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"Okay losers, we're doing wards vers adoptees. Demon can go with adopted. Line up," Jason announced. They were having a snowball battle and he needed a way to split the teams up a little evenly. He watched them line up and made a face when Dick stood with Steph. "No, we're doing wards vers adoptees dumbass."
"Yeah, I know that," the acrobat replied, equally confused.
"But you're adopted," Duke argued. The taller turned to him, his eyebrows knitted together.
"Uhh, last time I checked I wasn't."
"What do you mean?" Tim asked. The group gradually got more concerned about the information they were hearing. Dick was brought to the Manor when he was a kid and left when he was just past his mid-teens. There was so much time to be adopted and to their knowledge, Bruce was his father figure.
"I never got adopted," Dick confirmed with a shrug. "I don't think we have balanced numbers. We should do newbies vers originals."
"No, wait we're not done here. How the fuck are you not adopted?" Jason asked. Again, the acrobat shrugged.
"Never asked I guess? I don't know. It's not too bad, it doesn't hurt anymore." He looked off to the ground somewhere and stared for a moment. He jumped when he felt Cass put a hand on his arm but quickly put on a warm smile. "C'mon let's just play before the snow melts. I'm not becoming an orange otter pop."
"Why an orange otter pop?"
"Orphan orange."
"Wow."
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"Hey Demon Spawn?"
"What do you want Drake?" he snarled with his voice tainted with congestion.
"I got you some vitamin C. Not like I give a shit about you but Dick will punt me over the gates if you rot away in here." He threw the pills at the lump underneath the blankets. "Get better soon. I need someone to keep trying to kill me for the adrenaline rush. Much better than coffee."
"Thanks," Damian mumbled quietly. It was so soft Tim barely heard it but he had heard it. He gave the younger a lopsided smile and a nod before walking away.
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"Jason, how tall are you?" Dick asked, squinting his eyes at his foster sibling.
"Six foot. Why?"
"You are not six foot. I'm only five foot ten!" Jason smirked and looked down at him.
"I'm six foot."
"This is homophobic."
"You're straight."
"Is that what you think?
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Dick winced and Jason immediately felt as though he'd made a misstep. "You think I'm over it enough for you to use it against me?" he asked softly. He looked up to his brother, his eyes devoid of their previous mischief. The other didn't say anything and the car felt ten times smaller than it once had. Just one time he wanted to have fun and he'd fucked it up. They hardly hung out anymore and he thought they were at the joking about trauma stage. He didn't think his comment would do anything.
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Robin one shot part 3!
FanfictionI uh I've officially made too many of these Dick Grayson will be here in all his forms so if you like him then you'll love these I take requests just pm me them so I can see it better and don't lose the comment also the cover was made by @Jenny_Myth...
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