Dick Grayson One-Shots!!

Wish you were here (Jaydick)

This is a Jaydick chapter. Jason Todd x Dick Grayson. Don't like? Don't read. Simple as that. All my other Jaydick shippers though, hope you enjoy :) it's kinda sad... okay a lot sad. BUT WE LOVE ANGST & I CAN'T STOP. I THINK I HAVE A PROBLEM.

Word Count: 2906

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Dick's eyes flickered open to the soft pattering of rain on his apartment window. Another gloomy day. The weather matched his emotions perfectly. The sky was grey and smothered in dark clouds, not even a peep of sun breaking through. He pulled the covers up tighter, trying to bring more warmth. The warmth that he was missing from him.

The vigilante used to wake up in this very same bedroom every day, with the man that he loved right by his side. It felt so different now, so... empty... now that he was gone. Jason was his everything. The reason that he was getting up every morning and actually trying. The reason that he made an effort with everything. It was all for him. But what did it matter anymore? Dick would never see Jason again. Not ever.

The familiar feel of tears sliding down his face didn't alarm him. It was the only thing reminding him that this was all real. Not some horribly twisted dream. Real. Dick's husband was dead. Nothing was going to change that. It had been a whole week since that tragic nightmare had occurred. One week all by himself in their usually shared apartment.

He had called in a family emergency at work, but in reality, Dick hadn't left the house at all over the past week.

His phone pinged once again. The whole family had been trying to contact him, but he had ignored every text and call, not ready to talk to even himself let alone his family members. Bruce wouldn't understand. Nobody would. Dick felt so alone.

He had 37 missed calls from Barbara. 23 from Wally. 7 from Bruce. 29 from Tim. 11 from Alfred. 5 from Damian. 4 from Diana. Even 2 from Dinah.

Everyone wanted to talk to the 23-year-old. Tell him that everything was going to be okay. But it wasn't. Nothing was okay. He was crying in his apartment over his dead husband, his comforting scent still lingering in the air and on the sweatshirt that Dick was wearing.

He couldn't do this. Dick didn't want to do anything without Jason. It felt wrong. So he stayed in bed all day and didn't eat, sleep much, or even get up to go to the toilet. The sleep that he did have, was full of nightmares bringing up the painful memories. That continued for the whole past week since he died, not stopping to give himself a break from grieving even once.

Dick knew he had to go back to work today. His boss had given him seven days off because he said that there was a family emergency, but those seven days had come to an end and he had run out of excuses. So he forced himself to get out of bed and go get ready for work.

He stood in the shower for a while just letting the burning hot water run down his back. At least it was warm.

He stared at himself in the mirror after putting his uniform on. He looked like shit. There was no other way to put it. Dark bags encircled his aquamarine blue eyes, pupils filled with sorrow and grief instead of the happiness and laughter that used to be visible. Dick was tired, physically and mentally, even after sleeping for a week straight. He was just tired of everything.

It was pouring with rain outside, but Dick chose to walk to the police station. He couldn't bring himself to drive Jason's car. They had agreed together that they didn't need two cars so the couple kept Jason's and sold Dick's.

It was already 9:08am. He was over two hours late. And walking through Blüdhaven in the rain made him freezing cold and shivery. But hey, at least he felt anything at all.