So, boys, with school being cancelled," Bruce started after a moment, the sound of silverware clinking on his place slicing through the silence, "any plans today?"

Jason was first to pipe up, "Me and Roy are gonna scare kids in the park."

"Sounds... enjoyable," Bruce sighed. "Tim? How about you?"

Tim shrugged, "I dunno. I think Steph wants to hang out but Damian might've just ruined my chances."

Damian found that comment quite hilarious.

"Shame," Bruce stated in his tired, dad voice. "Damian, anything planned today?"

Damian stabbed his knife into the table (a very common occurrence), "Well, considering you won't leave me leave the house alone, Father, no, I do not have any plans."