Dick Grayson one shots

Exchange

"I... I want to... to help people," Dick mumbled, his gaze trained on his feet.

"Done," the man said, snapping his fingers. "There is, of course, the matter of payment."

Dick sagged slightly. Of course he wouldn't be able to get his wish. He didn't have anything this man would possibly want.

"I'm sure you're aware that there's a price to grant a wish," the man said. "And yours... would be a very steep price indeed."

"I... I don't have very much money," Dick replied quietly.

The man sighed. "Why did you even come then?" He asked, slight annoyance filling his voice.

"I thought... I... I thought maybe mine wouldn't be too expensive," he said, eyes pleading with the man to change his mind.

"We don't make exceptions," he said, waving Dick away.

Dick stood dejectedly, and shuffled out of the tent, trudging his way back to his car.

—

"Hey handsome," a voice called from the shadows.

Dick's head snapped around, his eyes widening a fraction when he saw a woman leaning against one of the tent poles, her eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

She grinned wolfishly. "Did you get your wish?"

Dick's face crumpled. "I couldn't afford it... I... I'll never get my wish," he mumbled.

The corners of the woman's mouth turned up a bit more. "Well. Fortunately there's something I can do about that," she said, gesturing for him to follow her.

Dick hesitated for a moment before finally following. "You can grant wishes too?" He asked.

She turned her head, flashing him a predatory grin. "I was his apprentice," she said.

Nervous excitement rolled through him.

"I do require compensation however," the woman said, turning around. "Not money of course."

"What do you want then?" Dick asked.

"I want to know who the Batman is under his mask," she whispered.

"How am I supposed to figure that out?" He asked.

"You'll understand in time," the woman replied. "I'll give you a month to figure it out, and if you haven't gotten it by then... goodbye wish. Understand?"

Dick nodded.

"Good," she replied. "Do you still want your wish?"

Dick hesitated before nodding.

"Perfect," the woman hissed, eyes glowing brighter as she raised her hands.

—

Dick awoke on a rooftop. He was decked out in Kevlar with a black domino mask covering his eyes.

An excited laugh bubbled from his lips... or at least it would've...

A folded paper slipped from Dick's hand when he instinctively reached for his throat. He stooped down, grabbing the paper and unraveling it.

'A bit of extra insurance little songbird,' it read. 'I trust you won't let word of our deal slip,' was scrawled beneath it.

Dick's mouth tightened into a grimace. He tried to speak again, and again no noise came out.

The muted horror he'd felt at not being able to speak slowly started to fade as he took in the view around him, his mouth falling open to an awed o as he watched the city of Gotham bustling around him.