Hey guys! I just wanted to kick it off with a straight message to you all; if you or someone else is being bullied, verbally, physically, or cyber bullying or whatever the hell it is...I have two words for you; Tell. Someone. It's honestly not hard! Go to someone you trust and just be casual like, "Hey, I was hoping I could talk to you about something real quick in private." Or something to that affect. No one should be treated harshly. I know what it's like and many of you probably do. I'm here to talk to you if you need it. I'll be your own private, personal therapist. For free.
Anyways, all the Robins in this will be a younger age in high school or junior high (either way, it's kind of more prominent here from experience, mostly junior high for me) and I hope you don't mind. I just think people in college are a little more grown up and I honestly don't know anything yet since I'm only in my first year and my first day of high school was in August, but you know...
Also, this is a request from SpiritWolfAngel who has inspired me to write/type/draw since I first found her. She wants to spread a message to report anything with bullying involved and to not be afraid to stand up for yourself and others.
Enjoy! <3
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Key:
(Y/N) = Your Name
(L/N) = Your Last Name
(H/L) = Hair Length
(H/C) = Hair Color
(E/C) = Eye Color
Age for ALL Robins in this preference will be in the 13-18 range
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-Richard Grayson-
You were simply excited to see your best friend, Dick Grayson, at school. He was your favorite part of the day. He was such a sweetheart and also a stinker when it came to bugging you to talk to him and not do your homework. He always preferred your presence, just from your softer nature, but you also needed the good grades. You had gotten a scholarship by the man who took your friend in, Bruce Wayne, and you were going to use it wisely.
You held a small smile in thought of him as you slipped the book you were reading on the bus into your bag. Gazing around, you frowned upon noticing that he wasn't waiting for you where you both usually met, which was in the courtyard. You sighed, perhaps he was on another business meeting he's been going to a lot lately? Either way, disappointment settled inside, although you fought it. It was hard being him and the ward of a billionaire. He would be heir more than likely if anything happened to Bruce.
Entering the building, something settled within the pit of your stomach that made it churn in a sickening way. It was instinct and you were one to follow it. Your internal compass lead you down the winding hallways of the large school, carefully taking note it was getting more and more deserted. But as your stomach churned more, making you want to throw up, you had a feeling you were just about there.
Hearing the sounds of laughter and some grunts, you slowed your walk cautiously. You winced at the sharp sounds of slapping and some thuds. "Pathetic little shrimp!" A male's voice exclaimed as another blow was dealt. You knew someone was being beaten up and you were ready to run for help or for your life, depending if you were caught or not. Either way, no turning back now. You were the type for justice.
"What a circus freak! No wonder his parents fell!" Your blood ran cold. That taunt could only fit one person and rage exploded inside. Dick.
