Dick Grayson one shots

Cave-in

This one's been chillin for a while, so I decided to finally finish it :) I have like 50 partially written drafts rn... 😅

Jason raced through the cave, his family close behind. The men they were chasing were nearing the exit, and Jason knew they'd escape if he didn't stop them before they emerged.

Not thinking about anything other than stopping the men, Jason fired his guns at the stalactites above the entrance to the cave.

A rumble echoed around them all as pieces of the cave began to crumble down around them.

The subsequent darkness was broken by a light in Bruce's hand as he rushed forward, incapacitating the men they'd been chasing before scanning what he could see of the cave for his children.

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Dick struggled to breathe under the crushing weight of the rocks. Pain radiated through his body, seemingly increasing with each gasp of a breath.

Nothing felt broken, but Dick was 99% sure something was seriously wrong with him internally. He managed to move his legs enough to get a few rocks to roll off of him, shifting underneath the rocks until more of them rolled away, eventually freeing himself completely.

By this time, the rest of the family had gathered, flocking to the light of Bruce's collapsible lantern.

Dick stumbled over as Damian and Tim walked off in the direction the mouth of the cave had been previously.

Bruce turned to Jason. "What were you thinking?!" He shouted. "You could've gotten us killed!"

"Well I didn't!" Jason shouted back. "We're all fine."

"What would've happened if one of us had gotten hurt?" Bruce snarled. "Would you have even cared?"

"B?" Dick mumbled, laying his hand on Bruce's arm, interrupting his and Jason's argument momentarily.

Bruce brushed his hand off. "Not now Dick, I'm talking to Jason," he said dismissively.

"More like yelling," Tim mumbled from his position at the now blocked entrance of the cave where he and Damian were trying to find an exit.

"But-

This time he was cut off by Jason. "Can't you see the old man and I are arguing Goldie?" He said, sending a glare Dick's way.

"Bruce..." Dick said, his voice almost pleading as he swayed on his feet.

"You're fine Dick," Bruce said, his reply clipped. Neither he nor Jason spared a look at the acrobat as they picked up their argument.

Wet coughing followed by a soft thud drew Damian's attention, and he quickly rushed to his brother's side, followed closely by Tim. "Can you two stop fighting?!" The youngest shouted, his voice spiked with panic.

Bruce finally looked over, freezing when he saw the blood coating his eldest's lips as he lay on the floor.

Dick's eyes flickered open staring unseeing at the ceiling above. "Bruce..." he mumbled.

Bruce fell to his knees by his son's side. "I'm here Dickie," he said, gripping Dick's hand in his own.

Dick let out a relieved breath, one that turned into pained coughing.

Bruce pulled his son's head into his lap, carding his fingers through his hair in an effort to offer some sort of comfort.

Dick whimpered softly. "Hurts," he mumbled.

"I'm so sorry," Bruce whispered. "I should've listened..."

Jason was in shock as he stared at his brother's broken looking form. He'd done this. He'd caused the cave-in without any thought to the lives of those around him.

A tug on his arm brought him out of his stupor. "We need to find a way out Jay," Tim said, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Dick doesn't have much time."