Dick Grayson one shots

Allergies

Because I am just so kind to ya'll I'm giving you another chapter today... it's a piece of writing that I did a while ago... so don't judge it too harshly

Bruce glanced at the young boy sitting across the table from him who was currently staring at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich sitting on a plate in front of him.

"Dick, it's just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Bruce said, trying to get the tiny boy to actually eat the sandwich instead of only staring at it.

"Pea... pea-jay sammich?"

Bruce chuckled at Dick's adorable attempt at pronunciation. "No bud, it's Peanut butter jelly sandwich." He paused for a second before sounding it out for the boy. "Pea."

"Pea," Dick repeated.

"Nut," Bruce went on.

"Nut."

"Butter."

"Butter."

"Jelly."

"Jelly."

"Sand."

"Sand."

"Wich."

"Wich."

"Ok, now all together. Peanut butter jelly sandwich," Bruce said.

"Peanut butter jelly sandwich," Dick repeated hesitantly, then again more confidently when Bruce nodded in approval.

By this time Bruce was finished with his own lunch, and he stood up and grabbed his plate, heading for the kitchen to wash it and put it away. He started walking away, but stopped when he heard Dick call out.

"Tati?" Dick said.

Bruce turned around and replied. "Yeah bud?"

The small boy scrunched his forehead in thought before saying, in his broken English, "Tati play cars with Ta... with me?"

Bruce frowned slightly at the slip up, Dick still called himself Talon from time to time, and it always worried him.

Dick stared up at Bruce with pleading eyes, and Bruce just couldn't bring himself to say no. "Alright, but you have to eat your lunch first."

A smile spread across Dick's face, and he started repeating peanut butter jelly sandwich to himself joyously.

Bruce chuckled as he walked out of the room.

—

Dick eventually stopped repeating his newly acquired words and grabbed the sandwich. The sandwich was made of a single piece of bread cut in half, because Alfred knew the tiny boy most likely wouldn't even finish that much food.

The excited boy took a huge bite out of the middle of the sandwich before placing it back on the plate as he chewed.

When he was done with that bite, Dick stopped to repeat the name of the food a few more times, swinging his legs happily as he contemplated the food in front of him.

All this stopped when Dick felt a pain in his stomach. The small boy stopped for a few seconds to assess the pain, before brushing it off as nothing of importance. The court had trained him from a young age to be largely unaffected by any pain he may experience, so he didn't let this faze him as he grabbed the sandwich and took two more large bites. Leaving the crust behind on his plate, and getting up in a hurry.

Dick bounced along towards the dining room door, until he felt the pain in his stomach become more intense. He gripped his abdomen and let out a small yelp of pain.

The small boy stood there for a bit, until he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor and fell to his knees beside the puddle.

Dick had no idea what was happening. Had he been poisoned? His head was foggy and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

A sudden wave of dizziness sent Dick to his side where he lay wheezing, gripping his stomach until unconsciousness eventually claimed him.

—

Bruce sat on the stairs that led up to Dick's room. He was starting to wonder where the kid was. Knowing Dick, it was entirely possible that he was still in the dining room repeating peanut butter jelly sandwich to himself and that he hadn't even started to eat his lunch.

The older man sat there for a few more minutes before standing and walking over to the dining room door. He had decided to go check on Dick, just in case.

When Bruce opened the door he saw something that he definitely didn't expect to see. Dick lying unconscious on the ground next to a puddle of his own vomit.

Dick's breath came in short wheezed gasps and his face was swollen and blotchy.

"ALFRED I NEED AN EPIPEN!" Bruce yelled, genuine panic laced his voice as he scooped his son's unresponsive body up into his arms and ran out into the hallway where Alfred was racing towards him with an epipen in his hand.

Bruce laid Dick on the ground and held his leg still and flat for Alfred. Alfred took the cap off of the epipen and and pressed it to a large muscle in Dick's thigh, pressing down until there was an audible click, signifying the release of the spring loaded needle, then held the epipen there for ten more seconds.

When the ten seconds was done Alfred took the used epipen and put it back in its case. Bruce massaged the injection sight for a few seconds while Alfred ran to pull one of Bruce's cars to the front to take them to the hospital.

Bruce scooped Dick up again, and pocketed the extra epipen Alfred had brought with him. Dick's breathing seemed to ease somewhat, but Bruce knew he still needed to get the boy some actual medical attention.

After situating the small boy in his arms, Bruce heard a honk from out front. He ran as fast as he could while carrying Dick, and climbed into the back of the waiting car.

During the stressful drive, Bruce called the hospital so they would be expecting them. He tried to hold Dick in a straight sitting position to make it easier for him to breathe.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Bruce jumped out and rushed his son into the waiting arms of the doctors. He watched forlornly as his son was wheeled away on a gurney.

—

When Dick woke up he was confused. He was in a strange white room with tubes coming out of his arms, and what felt like a tube in his nose. The pain that he remembered from before he blacked out was gone, which was good, but the strange white room reminded him so much of the court.

Dick sat up and looked around for anything or anyone familiar. He didn't see anyone, more specifically he didn't see Bruce, his Tati. The panic inside the small boy was building, and he felt tears in his eyes, ready to fall at a moment's notice.

"Tati?" He called out hesitantly. A moment later he called again, a bit louder, "Tati?" Dick called a few more times, getting progressively louder with each cry, until the tears finally burst forth from his eyes and he was full out screaming for his Tati. Dick's words caught on his sobs as he sat there bawling on the hospital bed.

—

Bruce was in the hallway walking towards his son's room when he heard Dick's desperate cries. He started running toward the door, doubling his pace when he realized his son was calling for him.

There were a few nurses running towards the door as well, but Bruce got there first, throwing the door open and watching the look of relief flowing over Dick's features.

"T-ta-ti-i." Dick got out between sobs. The young boy held out his arms to Bruce like a young child wanting to be picked up.

The look of worry disappeared from Bruce's face as he stepped towards his son.

When Bruce got closer to the bed Dick launched himself at him and wrapped his small arms tightly around Bruce. "Tati." Dick said once again, this time in something closer to a whisper.

Bruce held Dick tightly in his arms until the young boy calmed down.

After a few minutes, Dick lifted his tear-soaked face off of Bruce's shoulder and said, with finality in his voice, "Peanut butter jelly sandwich mean."