Dick Grayson one shots

Epipens = liquid Jesus

This story was loosely inspired by a one shot by timdrakeisnotwhelmed that I loved, so I've decided to dedicate it to them. If you haven't read their one shot book I highly recommend it.

"Guys! We have an emergency over here!" Tim shouted.

Jason rolled his eyes and sauntered over to where Tim was standing next to Dick.

Damian walked over with his arms crossed, not happy about having his pre-patrol tea interrupted. "What is it Drake?" He asked, not bothering to hide the hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Dick has never tried shrimp before!" Tim shouted, looking as though that was some sort of felony.

"And..." Jason said, missing what the big deal was.

"And... he needs to try it!" Tim said with a no duh tone of voice.

"I don't really like seafood Timmy..." Dick started.

"You at least have to try shrimp Dick," Tim interrupted. "You can't go your entire life without trying shrimp."

"Not to point out the obvious here Timmers, but he kinda already has," Jason said.

"I agree with Drake," Damian said, startling everyone. "Shrimp is an excellent source of nutrition, and I believe Grayson should try it at least once."

Jason rolled his eyes again. "Yah yah yah... The streets aren't going to patrol themselves. Bruce is off world with Alfred and we promised we'd handle things while they were gone, so let's talk about this after patrol ok," he said, standing and walking towards the Batcave.

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Dick smiled as he touched down on the rooftop where Damian and Tim were already standing, officially winning his unofficial race with Jason.

Jason huffed in annoyance when he landed beside Dick just a few seconds later.

"Guess what!" Tim said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "I stopped at the store aaaaaaaaaaaand I got some shrimp!" He pulled out a container with steam condensation on the lid, offering it to Dick.

Dick took the offered container and utensil from Tim, popping off the lid and spearing one of the cooked shrimp with the fork. He paused for a moment, looking up at his brothers skeptically.

Tim made a 'go on' gesture, and Dick finally bit into the cooked sea creature, making sure not to eat the tail.

Dick shuddered and gagged as he swallowed the bite of shrimp, shoving the container back towards Tim. "I think one is enough," he said with a cough. "Those things are disgusting. A severe disappointment after all the hype you were giving them."

Tim took the container, slightly disappointed that Dick hadn't liked the shrimp. He shrugged off his disappointment and passed the container to Damian. "Well, last one to the cave is a rotten egg!" He shouted, running toward his motorcycle.

Dick followed behind his other siblings, running to the edge of the roof and pulling out his grappling gun. He shot the grapple out to a nearby building and was about to lower himself into the alley where his motorcycle was parked when he suddenly noticed a weird feeling in his stomach. A weird and painful feeling.

The pain continued to grow more intense, causing him to cry out quietly, falling to his knees. His breath came in ragged gasps as he peered over the side of the building. All his siblings were already gone. Great.

There was nobody to help him, so Dick mentally braced himself and jumped off the side of the building, his grappling hook lowering him to the ground where he promptly collapsed again.