Just Robin one shots

Leave me be

I just want Wally and Dick to make up in season 3 is that too much to ask?

For the tenth time that month, Dick snuck into Wayne Manor. He'd just been out but not on patrol as his brother, Damian, had been well aware of. That's why he had been sitting in the dark waiting for him. He needed to talk about what Dick was doing to the Wayne name when he went on his "ragers." When he entered Damian turned on the light by the armchair, successfully scaring the ever loving shit out of him. "Jeez Dami, you scared me. Why were you sitting in the dark?" he asked.

"Dramatic affect. This is the tenth time this month you've come home so late," Damian stated. His expression was hard and his eyes had that glare Dick remembered Bruce had. He almost laughed at the thought that glare could be hereditary.  Damian motioned for him to sit down next to him and Dick sat down like a guilty child. It was uncomfortable to be the oldest yet feel the youngest. He was going to get told off, he knew it, and not by a League member. He wished it was a League member. Dick shifted under the harsh glare that was set upon him. "Did you want to talk to me about something?" he asked, faking a comfortable position. 

"Your nights out are becoming more frequent," Damian stated. Dick nodded. Please don't let this go the way he thinks it's going. "More frequent means more journalists using it against you and by you, I mean our family. It's disgraceful." 

Dick grimaced and tried to push down the outburst of anger he felt he needed. "It's not disgraceful, I'm just having fun. Am I not allowed to? It's not like I'm drinking either," he reasoned. "Then you go to have sexual intercourse with strangers?" Damian asked. A dark shade of blush covered Dick's face in moments. The little perceptive shit. They both knew the answer. He wished Damian didn't. "I'm a grown adult Damian!"

"A grown adult that still blushes like a thirteen-year-old in sex education," he countered. 

"I learnt about in when I was eleven actually," Dick corrected rather childishly. There was a roll of eyes from Damian and he sighed. "Grayson you have a family name to uphold. It is your duty to treat it with respect. Right now you may as well be dragging the name through a swamp." Again Dick grimaced. Was he that bad? He was just having fun. "Bruce was a playboy, why can't I be?" Damian's hands tensed as he gripped onto the seat. "He played a part he wasn't going out being a whore," he snapped.

"Language! I am not a whore Damian!" Dick snapped back. "Quite frankly I'm angry you would assume that about me."

"I'm not assuming I'm going off of fact. You're a slut and you know it. You're ruining my family name."

"Oh so now it's your family? Am I not a part of that family? Just because Bruce didn't adopt me doesn't mean-"

"Bruce didn't adopt you?" Damian interrupted.

He was genuinely surprised by this. Tim was adopted. Jason died before he could and it was made crystal clear Jason didn't want the status. That and it would look very suspicious to adopt an adult with the same name as his dead son. Dick was the first kid he took in so why was he the odd one out? "Yes Damian, I wasn't adopted! I am still a foster kid! Can I go to bed now? I'm tired and we have patrol tomorrow." He stood up but Damian sat him back down. 

"We're putting a pin in the adoption talk. We still need to talk about this sluttish behaviour." Dick was losing it. Could he not have a private life? Could he not have fun? Did he have to play the part of Bruce 24/7? Couldn't he be Dick even if Bruce was gone? The questions fuelled his anger and his anger fuelled questions. He didn't know what to do or how to feel and uncertainty always made him angry. In short, he was pissed. Damian had pressed on too hard. He was going to get the horns of an otherwise tranquil bull. "Would you just shut up? I know what I'm doing and I don't need some brat to tell me that I don't! I'm sick of being told what to do by people who don't know jack shit about me!" he shouted. He was shaking with fury. His eyes blind in rage with frustrated tears at the edges. "Grayson I'm trying to help," Damian argued. He hadn't expected this reaction. He had expected for Dick to be emotional yes but in a melancholy way, not an angry way. "I don't want or need your help! For God's sake I always have to live up to something, don't I? If I'm going out too much and having sex like most people do I'm a slut! If I don't stick that landing I'm losing my touch! If I don't follow Bruce's footsteps I'm a disappointment! How about I just jump off a fucking roof and follow their footsteps huh?" 

There was nothing. No movement, no noise, no thought. Dick seemed to realise what he said and sniffled at the thought of it. "Richard, I am in no way saying you have to live up to Father's name. I would prefer you not to. I am simply concerned for your health. There are many STD's that I would rather you never get let alone the mental effect. You are a grown adult but that does not prevent me from worrying." he explained. Dick sniffled again and rubbed his arms. "Do you need to-"

"I'm fine Damian. Go to bed."

"But-"

"Just go to bed." Dick swiftly went upstairs and slammed his bedroom door. Something told Damian there was more wrong than he had once thought. Human eyes can only see so much.