Dick Grayson One-Shots { requests open }

stan martha kent 2021 pt 2

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): superbat

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1966

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: martha kent healing childhood trauma one bat-kid at a time ❤️ (this chapter will have dick & jason. next chapter will have cass & tim. then dami & group therapy session lmao. i split them up bc the chapter was getting long and i promised u guys some content asap lol)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: depression, death, shitty parents

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: idk someone probs

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! disclaimer : this hasn't been proof read !

[ dick's martha bonding time ]

"Hi, Miss Martha!" Dick chirped as he entered the old kitchen around eight AM. If any of the others were awake, they'd yet to make an appearance because, as far as Dick could tell, he was the only one in the room with Martha, who looked overjoyed to finally have some company as she prepared breakfast. She greeted him with the kindest smile Dick had ever seen and gestured to an empty stool against the island countertop.

"Good morning, hon," her voice was warm and inviting. "Please, take a seat. Breakfast should be done in a little while."

Dick hesitated before sitting down, instead asking the woman, "Do you need help with anything?"

The woman laughed; not like she was laughing at him, but more so that she was touched by the sweet gesture. She shook her head, "No, no, that's okay, sweetheart. I'm a bit of a stickler when it comes to cooking. If I don't do it myself, it's just not the same." She smiled sheepishly, "I suppose that's not a very good thing, but we all have those quirks, hm?"

Dick chuckled in response, sitting down as the woman had instructed and replied warmly, "You're right about that, but I don't think it's anything bad. At least yours means perfect food." He shook his head with a laugh, "My weird obsession is acrobatics. I can't stand to watch anyone else do them, because I spend the whole time picking apart their every move and insisting that I can do better." He sighed amusedly and went on, "It's really unfortunate, because Damian loves circuses, and I'm the only one he'll go with, but I just can't bring myself to go. For more reason than one, to be honest." He waved himself off, "But, anyways, I get where you're coming from. I guess it's part of being human, huh? Or even Kryptonian, as well. I know Clark has a weird thing about books."

Martha laughed at that, nodding at the thought. "Oh, yes. Clark and his picky reading. It can't be too popular, but it can't be too unknown. It can't be too fantastical, but it can't be too boring. It can't be too romantic, but it can't be too anti-romance. His summer reading was a nightmare!" She chuckled, sighing wistfully as she met Dick's gaze. "Anyway, sweetheart, I think it's very sweet that you want to take your brother to the circus, though it's understand you can't, given the circumstances." She frowned, "I remember reading about your family in the paper, how you were taken in by Bruce. I always told Clark it was a bad idea to mix kids with vigilantes, but I suppose I've been proven wrong, huh?"

Dick shrugged, feeling himself close in a bit no matter how much he didn't want to. He picked at his nails, staring down at them as he did so as an escape from the woman's eyes on him. "I don't know. Depends on the kid, I guess. Damian's pretty good with it, but Jason's messed up over it— dying, and all. I mean, I definitely wouldn't bring a kid into this mess. It's too much for someone so young; to see those things, and do those things. Not that I blame Bruce, because I really don't. He thought he was helping us— he still does— and he truly is a great father. It's just... I think most of us wish we had a normal life sometimes— that we weren't weaponized so young." Dick finally looked up, scared of the older woman's reaction, and that she would think he was a terrible son. She didn't, though. She looked at him with an emphatic smile and reached over, taking his hand in hers.