'𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬?'
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Dick Grayson doesn't know how to deal with kids and asks an old 'friend' for help
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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 A girl's only coping mechanism is talking with...
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𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇
(Trigger Warning! Mentions of suicide)
PHOEBE AND HANK never really liked each other. As Phoebe put it, Hank was 'Dawn's bitch'. Something about Hank really turned her off from him, as the same for Hank. Phoebe loved Dawn, though. She thought Dawn was so amazing and bright. She loved everything about her.
Maybe it was because Phoebe had a teeny crush on Dawn a few years back. But honestly, who didn't have a crush on Dawn at some point? Dick had one also.
Walking up to Hank and Dawn's apartment with Dick and Rachel, Phoebe's heart started to race. She didn't know why she was getting so nervous. It was like a bomb was slowly ticking until she exploded. Her palms were sweaty and her face hot and red. She did not know why to do.
"So, who are these guys?" Rachel asked, and the three approached Hank and Dawn's apartment door.
Phoebe stayed silent, almost in a trance. She felt sick, and had no idea what to do. "Old friends. Truth is, I haven't seen them in a long time." Dick replied, then knocking on the door. The knocking brought Phoebe back to reality, making her focus.
The door quickly opened, Dawn standing at the door. Her hair was in a loose braid while she had a light sweater over a tank top. Her face froze as she saw both Phoebe and Dick standing there at the door. "Hey," Phoebe smiled, giving a small wave.
"Hi," Dawn simply replied, not really knowing what else to say. She was in pure shock. Dawn had actually thought for a long time that Phoebe had killed herself.
"Hi," Rachel spoke up, putting a small smile on her face, stepping forward. "I'm Rachel." She held out her hand, allowing Dawn to shake it.
"Dawn."
Releasing Dawn's hand, Rachel stepped back to where she was before, a little frightened. "Can we talk?" Dick asked Dawn, who also nudged towards Phoebe.
Dawn kept the same soft smile on her face. The smile Phoebe had always remembered. "You're about four years too late, but sure." Dawn moved to the side, allowing the three to walk into the small apartment.
Soft music played in the background, Phoebe finding it very soothing. It had been quite a few interesting few days, and a rough five years. Phoebe found comfort in the music.
