Night-Shots (Oneshots)

First Love never Dying - RoyDick.

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Heads Up: Mr and Mrs Grayson are going to be bad parents in this oneshot. I feel terrible for making them bad parents like this but it must be done. Also, no hero universe this is based on. 

He was born with an identical twin. His parents wanted matching but old and mostly unique for the time period they lived in now. So, he was named Richard, Dick for short and his younger brother was named Ricky, Ric for short. 

They were a happy family, full of love, support and happiness. Their parents never dressed them up in matching outfits, not often. They rarely did during their early baby days but stopped once our personalities started to show. Never forced us to do matching hobbies or spend all our time togehter as if we were one. 

They left us to chose our own paths separately, loving us both equally and accepting whatever hobby or personality we gained in the moment as they came.

But Ric still wasn't happy with different life's when we could both appear to be each other's mirror reflection. We were so alike in appearance that he felt like he'd never stand as his own person. Ric cares and loves me as I do him. He just felt trapped.

Even when he stuck to buzz cuts since schools wouldn't allow bald students. He chose different clothing styles and slowly became a troubled student due to his bad temper. 

We were both smart. Much smarter than anyone gave us credit for. I did well in school, enjoyed crafts and sports. I was overly friendly and a bit of a people pleaser. I was happy to help other's when they asked and I unconsciously did things to make other people's lives easier. Even during my gymnastic class, I would help other's learn moves they were struggling with once I had perfected them much quicker than anyone else. I breathed to fly and bend and be boneless. 

Ric hid his intelligence. Didn't try hard in school, and we were in middle school making a merely painted photo part of our "grade" at the time. He always snapped at other's and said whatever came to his head, not thinking anything through. He stood up for himself and snapped at anyone who was purposely taking advantage of my own kindness. He was good at sports but he was rough and took every pe class as a chance to take his pent up moods out on anyone standing before him. He just didn't try at school, in classes, to make friends or to learn how to be more careful around others. 

He gave up, grew worse when it was clear that our classmates and teacher's only knew us apart by our different hair styles. Proven so by the term we both returned with buzz cuts, a favour I did for my brother who begged to get matching hair styles to test his theory. Proving he was right only made him angrier at the world and over us being twins. 

But his suffering didn't last for long, he'd always be known as Ricky "Ric" Grayson by the rest of the world whenever they walk past him. 

When we were eight, he died. 

A hit and run. 

The suspect wasn't never taken to court for his crimes. The detective on the case had a feeling over who might have done it, knowing a certain bad man often sped around in the area and had hit and killed a few people in the past. But sadly evidence was found and so, the suspect got away with only being kept in a holding cell for a night.