Dick Grayson one shots

Solitary

I can't believe this is the 200th chapter. We've officially ran out of space and reached the end. 🥲
This one's for AlinaPetrosyan7 for the idea.

Update! I decided to start a new book of Dick Grayson short stories :) go check it out!

Solitary confinement never did good things for Dick's mind. And this time was no different.

He sat in the corner of his small cell, knees pulled up to his chest. His head was hung, his greasy hair flopped into his eyes.

The sound of his ragged breaths echoed in the plain white room.

Dick's eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenching as he replayed his last conversation with Bruce in his mind.

Fight would be a more accurate description if the words bouncing around his mind were anything to go by. He wasn't sure when that had happened, when every conversation with his adoptive father had become a verbal battle. He only knew that it had.

He trembled, curling in on himself. Sure, he understood if he wasn't the priority, assumed it actually, but it had been days. Surely someone would've thought to come after him by now.

"Why would anyone want to rescue you?" A voice spake in Dick's mind. "They probably lost track of time enjoying themselves without having to deal with you."

"S-stop," Dick whimpered.

His mind filled the silence with the sounds of footsteps, doing a fabulous job making his hallucinations seem real.

He looked up, curious as to who'd showed up to torment him this time.

Wally's fiery red hair caught his eye first, his eyes skipping down to take in the familiar details of his friend's face, his lip curled in disgust.

Dick closed his eyes. Why had Bruce left him here? Sure they'd fought, but he'd promised never to leave him alone with the hallucinations again. Not after last time.

That had been one of the few times Dick had opened up to his father since being forced to leave the mantle of Robin behind. And unlike many of the other times Bruce had opened up to him too. Nearly losing a child will do that to you.

Flashbacks of that night mingled with the confusion of the hallucinations in Dick's mind. He could practically feel the desperate way Bruce had held onto him that night. He remembered the whispered pleas to stay with him, to keep breathing.

Flickers of that night edged his vision, the hallucinations who'd surrounded him appearing momentarily only to disappear again.

He was glad they didn't stick around. There was a reason he'd tried to end it all that night.

But he'd gotten help. Bruce had been there for him, supporting him and encouraging him to consider both therapy and medication...

He'd been fine for a few days after being taken, surviving off the few pills he'd tucked away in his suit's hidden compartment on a whim.

He wasn't fine now.

And he doubted anyone was even looking for him.

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"I guess I was wrong about you," Falcone mused, nudging Dick with his foot.

Dick didn't react, his eyes flicking momentarily to Jason's bloodied hallucination glaring at him from the opposite corner of the room.

"I thought Batman would come for you."

Dick tensed.

"Struck a nerve there," Falcone said with a chuckle. "Don't worry. You're worthless to me now. I'll put you out of your misery."