'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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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆
THREE MONTHS had passed since Phoebe and Dick moved back into Titans tower with Rachel, Jason and Gar, and things could not be any more chaotic. Rachel was going through a bitchy phase where she blamed everything on everyone else, Jason was a cocky asshole, and Gar followed Rachel around like a lost puppy.
It was honestly driving Phoebe insane.
Their days usually consisted of going to the coffee shop for breakfast and then heading back to the tower to train for a few hours.
Phoebe, Rachel and Dick sat at a small table at the coffee shop as they waited for their drinks. Jason and Gar decided they wanted to sleep in and have protein drinks for breakfast.
"My back fucking hurts," Phoebe complained, rubbing her lower back as she was in pain.
"Ew," Rachel scrunched up her nose. "Stop talking about your sex life in front of me."
"You're disgusting," Phoebe scoffed, "Jason hit me in the back with an escrima stick yesterday and now there's a bruise."
Dick slightly smiled. "I told you to take advil."
"Fucking hate advil, I only like tylenol and we were all out of it."
"I've got a triple venti mocha for Rachel, a chai tea latte for Phoebe and a small coffee for Dirk."
The three headed over to the pick-up station to get their drinks as they heard their fake names. As they picked up their drinks, Dick corrected the guy as he said his name wrong. "Uh, Dick."
The guy raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Never mind."
Rachel snorted from the interaction as Phoebe placed cash in the tip jar. Walking over to the condiment bar to put milk and creamer in their drinks, Rachel took a sip of her mocha. "So, have you guys put any thought into our name?"
"What do you mean?" Phoebe questioned, popping the lid off of her chai tea. Quickly, she grabbed the 2% milk and poured some in, before stirring it with a stirring rod.
"Well, you guys, Hank, Dawn, and Donna were the Titans. So, what are we? The new Titans? Titans 2.0?"
"Titans: The Next Generation." Dick spoke up, causing Rachel to glare at the man as she poured sugar into her drink.
