Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

and that's on having siblings

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): birdflash

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 650

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Bruce's different reactions when each of his sons ask to go to a concert.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: n/a

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Dick Grayson, 15 yrs old

"Hey, B," Dick walked into his fathers office with the sweetest smile he could possibly muster.

"What's up, Dick?" Bruce responded, looking up from his papers to meet his son's gaze.

Dick batted his eyelashes and put on the most innocent look known to man, "Well, there's a big concert in Blüdhaven tonight. Everyone from school is going and I was wondering if I could go as well."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, "Will there be any parental supervision? Is Wally going? When would you be home?"

"No, yes, and around three?" Dick smiled cautiously.

Bruce gave his son an incredulous look, "You are fifteen, Dick! I'm not letting you stay out until three in the morning!- especially not with your boyfriend!"

"But Bruce!"

"No buts!" Bruce replied sternly. "While you are living in my house, you will follow my rules and that's the end of it."

"This is so unfair!" Dick exclaimed angrily. "You have no problem letting me fight crime until three in the morning but going to a concert with my boyfriend is just insane! Honestly, you're so impossible!"

Bruce narrowed his eyes at the teen, "I said no, Richard, and that is final. I don't care if you don't like me. It's my job to protect you, not to be your friend."

"Ugh!" Dick growled loudly, hands curling into fists. "Fine, Bruce! But I'm going out with Wally tonight and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"

"Be home by seven," Bruce hummed as he went back to work.

"I hate you!" Dick screamed before storming out of his very amused father's office.

Jason Todd, 15 yrs old

"Hey, Bruce," Jason walked smugly into his father's office, 100% positive he'd get the old man to agree to let him go out that night.

"What is it, Jason?" Bruce asked, looking up at his son for a brief second before going back to his work.

"I wanna go to a concert with some friends tonight," Jason started. "It's-"

"No," Bruce interrupted without even meeting Jason's gaze.

"But-"

"No."

"Bruce!"

"No."

"This is so unfair! I bet you'd let Goldie go if he asked!"

Bruce hummed, "I wouldn't when he was fifteen."

Jason gave his finger the middle finger and yelled, "Fuck off!" before storming out of the room to get ready for the concert that he was most definitely going to anyway.

"And I thought Dick was bad," Bruce sighed to himself before going back to his reports.

Tim Drake, 15 yrs old

"Hey, Bruce?" Tim walked into his dad's office with a smile.

"What, Tim?" Bruce didn't even bother to look up from his work.

"Well, there's this concert in 'Haven tonight. Steph is going and I was wondering if I could tag along with her," Tim asked nervously, wringing his hands together.

"When will you be home?" Bruce asked in a monotone voice, simultaneously writing something down on his papers.

"I dunno," Tim chewed on his lip. "Maybe two or three?"

Bruce hummed, "Yeah, okay. Call me if something happens."

"Awesome!" Tim exclaimed happily. "Thanks, Bruce!" The teen ran off to, most likely, brag to his older brothers that he'd gotten their stern father to say yes.

Damian Wayne, 15 yrs old

"Father," Damian greeted as he entered Bruce's office. "I was wondering if-"

"Yeah, whatever," Bruce murmured, evidently quite caught up in his work.

Damian internally grinned before running off to inform Grayson that he was being allowed out without even a fight.

Meanwhile, Bruce was wondering why the hell he decided to have so many kids and what was with them all wanting to go to concerts so often. But, then, he remembered that he didn't care and went back to work.