Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

dick gets sick and damian's creepy part 2

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1057

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: refer to pt 1

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: r*pe, m*rder

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: i_dont_wike_it_44

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As could be expected, Dick did not stay off his feet for long after his run-in with the flu. In fact, it was a total of twelve hours that he allowed himself to be kept down. After that... it was back to business as usual.

"You're an idiot. You know that?" Jason asked, almost looking amused as he watched Dick trudge through the door after his morning classes.

"Fuck you," Dick groaned as he drug his backpack with him into the living room and collapsed back onto the couch.

"I would, but Roy already does that for me."

Dick face contorted into disgust, "Gross, dude. I don't need to hear that."

Jason grinned, "Yeah, well, you also don't need to be going to work and school with the flu but here we are."

Dick glared at his brother as he pulled a textbook out of his backpack, "Fuck you."

"Ooo," Tim walked into the room with a small smile, "Dick's cussing. Must be a serious situation."

"Yeah," Jason watched his big brother with an amused smirk. "Dickhead here is still sick. But- guess what?- still isn't staying home from school and work."

Tim tutted, taking a sip of his steaming coffee, "That's not good, Dick. The last thing we need is a repeat of last night. I'm pretty sure Bruce is still dying of laughter over finding Damian sitting on top of you this morning."

"Yep," Bruce randomly walked through the room, paging through a newspaper, "I definitely am."

"Fuck you, Bruce!" Dick called as loudly as he could muster. He then turned to his brother, "Fuck you, Tim. And, especially, fuck you, Jason."

The boys raised their hands in defeat and backed away slowly, each emitting loud laughs.

"Little fuckers," Dick grumbled to himself as he went back to his studying. What he didn't notice, however, was that he was missing a brother— a certain brother that rarely left his side. So... for said brother to be missing at such a time of Dick's sickness, there must be something suspicious going on. But, again... Dick did not notice this. At least... not at first.

You could practically hear the Mission: Impossible theme song playing in Damian's head as he crept around the Manor, waiting for the perfect time to pounce. Because, see, to Damian, this wasn't just him being concerned for his brother's health. No, this was a competition. And Damian intended to win.

No matter what it took, he would get Dick to stay home.

"I know you're there, Dami," Dick sighed loudly, not even bothering to look up from his book. "If you're thinking of pulling a similar stunt to last night's, please don't. It won't end well for either of us."

Damian growled, emerging from his hiding spot, "You're just mad because I won that round."

Dick scoffed, obviously not in the mood for any sort of bullshit, "Round? This isn't a game, Damian. I'm not sick, you have no reason to force me to stay home."

"Oh, yeah?" Damian asked with raised eyebrows. "Then why are you being so intolerable?"

Dick rolled his eyes and went back to his reading, "Maybe because my wrists are still bruised from the handcuffs you forced onto me last night?"

Damian shrugged, "Perhaps you should have listened to me when I told you to stay in the Manor rather than going about with your normal duties."

Dick sighed loudly, massaging his temples, "I told you, Damian, I couldn't stay home then and I can't stay home now. I've got work and school and patrol and if I skip even one of them, I'll be behind for the next week at least."

"So, what?" Damian asked.

Dick scoffed, "So, what? Tell me, kid, have you ever taken an advanced physics class because, when you signed up, it seemed fun?"

Damian shook his head hesitantly.

"No?" Dick asked with an almost Joker-like smile. "Well, let me assure you, it is no walk in the park. If I miss today's lecture, I won't understand the lectures for the rest of the unit. Which means I've got a pretty big chance of failing. Which means I'll have to work twice as hard next semester if I want to pass the class."

Damian sat quietly, inviting Dick to go on with more of his early-life crisis.

"And have you ever held down a job where even the slightest of decisions can be the difference between life and death?"

Damian shook his head again.

"Well, I have," Dick laughed manically. "If I don't show up for work today, I'm just giving the criminals out there less of a chance of being caught. What if, due to my decision, a woman gets raped? Or- or a child gets kidnapped? Or a murderer goes free?"

"That would be bad," Damian replied in a small voice.

"Yes!" Dick exclaimed. "That would be bad!" He seemed to tremble with insanity. "Now, Damian, have you ever been in change of a whole goddamn city when it comes to crime fighting?"

Damian, once again, shook his head.

"Okay, so you don't know what it's like to know that if you skip even a night of patrol, you're the sole reason people are being hurt, and killed, and assaulted? When, if you'd been there, you could've easily stopped it and saved those people all that pain and suffering?"

Damian looked down at his shoes, "No, I do not know what that is like."

"Precisely!" Dick exclaimed manically. "So, please, do not 'so, what?' me! Because there is a very big so what if I take a day off!"

"So there is," Damian stated nervously.

At that exact moment, Alfred walked back through the room, urging Damian to stand up and rush over to him. "Pennyworth, please help. Grayson has lost his mind."

"Master Dick," Alfred sighed, not even looking up from his dusting. "I suggest going upstairs to rest or there will be no freshly-baked cookies in your futures."

Dick got up and headed for the stairs, "Yes, sir."

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