Grief

Anger

Grayson x Reader: You are Dick Grayson's long time girlfriend. In the wake of his death from the hands of the Crime Syndicate you confront Bruce for answers.

As time passed on you started to feel close to normal again. You went back to work a few days after the funeral and they welcomed you back with open arms. You could tell by some of the looks that people gave you that they wanted to talk to you openly about it. Dick had been unmasked and outed to the world as Nightwing and it wasn't a secret around the work that he was your boyfriend. No one dared ask you though, for that you were thankful. You already had to change your phone number to avoid the persistent calls from reporters.

Each day felt a little bit easier. You were less prone to tears when you came in contact with things that reminded you of Dick. But you found that your sadness was beginning to be replaced by anger. You began to feel angry at the world for taking Dick from you, anger at Bruce for not doing enough to save him, and anger at Dick for getting himself into a situation that he couldn't survive from. You felt guilty for being angry at Dick but you couldn't help it. You wanted something, somebody to blame for Dick's death and some nights he seemed to be the person to blame.

You woke up early one Saturday feeling refreshed and more content than you had in a long time. You decided to take advantage of your good mood and pack up some of Dick's things. You figured you couldn't hold on to his things for forever especially since some of the dredged up painful memories for you more often than not.

Handling Dick's things wasn't as painful for you today, you actually enjoyed reminiscing on all of the good times that you had with him. That quickly ended when you came across the spare Nightwing supplies in his part of the closet. It was well hidden but the unmistakable flash of red caught your eye among his clothes. You pulled it out and gripped the fabric tightly, feeling a pit of anger boil in your stomach. You stuffed the suit in an empty box and gathered all the other Nightwing equipment you knew was hidden in your apartment underneath floorboards and in drawers. By the time you found everything that you knew was in your apartment you had a sizable collection of wingdings, escrima sticks and other gadgets in the box with his spare suit.

You grabbed the heavy box, got in your car and drove away from the city and to Wayne Manor. You wanted to rid yourself of Nightwing, a painful reminder of the reason Dick's life was taken. More importantly you felt that it was time that you and Bruce have a heart to heart. You wanted him to tell you first hand about what happened. You needed answers.

You pulled into the manor and parked your car in front of the house. Alfred was waiting to greet you in the doorway. You figured this place was rigged with a million different cameras and sensors and Alfred probably saw your car approaching from a mile away.

"Good morning Ms. [Y/N]. It is quite the surprise to see you here today." Alfred greeted you as you exited your car.

"Is Mr. Wayne here today?" You asked immediately getting down to business. "I have things that I need to say to him." You explained.

"He is but I am afraid that he is otherwise occupied in a passion project of his." Alfred said apologetically. You nodded with a furrowed brow, knowing exactly the truth behind his words.

"I understand, Alfred, I really do but I need to give him some of Dick's more private things." You said gesturing to the box in the front seat of your car. "Not to mention that he still owes me some answers." You reasoned. Alfred thought about what you had said for a moment before motioning you inside with an extended hand. You pulled the box out of your car and followed him into the manor.

The halls inside the manor seemed more empty and lifeless than it had when you had previously visited with Dick. Now with both Damian and Dick gone, you figured that this manor didn't see nearly as much activity as it used to. Those two gave this place life, you realized.