Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

this was supposed to be happy and I really said no

I mean it gets fluffy at the end but I vibed out

As to make sure that he wasn't in any danger, Dick had to be with someone for most of his day. It was also so he didn't get lonely. He had a lot of questions though which made looking after him quite taxing. He was just curious. Most of his memories had been wiped so he couldn't remember a lot of things he was probably exposed to as a child. The Batcave normally kept him pretty occupied. Alfred, although he simply adored the boy, was getting rather sick of his questions so he dropped him off on someone else. That someone else probably wasn't his best idea but when you had a small child run up to you with different items he'd just taken and asking about them every six seconds you'd do just about anything for a moment of peace. He knocked on Damian's bedroom door with Dick by his side and waited for a response. "Come in," Damian called. He walked in with a kind yet desperate smile. 

"Damian, could you look after Dick for a moment? I'm working with bleach upstairs and that's not the time for him to get curious," Alfred explained.

"I know what bleach is," Dick stated.

"I can deal with him," Damian replied. The butler mouthed a thank you and patted Dick on the back, telling him to stay with his older brother. He nodded and went inside, sitting on the bed. They sat in comfortable silence as Damian scrolled through his newsfeed for a moment before Dick tilted his head as he looked at a shirt on the floor. "What?" Damian asked.

"What's a Gucci?" he replied.

"It's a brand of clothing." He hummed.

"Clothes have brands? Why?" Damian huffed, knowing that this was only the root of the question tree.

"Capitalism."

"Are some brands better than others?"

"Yes." He rubbed his temples taxingly.

"Is Gucci a good brand?"

"Depends. People think it's good because it's expensive."

"Are expensive things always good?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Grayson," he stated, dramatically slamming his phone against the bed.

"Yes?"

"Just shut up." So Dick did. He just shut up. "Thank you."

A few minutes passed before Damian got suspicious of the silence. It was too silent. He couldn't even hear the other breathe. He glanced up from his phone over to Dick. At first, there was nothing out of the ordinary. He went to look back at his phone but on as his eyes passed over the younger's chest, he realized that it wasn't moving. The reason why he couldn't hear the other breathing was because he wasn't. "Grayson?" he asked. He sat up and studied his face. Dick's lips were turning blue in the center and his fingers were gripping the sheets tightly. "Grayson! Breathe!" he shouted. Dick let go of the breath he was holding and took a deep breath, his eyes dilated as he did. His fingers let go of the sheets as he blinked rapidly. "What the hell was that?" Damian exclaimed. How could he just sit there and hold his breath with no sign of stopping? He could've passed out! 

"You ordered me to just shut up," Dick responded, perfectly unaware of what he'd done wrong. The older gave him a dumbfounded look.

"I didn't tell you to stop breathing..." his sentence trailed off as he thought about it. He did say it in a demanding fashion. Surely Dick should be mad at him given the situation. He stopped breathing because he ordered him to shut up. He could've really hurt himself. Yet Dick soon became intrigued by the other's phone. Of course, he knew what a phone was. On one of his jobs, a person had reached for their phone to call for help. They never got to it in time. But that did give him an idea of their purpose. "Are you calling someone?" he asked.