Dick Grayson one shots

He's the favorite

Not me just now realizing how absolutely tiny 8 year olds are... Bruce my man, you good?

Reverse batfam my guy this one's for L30NN30NTH3ST4R

During the winter months the manor's driveway was like a death trap. It was steep, and usually covered in ice and slush.

Thus, it had become necessary for someone other than Alfred to haul the trash and recycling bins down to the road once a week to be collected.

Everyone took a turns taking it down... it was either that or miss patrol for the rest of the week, so Dick found himself sliding his way down the hill with the trash and recycling in tow, only a few months after starting his turn as Robin.

Dick's heart raced, gaze darting from shadow to shadow, half expecting someone to jump out and take him. He wasn't accustomed to being out in the dark by himself.

Bruce always made sure to keep a very close eye on the acrobat when he brought him on patrols, feeling very much like a mother hen.

Dick, however, had come to appreciate it. Things were way less scary when he knew Bruce had his back.

A particularly icy patch of the driveway caught Dick by surprise, his feet sliding out from underneath him as he reached the gate.

He hit the ground with an oof, his pants immediately soaking in the cold slush. "G-great," he mumbled pushing himself back to his feet.

Once the two bins were sitting outside the gate, Dick started the treacherous journey back up to the manor.

He fell over and over, his hands scraping on the icy concrete. As he neared the door, he lost his balance once again, his foot bending unnaturally underneath him.

Dick quickly scrambled inside, shivering from the cold.

Tim snickered as he walked past, seeing his soaking wet clothes. "Trouble getting back to the door Dickie?" He asked, mussing the younger's hair.

Dick huffed and folded his arms across his chest. "I'm going to change for patrol," he muttered, heading for the Batcave.

—

It was about halfway through patrol that Dick noticed his ankle was hurting, the foot beginning to swell in his short boot.

Bruce seemed to notice too, because he kept him so close he was practically wrapped in the older vigilante's cape.

Unfortunately, they happened to stumble upon a gang at the very moment Dick was about to ask Bruce if he could call Damian to take him home.

The gang split when they saw Bruce, half of them running off with Batman on their heels, the other half staying behind for Dick to fight by himself.

The gang members weren't very well trained Dick discovered, and he was able to take them down relatively quickly even with his injured foot, but they must've been better runners than fighters, because Bruce didn't come back...

Dick tied all the men who'd been left and even alerted the police, but Bruce was still nowhere to be found.

Not knowing what else to do, Dick wandered the empty streets looking for Bruce or one of his older brothers. He'd never been left alone on a patrol for more than 5 or so minutes, and he was starting to get scared.

—

Gotham wasn't very familiar to Dick yet, and he had no way of knowing that he was wandering out of the safer area of town and toward the more seedy places. All he knew was that he was lost, and he just wanted to see a familiar face.