Pretty Boy | R. Grayson

Feeling The Aster [Random]

Just like I wrote a chapter involving all versions of Tim Drake together in Burger Joint | T. Drake, here I am going to write one involving all the versions of Richard Grayson I have ever written.

So it is needless to say that this is going to be even more chaotic than the one involving the Tims.

The main setting is that Richard from Hellfire Series after being shot in the head went into a coma but found himself stuck in an alternate dimension with multiple other versions of himself. 

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Ocean blue irises looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling as Richard's eyes fluttered open at last. He felt numb all over as if he had been injected with a heavy dose of painkillers, making him feel quite drowsy.

The last thing he remembered was seeing the terror on Ashley's face right as he had struck the ground, after which he had blacked out due to the intense pain from the bullet he had received.

He tried moving his hand and slowly reached up to touch his head, right where he thought he had been hit. A bandage came in contact with his fingers so he pulled his hand back, head tilting cautiously to see where he was.

Surprise flickered on his face to see himself surrounded by people; men specifically, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He had expected to find himself in the hospital or the Batcave but definitely not in that strange place in such a lot of unfamiliar company.

"Hey, relax," the eldest of them all spoke, reaching out to help him sit up, "how are you feeling now?"

He blinked twice because he could see about four of five of the same person, "dizzy, I guess... I can see four of you..."

"Of me?"

"No, these right here, there are three of the same person... Just one of them looks slightly different... Still the same features..."

The eldest chuckled softly, "ah them, they are three. You're not seeing them tripled. They are all different in their own right."

His head was still throbbing as he asked, "where am I?"

"To be honest, we have no idea," the one with the rough stubble and striking blue irises remarked, leaning back against the wall casually as if he was used to the situation, "don't dwell too much on it and you'll be fine."

"And who are you all?"

"Good question," the one that had shoulder length hair spoke up, eyes sparking as if he had meant it as a joke.

"Guys, he just woke up from a coma," the eldest one remarked, "give him some space, will you?"

"Aye Aye, biggest bro," nearly all of them replied with a salute then broke into laughter until the eldest threatened them to shut up.

Richard had started to get a bit more awake as the anesthesia lessened and though the situation seemed odd, he seemed to be getting the hang of it. He was bandaged and the men had so far treated him nicely, which could mean that they had found him injured and helped.

But that rose another question is his head, "where's Ashley?"

"Ashley?"

He explained, "my friend Ashley. Red hair, olive eyes... She was the last person I was with before I got shot."

"The only redhead friend you should have had is Barbara," one of the three alike people spoke up, "until or unless there happened some major change in your universe that did not let you meet her. And if that's the case then I pity you, we all do."