Dick Grayson one shots

Words hurt

Dick knew, or rather assumed, that when Bruce started out the mission briefing with the word covert, that the mission would be anything but that.

As the one who was most likely not to have Damian attempt to kill him, Bruce had chosen Dick to go with his youngest brother to gather info on a local base for a meta trafficking unit.

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"Nightwing to Robin," Dick whispered into his com unit. "I have sights on them. Two seedy looking men, and three children... young children. How're things going gathering the intel?"

Damian huffed, "98% downloaded. Just a few more min—" Damian's voice cut off, a gunshot echoing in Dick's ears.

"No," Dick said under his breath, instantly heading in the direction he'd sent Damian at the first of the mission. 'Please don't let him be hurt,' he thought to himself desperately.

Dick paused and allowed the shadows to envelop him as two more men emerged, hauling Damian who was kicking and screaming profanities at his captors.

A sigh of relief was barely audible as Dick saw that his brother was alright.

Damian was dragged up to the man who seemed to be in charge. He was wearing a hood low over his face, but his twisted grin was still visible.

"Well well well... if it isn't Robin number... what was it... 4? 5?"

"I am the only Robin you maggot," Damian spat.

The man only laughed. "Twould seem someone thinks highly of himself."

Damian snarled, clenching his fists.

"If you would please stand down little hero. Our buyer is about to pick up," the man said.

"No," Damian hissed, pulling a detonator and pressing the button.

Dick eyes widened from his perch as he suddenly noticed the explosives around the warehouse. Damian had rigged the place to blow.

The man's eyes widened. "What have you done?" He asked as the first bomb went off.

The building shook and chunks of the ceiling rained down. Dick swung down, placing himself as a sort of human shield above the three meta children as the building crumbled.

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Damian coughed some of the dust from his lungs, looking around at the rubble from his explosion. It didn't seem like such a good idea now...

"What have you done?" The hooded man asked.

"I stopped the buy nitwit," Damian said through clenched teeth.

The hooded man looked appalled. "Your Batman would never approve of this method," he said. "We're in the business of selling metas not killing them."

"You're a fool if you think selling them in the first place is any type of humane," Damian retorted.

"At lest they'd still be alive!" The man shouted.

Damian paused, and for the first time looked around at the mess he'd caused. The realization dawning on him that  neither the children or Dick had emerged from the rubble... Dread filled his heart as he realized that his impetuousness had possibly just killed 4 innocents.

Fueled by his dread and rage, Damian spat insults at the man, barely thinking about the venomous words he was directing at his foe.

"You have a sharp tongue little boy..." the man interrupted, "maybe this will help you learn to tame it," he said, his voice echoing through the rubble.

For an instant Damian felt something like a hot breeze blow through him, and then it was gone, along with the man.

Damian sat there for a few minutes before he heard a shifting in the rubble.