Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

I'm not doing drugs

I was supposed to be taking a break until the new year and shit but I have ideas that I really want you guys to see. Plus I'm bored

Edited 07/02/2024: format changes and I changed the amount he's asking for/added some extra reasons why they came to that conclusion

"I gave you $150 last week, you can't have spent it all," Bruce argued. These last couple of months, Dick had been asking for money. It was the same amount every time and he'd always ask on every Wednesday before being busy for some reason or another the day after. His brothers were getting suspicious whilst Bruce was just sick of handing over the money with seemingly improvised excuses. If he needed a consistent stream of money then surely he should just set up a monthly transfer to his account. It would be much easier.

"I know you did but there was something wrong with my plumbing and I had to use most of it then I'm on monthly pay so I won't get the money to cover the rest of the month till the 26th. Please, I promise I'll stop asking after this. Things are just hard lately with budget cuts and trust me if I thought this was gonna be a permanent gig, I'd ask for my trust fund but it's just spotting me for one thing," Dick reasoned. Jason, Tim, and Damian exchanged looks of scepticism between themselves. 

With a sigh, Bruce handed over the money. After all, he was a billionaire. $150 was chump change. He'd spent more on breakfast. Hell, he'd probably spent more on a bottle of champagne he never intended to drink. Plus, this was Dick. His first son didn't like to ask for money so if he was asking for it, he really needed it. Dick grinned at him and hugged him tightly. 

"Thank you so much, I'll pay you back I swear!" he said, leaving for his apartment soon after.

After watching the event unfold in front of him, Jason decided to voice their concerns. 

"Don't you find it odd that Dick's blowing through money like I do bullets?" he asked. Bruce raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. 

"$150 isn't that much," he answered. The deadpan looks he received suggested otherwise. He'd grown up rich and he often forgot that most of his kids didn't. Those who did still understood what was too much for a normal person. "Okay, maybe it is."

"Isn't it a little suspicious that this is the first time he's ever asked for money? Let alone persuade you to give it to him? Hell, he's got a full-time job when your trust fund for him is sitting right there untouched. Don't you find that weird?" Tim added. He didn't like to think that Dick was doing something unsavoury with this money but he couldn't deny what was clear. This whole situation felt off and they weren't getting the full story. 

"What are you suggesting he's doing with this money then?"

"Drugs," Damian put simply.

"Or something else illegal," Tim added. 

They couldn't go around accusing Bruce's first protege of doing drugs without anything other than circumstantial evidence. After all, assuming makes an ass out of you and I. It was just weird that he was for some reason blowing through the monthly income that he had been able to live on easily, being unavailable the day after with no explanation and they had to admit his behaviour had changed a little. It wasn't significant but it was noticeable. He was more queasy at meals, often avoiding eating everything on his plate and profusely apologising after since he hated to waste food. He seemed agitated more often although he hadn't blown up at anyone. He shook and fidgeted on occasion with seemingly no explanation. Their mentor let the information sink in and then spoke up again.