Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Let's get some fresh eyes on this

Just as I announced I needed some fresh eyes on this stuff so maybe I can come up with something - I think I got a little defeated since they've been sat unfinished since last year XD

Also, I'm posting a lot now but I wouldn't get too used to it with the mock week coming up soon along with exams and trying to cram a year's worth of knowledge back in my head

Aromantic_Satan requested a story a while ago and because it'll pander to my angst

"Point is, none of us was prepared for living here. You know what we did to settle in better?" Dick shook his head. "We asked for help. We told someone how we felt. It's the only way you can feel better." The younger hummed. He supposed he better start talking.

The room was quiet. Dick wished he could smoke so badly. His leg bounced up and down as he thought about what to say, what to do, who to be. How was he supposed to ask for help when he'd been taught help got you nowhere? Was he just supposed to spill his guts? What if they didn't like what he had to spill? He glanced up at them. None of them were accustomed to the rich life either when they first came and he didn't doubt they had their own issues. What if his own wasn't as bad as theirs? They might just tell him to suck it up. Tell him that his problems were hardly problems. "Why do you feel the need to smoke?" Tim asked, striking up a conversation that would surely reveal some answers. 

"It helps. Gives me a break from things," he answered. "A guy I knew gave me one after my surgery. It's been a habit since then."

"Then we'll need to replace that," Damian stated. "Exercise will be a good start considering how much damage you've might've done to yourself." The teen shrugged at the solution. He took to biting his thumbnail. There wasn't much nail left. It was just another bad habit he had. At least it was less unhealthy than the others.

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I'm pretty sure this was about Talon Dick but I could adapt it to something else

Nightwing returned to patrol a little later than usual and crept into his apartment. He tried to keep quiet as to not wake his girlfriend and sat down on the couch. He pulled off his heavy boots so he wouldn't create too much sound and set them down in their usual place. There was hardly any sound in the apartment so he assumed Barbara had gone to bed. He didn't blame her. She'd have work in the morning. He pulled off his suit too so he didn't make noise when trying to get it off when he was in the bedroom. Admittedly, Dick was tired. Incredibly tired. He'd been working late for a week in a row then getting up to get Barbara to work in the morning. Then he'd spend the day researching cases for that night. It was a vicious cycle he knew but he couldn't help but push himself to his limits. He blamed old training. So did everyone else. They had to beg him to stop at some points. He wondered how long it would take before someone would force him to have a night off. Dick quietly walked down the hall and cracked open the door. Indeed, Barbara was fast asleep in bed. He smiled softly at her then sneaked inside before getting in bed. She stirred slightly at his presence. "Late night?" she murmured sleepily. He hummed and snuggled up beside her. "You do your checks?"

"It'll be fine," he responded.

"Did you check last night?"

"No." She turned to face him and immediately screwed up her eyebrows when her eyes landed on him. "Turn on the light," she told him. He did so. As she suspected, the odd ring she'd seen around his eye was a budding bruise. She sat up straight away and cupped his face. "What?" he asked, not knowing why she was staring at him with such intent.