Dick Grayson one shots

College

We all know that one teacher/professor who makes it seem like class attendance is more important than life itself smh

Damian frowned as he dialed Dick's number yet again. The elder should've been done with school by now, and he never ever missed their weekly calls.

The tone to leave a message played, and Damian pressed the button to end the call.

He wasn't desperate enough to leave a message... or maybe he was... he did, however have appearances to keep up.

It was just as easy to hack into Dick's phone GPS after all.

Dick's location came up as a pinprick of red in the sea of Gotham streets.

Damian's brow furrowed when he checked and double checked the location. Why would Dick be chilling in some random alley.

"Father," He called as he walked around the manor.

"B isn't here," Jason called from his place on one of the manor's many couches.

Damian huffed. "I need a ride downtown," he said, folding his arms over his chest as if daring Jason to defy him.

Jason just hummed, returning his attention to his book.

Damian huffed. The things he didn't do for his eldest brother. "Would you please take me Jason?" He asked.

Jason blinked in surprise, staring at Damian's worry creased face for a moment. "Uh... sure," he replied, standing and heading to the garage. "We'll have to take one of Bruce's cars though. My bike's just about out of gas."

Damian nodded and climbed into one of Bruce's many cars.

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"Turn right here," Damian instructed, glancing down ever so often at the tracking program he had pulled up on his phone. "Stop here," he finally said.

Jason raised an eyebrow, looking around at the seemingly random street.

Damian jumped out and headed toward a shadowed alley.

"Hey!" Jason called, jumping out of the car and running after the younger.

He skidded to a halt when he saw Damian cradling Dick's still body in his arms.

Schoolbooks were strewn across the ground, the screen of Dick's phone little more than shards of glass.

Jason's chest tightened with worry as he took stock of the situation.

Dick's sweatshirt was smeared with blood and dirt, the dark fabric preventing Jason from seeing just how much blood had been lost.

"Help him," Damian pleaded, looking up at Jason with tears in his eyes.

Jason knelt at his brother's side. "We don't have any medical supplies on us. It'll be best for us to get him to the hospital as fast as possible," he explained as he lifted Dick's limp body in his arms.

Damian looked around like he wanted to collect what was left of Dick's things.

"Grab the backpack and leave the rest," Jason instructed. "Bruce can always buy him new textbooks."

Damian nodded, rushing back to the car with Dick's backpack in hand. "Maybe Tim can go grab them,"he mumbled, his mind slightly unfocused as he stared at his eldest brother's pale face.

Jason contacted Bruce, Tim, and Alfred, filling them in on the details of Dick's condition.

Tim offered to go collect the things that had been left at the scene, intending to do a bit of detective work as well to see if he could figure out what had happened.