Dick Grayson One-Shots

MY NOTE

Hey, guys...

I said it once I'll say it again. I'm sorry for not updating.

Just been going threw some shit.

I mean like, why live a life when the only thing you can be guaranteed is misery, ya' know?

But, uh yeah. I'll try and write more.

Tw: Suicide Mentions of rape Wally is an ass in this

*Dick's pov*

My fingers clicked against the keyboard.

Dear Whoever finds this,

I paused. What would I put after that? Everyone I know... They don't care.

They all left. They said it was my fault. My fault Wally died. My fault they got hurt.

Everything was my fault...

I loved Wally. I still do. But after he came back he was different.

He would convince me to do things I didn't want to.

And if he couldn't convince me... He'd do it anyway.

I shuddered, a sharp feeling cutting through me.

I'm so tired of being used. And mistreated. I know I deserve it.

But that was the thing. I didn't always think I deserved it. I thought I was a good smart kid. But I was wrong. They showed me what I deserved. And that's nothing. I deserve to be tortured and used. I deserve to be hated. I deserve to lose my family. I deserve to have my brothers hate me. Because I am a terrible person.

I lost everything. My parents. My brothers. My trust.

It seems wherever I go, misery follows.

Now that was true. I took misery with me everywhere. I carried it around on my back and gave it to the people who were foolish enough to befriend me. And eventually, those people would leave. Because they were smart. And they could recognize someone like me. And they could realize how terrible of a person I was.

I cost people their lives. They trusted me. And I let them down.

That was the cold honest truth. People have died for me. Because of me. And what do I do? I keep going. Because I am selfish. And hideous.

I am a monster.

"I don't want to be a monster."

I will never change.

"I want to change."

I've been used.

"So much."

For the sexual pleasure of someone who never loved me.

"He told me he loved me."

I feel dirty

"I am dirty."

And you were all right.

"They were always right."

I deserve nothing.

"I don't deserve anything."

It's no one's fault.

"That's a lie."

I made this choice on my own.

"If I'm going through with this... Shouldn't I be honest?"

*Damian pov*

I held his note with shaking hands.

In the end, it's better for me. That's the moral of my story.

Our fault. This was all our fault.

We killed Dick Grayson.

With lots of love,

                           Dick Grayson