When a mission with the Young Justice Team goes wrong, Dick Grayson finds himself possessed by a bloodthirsty demon with no control over his body as the demon rampages through the country, leaving a trail of death and destruction in its wake. Can Ba...
Dick was still doing his best to avoid his family, although that had grown harder to do now that Jason was randomly stopping by for seemingly no other reason than to bother him and force him to eat or go outside.
He did not want to go outside.
He did not want to eat.
There was no point to do either, really.
After all, even if he lived longer, it would never be the same. All of Bruce's money would never be able to remedy the fact that Dick's body was broken, destroyed from years of misuse. Not that Dick would want Bruce to spend his money on him anyway. He was burden enough already.
He would always be a burden.
Excited voices pulled Dick from his thoughts, and he turned just in time to see the door swing open, both Wally and Jason standing there with devious looks on their faces.
"No. Whatever it is, no. I don't want to."
Wally deflated instantly, shoulders slumping as he stepped further into the room. "Come on, Dick... at least let us tell you first."
"Yeah, come on, Dickie-bird. Wally here has a great idea. And I'm coming along for the fun." Jason ruffled Dick's hair, earning an annoyed groan, before flopping down onto the bed.
Titus whined, licking Jason's face.
Dick sighed. "Just get it out then... but if I say no, that means no. Seriously. I will not sit on a street corner in a shabby wheelchair and beg for you two."
"Um... what? We would never ask you to do such a thing, would we, Wally?" Jason's eyes had lit up further at the idea, making Dick cross his arms over his chest with a soft huff of irritation.
Sometimes he wondered why he had ever missed the guy. Jason could be seriously annoying, and when combined with Wally the two became a nightmare. He was just glad that the two had not thought to bring Roy along too.
Wally gave Dick a sheepish smile, starting to pace back and forth in front of the bed. "Okay, so I was talking to the Team, and they're all really worried about you. Kinda sorta told them that you're not demon possessed anymore but are also like... seriously not able to do things, and that just made them even more concerned and so I thought... you know... might help if you visit the mountain. Especially since half of them were unconscious when stuff went bad. You're still our teammate, after all. Even if you're out of commission for now."
"I don't know, Wally... I... I don't think that's a great idea." Dick mumbled, already feeling the anxiety knotting in his chest. He could barely handle being around his family. Having to be seen by his team, the people that he had fought bedside and supported on missions... he could already feel the pitying stares.
Useless. He was useless.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Come on. It'll be fun. Bruce is gone and can't complain about it, and the other two minions aren't around either. I've been dying to mess with your team ever since Roy first complained about it."
Dick frowned, fingers twisting in Titus' fur as the dog moved up to place his head in his lap. "Are they all going to be there?"
"Most of them are. M'gann and Connor still live there. And there are new people too! Everyone's so excited to meet you."
"You..." Dick narrowed his eyes at his friend, shoulders slumping in defeat. "You told them I was coming, didn't you?"
Wally's grin told it all.
With a loud groan, Dick flopped back against his pillows.
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