Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): n/a

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1050

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Bruce and Dick are Batman/Nightwing, but the rest of their family doesn't know.

ages:

dick - 17

jason - 14

tim - 12

damian - 10

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: lunar_panda

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"Okay, something is obviously going on," Jason narrowed his eyes as he and his two younger brothers watched Bruce and Dick from a distance.

"Agreed," Damian stated in his normal monotone tone. "Father and Grayson are lying to us about something."

"The question is what?" Tim inserted.

"Okay," Jason started with a furrowed brow, "let's go over the facts. What do we know so far?"

"Well," Tim sighed, "we know they always disappear around midnight and don't return until at least three."

"They always have injuries that cannot be accounted for," Damian continued.

"One or both of them will drop of the face of the Earth for days at a time," Jason added.

"Their friends are weird as fuck," Tim went on.

After that, the three boys faded to silence, all out of odd activities to point out.

"Alright, we may not have a lot, but it's definitely enough to be suspicious," Jason pointed out.

Damian and Tim nodded in agreement. However, all three boys hurried to get into a casual stance as Dick started towards them.

"Hiya, guys," Dick grinned as he approached the boys, giving a good ruffle to each of their dark hair. "Whatcha up to?" he asked, a beautiful accent gracing his words.

The three younger brothers exchanged a look.

"Nothing."
"Just standing here."
"Why do you sound so suspicious?"

Damian and Jason turned incredulously to Tim. "For real, dude?!"

Dick cocked an eyebrow at his baby brothers, looking vaguely amused. "Is there something going on that I should know about?"

"No."
"Absolutely not."
"Bold of you to assume we're doing something suspicious."

"Oh, my fucking God," Jason looked over at Tim with wide eyes. "Go. Just go, you goddamn disgrace."

Tim hung his head and started towards the stairs, his two partners-in-crime glaring after him.

"Alright, what's going on here?" Dick asked, the hint of a smile on his perfectly sun-kissed face.

"Nothing," Jason and Damian spoke in unison.

Dick chuckled, "Alright. But, please, if it's dangerous or illegal, don't do it— or at least let me help."

The two younger boys nodded and watched as their big brother returned back to Bruce, who'd been watching the interaction suspiciously.

"What was that all about?" the billionaire asked his eldest.

Dick just shrugged, "I've got no idea. They're acting weird, though. Definitely up to something."

Bruce sighed, "It'll have to wait. We have to be at the Watchtower in half a hour for a mission."

Dick cocked an eyebrow, "Is it really a good idea to leave the gremlins alone when they're scheming?"

Bruce chuckled lowly, shaking his head to himself. "They'll be fine. Alfred'll keep an eye out."

"Alright," Dick didn't look convinced, but followed his foster father down to the cave regardless. Little did they know, they had three little followers watching them from the shadows.

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"Holy fuck," Jason whispered as he and his brothers watched as their father and eldest sibling stepped into some weird tubes of light. "You guys saw that, right? I'm not going crazy?"

The three boys stood up now that they were left alone in the large cave, all eyes-wide and shocked.

"I saw it," Tim gulped.

"Does this mean...?" Damian started slowly.

"Our dad and brother are Batman and Nightwing?" Tim squeaked.

"Yup," Jason breathed.

"This explains so friggin' much..." Tim murmured as he and his brothers began to look around in awe.

"Whoa," Jason stared wide-eyed at a giant dinosaur as Damian laid his eyes upon an old Robin suit that was, presumably, Dick's. That, however, was something Jason didn't want to think about. His big brother seemed so clingy and vulnerable. To picture him out on the streets fighting crime as a kid... that was scary.

"Guys, look," Tim beckoned his brothers over as he typed away at a giant computer with a weird amount of monitors. As Jason and Damian crowded around him, Tim began pulling up files— files from as far back as nine years ago.

"Look at this mission report," Tim pointed at the screen.

"Holy fuck," Jason murmured, reading the words. "Baby Dick was badass. He saved the entire Justice League all on his own?"

"That doesn't sound like him," Damian muttered, reading the report for himself. "Isn't Grayson supposed to be a soft man-child that can't go five minutes without physical affection? This simply does not make any sense."

Tim pulled up a video of Dick, maybe eleven or twelve, beating several bad guys to a pulp before kicking off a wall and doing a double flip over their heads and taking down the last two.

Jason scoffed, "Guess we've been pretty fuckin' wrong about him, huh? Dude's got balls."

Tim stared up at the screen in awe, "Remind me to get his autograph later, 'kay?"

"You two are imbeciles," Damian tutted. "Grayson is still the same insufferable Golden Retriever he's always been. We just now know he could kill us all in one blow."

"Is that so?"

The brothers froze, eyes wide, as they heard a familiar voice behind them. They turned around to see Dick (AKA Nightwing) standing there with raised eyebrows and an amused grin.

"So, uh," Jason started with a nervous smile, "we found your cave?"

"Please don't tell Bruce!" Tim injected.

Dick laughed, shaking his head to himself. "Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time before you found out. Bruce definitely won't like it, though. You guys better get upstairs before he comes home and finds you down here."

They all nodded hurriedly, scurrying up over to the elevator— but not before shooting Dick a semi-scared look. The older boy found that amusing. They actually thought he'd use his mega-fighting skills on them. He wouldn't correct them on that just yet. It could prove useful in getting them to bed at a decent time...

Chuckling to himself, Dick turned to his right, "Were you ever gonna tell them you were there?"

Alfred stepped out of the shadows with a mischievous smile, "No, sir, I don't believe I was."