Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

More Talon!Dick

Some talon!Dick because that is my shit right now and I'm sorry if you don't like it

EDIT: TW BURNS

In the kitchen, Alfred was in charge of looking after the boys since Bruce was out at work and there was no school. They didn't mind spending time with the elderly butler and he didn't mind having them around as he baked. He assigned them tasks and they all got on as per usual. They thought that doing small domestic things helped ease Dick back into being a normal kid. Well, a more normal kid than he was before. His Talon training would always be ingrained in him and his features were permanently changed by them but he could reclaim the personality they'd tried so hard to take away from him. As they baked, Dick had climbed onto the corner next to the hob. His job was to call out when the chocolate had melted. This part when down without a hitch and Alfred took it away to pour the melted chocolate into some molds. This left Dick next to a very hot hob, unattended.

"Is something burning?" Jason asked as a whiff of burning hit his nose. Damian had looked at the cakes in the oven and shook his head. 

"Not that I can see," he stated. Then he was hit with the strong burnt smell too. He looked over to Tim and Alfred who smelt the pungent smell also. His eyes passed over Dick and saw that his hand was pressed on the hob. The red light to show the device was still hot was clearly displayed and he was sure that his hand was where the pan had just been. He ran over and pulled his hand off it, revealing a large burn across his hand. Dick didn't look fazed at the sight of his sizzling flesh. "Oh, that must've been what was burning," he said dismissively. He tried to take his hand from Damian's grip but the older tightened his hold, unwilling to let the boy escape before he could get treatment for the burn. 

"Drake, first aid kit," he ordered. The younger nodded and searched for the kit whilst Alfred walked over and inspected the burn. It didn't look serious enough to go to hospital but it should've been enough to make him cry out in pain or at least take his hand off of it. Any other child would've been screaming but Dick wasn't any other child. 

"Doesn't it hurt?" Alfred asked. It was almost scary to see the blank expression he saw. Dick shook his head, staring at the layers of skin that had been burnt off. 

"How can't you? It has to hurt," Damian insisted. The fact that he didn't remove his hand played on their minds. It was a simple reaction. When you feel pain, you try to stop the pain by doing whatever you can. That's how it worked. But that wasn't how Dick worked apparently. Did he like the pain? Was this something they should've looked out for? Is this a warning sign that he needed more therapy sessions? "Well, it doesn't."

Before they could open that can of worms, Tim returned with the burns kit and Alfred got to work patching the boy up. Still, he saw no twinge of pain in Dick's face, even when he sprayed the disinfecting spray on it. It was if he mentally checked out. But he couldn't have. Even the most trained fighters would've at least flinched at it. Dick sensed there was something wrong and raised a curious eyebrow at the butler. "You know you can cry around us, don't you Master Dick?" Alfred inquired. He received a nod from the boy and the curious look on his face strengthened. "And now would be an appropriate time to cry, so you can cry," he continued. Something behind Dick's eyes suggested that he knew he should be doing it but he just couldn't. Jason climbed up onto the counter and put his hand on his shoulder. 

"It's like you can't even feel it," he said. He knew what he was doing. He just needed to trigger something in the younger to tell them. Dick didn't answer and once Alfred was done, he ripped his hand away and got off the counter. Jason's suggestion had been a little too obvious and prompt. He didn't like that. "I'm going to my room. Is that alright?" After receiving a nod, he briskly walked out of the room.