Dick Grayson Oneshots

Over-protective brother check

Dick was sitting on the couch watching some 'Young Sheldon' episodes while working on some files online. Multi-tasking is one of the things he was good at.

The ebony yawned before starting to type again, but before his fingers began to run through the keyboard, his phone flashed open with a notification.

He tilted his head slightly before realizing that the text was from Damian.

He didn't receive texts from the youngest Wayne often, but when he did, it was usually because no one would reply to his texts or he was bored and missed him.

Dick picked up the phone and started to read the texts.

Baby Bats <3: Grayson, I have something to tell you.

Big Bro: Yeah? What's the prob Dami?

Baby Bats <3: I-

Baby Bats <3: I have a boyfriend.

Big Bro: Congrats! Who is it?

Baby Bats <3: It's-

Baby Bats <3: Jon.

Big Bro: Like, Jon Kent? 

Baby Bats <3: Yes.

Big Bro: Congrats Dami!

Baby Bats <3: Do not plot anything Grayson, I know you too well to not know that you will plot something.

Big Bro: What do you mean? I'm just happy for you!

Baby Bats <3: Okay... Good day, Grayson.

Big Bro: Bye Dami!

Dick smiled, but not that smile. It's not the sweet, warm, and welcoming smile. It was a dark, evil, and somehow terrifying smile.

Dick didn't promise that he wouldn't plot something, he just said he wouldn't, but it didn't guarantee that he didn't already plot something.

He sighed and kept on typing, keeping those thoughts at the back of his mind, not out of those thoughts. He kept thinking about it while typing in the same topic that the file was on.

The ebony laid his body on the back of the couch as he felt someone plop beside him.

He turned his head, seeing Roy who had his arm on the head of the couch.

"Hi, Roy."

The archer looked at Dick, smiling.

"Heya, Dick. What'd I miss out on?"

Stretching his arms up in the air, he leaned toward his laptop and started typing again.

"Dami just told me that he's got himself a boyfriend."

"And you're plotting again?"

The archer pointed at his computer which he noticed but didn't turn back around.

"Nope, this is for some random story that one of my online friends asked me to write since they're going on a vacation and they can't access their phone from there. But yes, I am plotting."

Roy leaned forward to look at the file that he was typing, smirking because he was satisfied by the answer, reading the file because he was bored.

"So, who's the unlucky boy?"