Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

lets pretend like real life siblings act like this

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 775

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Damian doesn't want Dick to leave for college.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: i_dont_wike_it_44

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Damian was not happy— not one bit. In fact, he was the exact opposite of happy. He was unhappy. And why, you ask? Well, it's simple. Richard John Grayson was leaving for college and Damian didn't want him to go.

But, don't misunderstand. Damian hadn't given up yet. There was no fucking way he was letting Dick go without a fight. And, boy, did he have a particular fight in mind...

The clock struck three AM and Damian knew it was time to get to work. The thrill of a good plan coursing through his veins, Damian crept down the hallway to his oldest brother's room. He pushed the already cracked door open and tip-toed in, making sure his brother was asleep before he got to work. He started with a box labeled clothes and began to unpack it, throwing all the clothing items back in their old designated drawers. Next, he moved onto a box labeled books which really wasn't very full so it didn't take long to unload that one. After that, he began pulling more shirts and jeans out of another clothing box. However, he did not account for a creaky board beneath the carpet when he crept towards the closet. He might as well have screamed the noise was so fucking loud.

"Wh-" a groggy voice from Dick's bed started confusedly. "Who- who's there?"

Damian panicked and replied, "No one!"

He heard a tired chuckle as the lamp clicked on and Damian laid eyes on his exhausted looking brother.

"What're you doing, Lil' D?" Dick asked in a lovingly stern tone as he climbed out of the sheets and approached Damian, who frowned and looked at the floor.

"I thought... if your boxes weren't packed, you wouldn't leave..."

Dick gave Damian the equivalent of guilty puppy eyes and knelt down in front of the kid, pulling him into a tight hug— which, for once, Damian hardly protested. "I'm sorry, Dami, but unpacking my boxes won't keep me here. I have to go..."

Dick could've sworn he heard his brother sniffle, "But why? College is an arbitrary waste of time. You could stay here and be Batman with me instead. You'd learn just as much."

Dick chuckled sadly, running his fingers through the boy's dark hair, "As much as I would love to do that, kid, I can't. I'm at an age where I have to pick what I want to do with my life. And... as much as Bruce denies it, no one can be Batman forever. And I, unlike Bruce, don't have billions of dollars to fall back on once the inevitable happens— not that Batman really makes any money to begin with. Which really-"

"You're rambling," Damian sighed dramatically.

"Oh," Dick laughed embarrassedly. "Sorry. Er- what I was trying to say is, I have to make something of my life. And college is the way I want to do that."

Damian frowned into his big brother's shoulder, "I'm gonna miss you..."

Dick practically melted, stifling a squealed 'aw.' Instead, he just tightened his grip on the boy and said in a confident voice, "I promise, Dami, I'm gonna come visit you every weekend. And you can sneak out and see me whenever you want to. You know where my apartment is and you know I'll always leave the window unlocked for you."

Damian pulled away, the ghost of tears clouding his green eyes, "Promise?"

Dick nodded, ruffling his brother's hair, "I promise, bud." He stood back up straight, "We should probably get you to bed before Bruce realizes you're awake and kicks both our asses."

Damian frowned and glanced down at the ground, "Can I... stay in here tonight?"

Dick lit up, "Oh- I mean, yeah! Yeah, of course!" He excitedly grabbed an extra pillow out of his closet and led his brother over to his king-sized bed, "Ooo, I know! Since it's our last night here, we can watch some movies! How's that sound?"

Damian almost smiled— almost. "I suppose that sounds amusing."

Dick grinned, hurrying over to put a disk in the DVD player (𝗮/𝗻: 𝗹𝗼𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴?) and, once it was probably placed, ran back over to the unoccupied side of the bed.

It didn't take long for Damian to burrow in his side, Dick wrapping a protective arm around him. And, so, the boys just sat there all night long, watching shitty Disney movies that they both enjoyed more than they would ever admit.