Dick Grayson one shots

I'm here

Dick tried to breathe through the anger that clouded his mind.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about," Bruce said, gesturing toward Dick. "You're too erratic. You let your decisions in the field be compromised by emotion."

"I saved lives," Dick argued. "Last time I checked that was more important than information on a flash drive."

"If you were good enough at the job you could've done both," Bruce spat. "This conversation is done."

Dick clenched his jaw, turning and hopping on his motorcycle. Bruce was one to talk about emotions, seeing as he had none himself.

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Time skip

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Dick leaned against a partially shadowed wall, watching everyone saying their temporary farewells to the members of the league who were headed off to their trial on Rimbor. He'd toyed with the idea of not coming at all, but the part of him that still longed for a father figure had forced him to at least show up.

Besides, there was a real possibility that the leaguers would be convicted of their crimes and imprisoned. Not only that, but the mission Dick was planning to lead would be no walk in the park either.

Even so, he stood in the shadows, hoping Bruce wouldn't notice him, or more accurately, hoping Bruce wouldn't try and talk to him. Very few people had even noticed that he was there.

When the time came for the leaguers on trial to leave Dick started to panic. What if he died while Bruce was gone? He'd never get to see him again... never get to make things right. "B!" He called as Bruce boarded the Javelin.

Bruce turned, the lenses of his cowl narrowing slightly when he saw Dick running toward him.

Dick stood there in silence for a moment, not sure what to say. "Don't die," was what his mind finally decided on.

The corner of Bruce's mouth quirked up slightly. "I'll try," he said, raising his arms for just a moment as if he was going to offer a hug only to change his mind and simply turn away.

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Time skip ~ basically skip all of YJ season 2 :)

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Dick was curled up in his bed as he had been for the past few days. He lay there, eyes burning with unshed tears... he didn't deserve to cry, not when the one he was mourning had died because of him.

A message lit up the screen of his phone, which he promptly ignored. He couldn't bear to see the picture of him, Wally, and Roy that was currently set as his background photo. Not when Wally was gone.

The air shifted in the silent room, the quiet swooshing of a cape alerting him to another presence in the room. He didn't much care however, so he remained motionless on the bed, hoping whoever it was would think he was asleep and leave him alone.

"Dick," Bruce's voice called.

Dick curled in on himself even more. He didn't need a lecture right now... he really didn't.

"Come on bud, I know you're awake," Bruce prodded softly.

"I should've been able to save him... if... if I was good enough I would've been able to do both," he said, his voice raw and immensely broken sounding. "W-Wally died because of me," he whispered.

"No," Bruce was quick to counter. "He sacrificed himself to save everyone... it was his choice not yours." He perched himself precariously on the edge of the bed Dick was lying on.

"If I was good enough at the job..." Dick began, voice breaking.

Bruce recognized the words he'd spoken to his son all those months ago. "We're not gods Dick. There will be times when we can't save everyone," he said. "And I'm sorry that I made you feel like that was your fault."

Dick let out a rough sob. "Th-this should've b-been the time I s-saved everyone," he mumbled. "I wish so badly that it had been me instead of him," he sobbed.

Bruce gently pulled the acrobat into his lap, cradling him close to his chest.

For the first time since Wally had died Dick sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he clung to Bruce's Batman suit.

Bruce wished he knew what to say... what to do. It hurt to see his son so distraught, each tear shed like a prick to his own heart. He rubbed a gentle hand up and down Dick's entirely too bony back. "I'm here," he promised. "I know that's not enough, but... it's all I've got."

Dick continued to cry, his fists gripping handfuls of Bruce's cape. It hurt, having to bury a friend. Having to move on without that piece of himself as if life was still the same, but Bruce's words, however cliche they were, offered some comfort.

Whatever came next, he was glad he wouldn't be alone.