Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

jesus christ how is he not dead?

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1585

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Dick's family find him after three years of being in Slade's captivity.

ages:

dick - 19

jason - 17

tim - 15

damian - 13

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: t0rture, kidnapping, all that fun jazz

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"What are we even doing here?" Jason sighed loudly. "It's been quiet for two hours. If something was gonna happen, it would've already."

Bruce shot him a Bat-Glare™️ and replied in a gravely voice, "Intel shows a low-level crime ring is working out of this building. If you don't like it, feel free to get the hell out of my sight."

Jason held his hands up in defense and grumbled, "Fine, dude, whatever. But you're paying for the chiropractor that I'm inevitably going to need after this."

"Can you stop complaining for even two seconds, Todd?" Damian growled, sounding scarily like his father. "Truly, it's making me want to jump right off of this rooftop."

"Careful, Demon," Jason shot back with a condescending look. "You're starting to sound like Tim and we both know that's your worst nightmare."

"What the fuck, Jay?" Tim narrowed his eyes at the older boy.

Jason just laughed to himself and went back to his binoculars, staring into the building across the alley. And, as luck would have it, he picked the perfect time to do so because at the exact moment, two large men violently opened the side door and exited, blood-splatter all over each of them.

"So..." Jason started, "I was wrong."

Bruce just growled at him before jumping down to intercept the men, his sons following close behind. It didn't take much to render the giant criminals unconscious and, soon, they themselves were entering the old, abandoned building.

Like Bruce had said, it was a ring of low-level criminals. It took but minutes to take them all down and gather the appropriate evidence. However... something still felt wrong.

"Is it just me, Batsy," Jason began suspiciously, "or do you get super creepy vibes from this shithole, too?"

Bruce grunted affirmatively in response, glancing around the filthy open space for something out of place.

"Wait..." Tim furrowed his brow, leaning towards the wall furthest from the others, "do you guys hear that?"

They all went dead silent, listening for Tim's mystery sound. And, alas, he had been right. There was something— no, someone— back there and they were calling for help.

Without a moment of hesitation, the scary-looking family rushed to the back of the old building where the screaming was emitting from. They quickly found a tightly locked-up room with a window that was so dusty, it had absolutely no chance of being seen through.

"Hold on!" Tim yelled through the door. "We're gonna get you out of there!"

They received no answer, but, instead, heard soft whimpers to assure them that they were in the right place. Evidently, whoever was in there was quite scared.

"Move," Damian shoved his older brothers and father out of the way, jamming his katana in the exact apparent position to jam the door open.

Jason scoffed, "Okay, baby MacGyver."