Dick Grayson one shots

Charity case P3

Here's this for everyone that wanted it.

Dick shifted awkwardly in the new uniform, annoyed by how well it fit him, wishing it would've been too large... at least then it would've given him something to complain about.

"Nightwing, stop fidgeting," Jason growled next to him, folding his arms angrily across his chest.

Nightwing... Batman just had to theme Dick's new superhero persona after a bird, basically the furthest thing from a cat, something Dick had glared at the man for a solid hour for. He didn't dare argue though, not when Bruce held the remote to the inhibitor collar he wore around his neck.

"Wing," Jason said, nudging him as he pointed towards some seedy looking characters circling a woman who was tapping at her phone.

Wing... Jason had already managed to come up with stupid nicknames... which Dick was absolutely required to hate... or at least pretend to hate.

The men tightened their circle, causing the woman to bump into one of them. "Sorry," she said, looking up.

"You're sorry eh?" the apparent leader of the group said, pulling a gun from under his arm. "I'm sorry too... sorry you're not richer." He circled the woman for a moment. "But money's money, right boys?" He called, receiving a chorus of affirmative grunts.

Both vigilantes jumped down together, making quick work of the men before they could actually rob the poor woman.

Jason was walking back towards the startled lady when he saw one of Dick's escrima sticks flying at his head. He ducked barely in time to dodge it, and shouted an indignant "hey".

A gunshot drew Jason's attention away from the fact that Dick had nearly knocked him out. He spun around and saw a thug out cold on the pavement behind him, a smoking gun and Dick's escrima stick lying next to him.

—

Jason sat on the roof of the Wayne enterprises building, turning to look at Dick. "So Wing, care to explain why you just chucked one of your little smackie sticks at me?" he asked, trying to contain some of his anger.

"There was someone sneaking up behind you," Dick stated simply.

"Ya, but what if I hadn't ducked! I would've been knocked out," Jason shouted.

"But you did duck," Dick replied.

"I know that, but what if I hadn't?" Jason asked, clenching his teeth to keep himself from yelling.

"That's why I have two escrima sticks."

Jason's eyes went wide. "You would've just knocked me out?" he asked.

"That man had a gun Jason. He would've killed you, me, or that defenseless woman. So yes, I would've knocked you out," Dick said, his voice steely calm.

"Maybe at least warn me next time huh," Jason said more calmly, bumping Dick's shoulder with his own.

A hiss of pain left Dick's lips.

Jason's eyes widened in concern. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Dick squeezed his eyes shut. "J-just a flesh wound..." he said with a humorless chuckle.

"Let me see," Jason said gently, easing Dick into a laying down position.

"I-I already got the bullet out," Dick said, fingers clawing at the rooftop when Jason prodded at the wound.

"Let's get you back to the cave," Jason said, supporting Dick as he got to his feet.

—

Over time Jason and Bruce began to open up to Dick, trusting him with more and more. Dick could see that Bruce had changed, and actually cared for Jason, and maybe to some extent, him.