Batfamily oneshots

I'm sorry

Tim was sat. Waiting.
Dick had said he would come and take him to the arcade. Something they often did together. But, recently, Dick hadn't gotten him. He'd always call and say that something had come up.

~flashbacks~
"Hey Timmy! Im so sorry. I can't get you today. Something has come up!"
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"Hiya Tim, sorry I can't go to the arcade this week, but I promise I'll make it up to you!"

~end of flashbacks~

Tim couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. However, more so, he felt concerned for Dick. Usually Dick never cancelled on him, and in that last voicemail, he had sounded really tired.
So, when Tim got a text message, "Tim, I'm really sorry I can't -"
Tim didn't even finish reading the sentence he just got up and hopped on his moped.
(I feel as though he'd have a moped.)
And he headed for Dick's apartment.

Arriving at Dick's place, Tim uses the spare key that Dick had given to each of his siblings for if ever Bruce got bad.
He unlocked the door and was shocked. The apartment was a mess. Stuff, everywhere.
Tim carefully walked in, his bo staff, held in a tight grip in his hands, unsure if it was a criminal who had messed it all up. He crept towards Dicks bedroom and what he saw, hurt him.
It was Dick laying in his bed.
Doing...nothing.
His expression was that of a blank void.
"Dickie?"
Dick immediately tries to sit up, but there is no hurry as he struggles.
"Timmy?"
Dick covers his face. To hide the red puffy eyes and the hollow, blackened skin around them. He wore exhaustion on his face, as thick as a scarf.
Tim is just concerned as he puts his staff down and walks towards the bed, a hand placed on Dicks shoulder.
"Dickie...whats wrong?"
Dick sighs.
"I just...I've gone back into a...bad mental space."
Dick admits, unable to deny it.
Tim's expression softens.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I don't want to burden anyone, and I never have a reason to go into a bad space, yet I always end up in one."
"You could never burden us. Hell, after I told Jason you were cancelling on me, he got worried. He said he'd check on you when he gets back from Metropolis."
Dicks eyes soften.
"He said that?"
"...I did."
Jason's voice fills the room as he walks in.
"You look like shit, Goldie."
Dick comedically scoffs.
"You don't say?"
Jason just grins.
"Come on. I've already phoned Bruce, and Alfred is making sure your room at the manor is set up."
Dick tries to debate.
"But I'm ok here I-"
"No buts."
Tim cuts him off as Jason continues.
"Dickie...look, i get that you dont want to be a burden, but we want our brother back. Demon spawn hasnt been the same, and the others are all duller as well."
It only just seems to catch up to Dick that people love and care for him. And, by him hurting himself, he's indirectly hurting his siblings.
"Alright then."
His two brothers let out sighs of relief.
"We'll wait for you in your lounge, get changed, you dont need to pack. You have everything you need at the manor."
Dick just nods, and they both walk out.
Dick pries himself off of his bed, takes a quick shower, and changes.
He walks out to see his brothers standing in a clean living room, one in which was previously cluttered.
"You guys didn't..."
"Of course we did."
"Goldie, as much as i don't say it, you deserve it. You deserve everything. You're too good for this."
Dick was honestly on the verge of tears as Jason pulled him into a hug.
"Don't get used to this."
Dick chuckles softly against Jason's shoulder.
"I won't."

~time skip, at the manor

The three boys arrive at the manor, and Alfred is waiting for them.
"My poor boy."
Alfred says as Dick just immediately hugs him.
Wrapping his arms around Richard, Alfred holds the boy, just like how he used to years prior.
After a bit of a reunion, Dick and his brothers head to his room.
Dick walks in and stuff he owned when he was nine, still lines the shelves.
He takes a deep breath.
"Richard."
Dick turns around as he hears Damians voice and sees that Jason and Tim are both gone.
"Hey, Dami-"
Dick gets caught off guard as he feels a pair of arms wrap around his torso.
"I was worried, Grayson."
That hits Dick harder than a punch to the gut.
"I'm sorry, Dami."
Dick holds Damian, hugging him back.
"Richard, promise me that you will tell me, or the others when you get like this again?"
...
"I promise, Dami."
"Good."
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Heyyy it's been a while since I've updated this due to GCSE'S.
But I have a half term, so I may try and write more, but I hope you all know, since I have a longer summer this year I will be writing often.
Hope you enjoyed this one!!!