Dick Grayson (Police Officer AU)

Crystal Ball

Dick Grayson. A twenty eight year old man whom worked for the Gotham Police force. He was one of the most dependable and loyal men you could find.

He walked into the station with a heavy sigh, "What's the call about this time?" He asked as he slid into his chair beside Tim Drake, the forensic scientist.

Tim looked up at him with a frown, "There was another murder." He pulled out a file, "Of a boy named Colin."

Dick sighed, "Damn... That's the third one this month!" He groaned out.

The scientist nodded solemnly, "Yeah I know, Jason already went to the crime scene with the chief." He informed.

The chief. Bruce Wayne, aka Dick Grayson's 'son's' father. It was confusing, really.

Bruce had a son with a woman from a family of nobility, but he couldn't take care of him. So, Dick adopted the son as his own and cared for him ever since.

"I see. Did they find anything interesting yet?" Dick asked, scooting his chair closer to the other's laptop.

Tim glanced at him, "No. Not yet." He replied.

"Cause of death?"

"Cyanide poisoning and a stab wound to the throat."

Dick rubbed his forehead, "This guy is a morbid little... Turd." He finished lamely. He hated swearing.

Tim nodded, "Agreed." He sighed, "We need a lead soon."

Dick hummed, "I'm going to go get some coffee. Want any?" He asked, standing up from his chair.

"Yeah, thanks." Tim thanked as his tired eyes scanned his typed up documents.

Dick trudged through the busy corridor of the station, dodging secretaries and other officers. He made it to the lounge and poured two cups. One was straight up black coffee, for Tim, and a coffee with milk and sugar, for himself.

He carefully picked up the drinks and started to walk back when he heard Tim yelling. He gasped and ran for his team's work room and blinked when he saw Tim on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Dick asked warily.

Tim groaned, "Jason sent me a picture of a chopped off finger." He grumbled.

"Oh, well here's your coffee." Dick set the hot drink on the space beside the keyboard.

Tim got back into his seat and glanced at his phone, "..."

Dick smiled softly, "Waiting for Connor?" He asked with a slight teasing tone.

The other flushed a bright red before clearing his throat. "He's supposed to pick me up after work, but I'm staying later because of this case. I'm waiting to see if he got my message." He told him.

Dick nodded.

An hour later the Homicide Department doors opened. Dick and Tim turned to see Connor, Tim's boyfriend.

Connor grinned slightly at Tim's adorably tired face and held up two bags of McDonald's, "Anyone need a pick me up?" He asked.

Dick almost cried, "You are a savior, a saint." He choked up.

Connor laughed and handed one bag to Dick before carrying the other to Tim. "Enjoy. There's a Big Mac, fries, and a pie." He informed.

Tim yawned, "Thanks, Con." He drawled out as he took a few fries and shoved them in his mouth.

Before Connor could reply, a red flashing light blinked on Tim's emergency phone.