-Kinda prequal to the last part, it's just wholesome vibes. I'm going through a trans crisis, so I may make a few of them, do you like these?-

Dick was lying on his bed, kicking his feet up behind him, when he saw someone in the corner of his vision. "Hmm?"

Bruce leaned into his peripheral. "Why are you in bed? C'mon, grab your jacket."

"Why?" Dick asked, sitting up.

Bruce looked at him like he was crazy. "We're going out to get you some new boy clothes. Remember?"

Dick lit up liker a lightbulb. Jason joined their dad in the doorway. "I don't get why we need to! I had to put up with getting hand-me-downs, Richard should too!" He joked. "Seriously, get your jacket, we're going to the mall!"

Dick sprung up and ran downstairs after them. He grabbed his jacket, slipped on shoes, and tucked his hair into a snapback, running out to the car.

Bruce unlocked the door, and Dick and his brothers piled into the car. "Okay, we're going to the mall and getting you some new clothes. Then we can either go to the salon or Alfred can cut your hair when we get back."

"Okay!" Dick fastened his seatbelt. "Let's Go!"

Jason reached over and poked his new little brother. He was competitive with all his brothers, and he wanted to see how much provoking and teasing Dick could take. "Hey. Hey Dickhead."

 "Quit it!" Jason kept nudging him. "I said Quit it!" Dick shoved him. Jason pushed him back into Tim. "HEY!"

"Jason, leave your sis-brother alone!" Bruce told him. Jason reluctantly did. Dick pushed him into the car window. Bruce started to call Dick's deadname out of habit, but Damian cut him off.

"Grayson! Don't be like him." That's the good thing, He could still call his sibling 'Grayson'.

Dick slumped against the backseat; internally, he was SO happy they'd called him Jason's brother.

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"I think you'll have to check the boy's clothes." Jason teased. "You're too tiny for these."

Dick frowned, replacing something on the rack. 

"I think, you'd so look handsome in this." Tim grabbed a button up for his brother. He was stuck in the infantilizing, overly-affirming whirlpool. "you're going to need more formal and semiformal clothes."

"Just give him hand-me-downs! C'mon!" Jason proposed.

"Richard deserves new clothes that fit him." Bruce told them. 

"I mean, I like Jason's shirts." Dick said. "They're really big, and you can't really... see anything."

"When you grow a little more, we can talk about getting you a..."

Dick frowned. "Binder?"

"Right, a binder." Bruce steered him over to a rack of jackets. "Can you pick one out for school?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'll still have to wear my uniform, right?" Dick asked miserably.

Bruce thought over it for a second. "If you want, but I want to help you feel comfortable before you come out."

Dick nodded, thinking for a minute, he wasn't ready to come out at school. there were no publicly out trans kids at his school, and the few out gay kids faced major social repercussions. Not to mention he'd probably end up on the news, there'd be a lot of swarming around the family for having a trans kid in Gotham city... it was a lot that he wasn't ready for.

Then there was all the trans stuff he wasn't ready for, what if he went in, and they said he wasn't dysphoric? he wouldn't get hormones, or surgeries, maybe he'd just have to live like a girl forever!

Dick picked out a blue and grey hoodie. "Can I get this one?"

"Sure." 

"You've been wearing the same jeans all week." Damian told his youngest sibling- brother.

"They feel good." Dick admitted.

Tim pulled him over to a rack of trousers. "So if it's comfortable, get some more?"

"I think I need a belt." Dick muttered. None of the pants he found comfortable didn't fit around his waist. 

"So let's get one!" 

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Dick tried on some clothes, and they bought the ones he found most comfortable. They headed out into the rest of the mall, and they headed over to target buy their youngest some gender-appropriate underwear. 

Dick felt mad embarrassed walking into the men's underwear aisle. He tried not to stare at the models on the packaging. He was so confused. He's lived YEARS thinking he was a straight girl, and he'd assumed that when he transitioned he'd just be a straight boy now. But he wasn't. Was he really a boy if he liked boys? He thought girls were pretty too...

He grabbed small-sized boxers and ran out to find his family. He grabbed a pack of plain grey socks too, because he didn't have many masc socks.

He tossed these in the cart, staring straight ahead.

Jason laughed a little. "You're bright fucking red! is that how you react to just being in the underwear aisle?"

Dick blushed. "Shut Up."

"Just wait until you start using the guy's change room!"

Dick didn't know what to say, he didn't want to go into the boy's change room! He'd be surrounded by naked guys. He'd also heard yelling from in there, and it was scary.

"He doesn't have to use the boy's changeroom. We can ask the school to let you use the faculty washrooms." Bruce assured him. Frankly, he didn't want Dick changing in a room of teenage boys. Even if Dick was a boy, he was still in a thirteen year old girl's body. 

Dick took off his cap for a moment to fluff out his long hair. He liked long hair, maybe he'd grow it back when he was older, after he took hormones, and looked manly.

"Roselyn!" He nearly jumped out of his skin. He knew he was going by that name publicly, but hearing it was still weird. He turned, spotting a girl from his science class. "Hey! Were you working on your half of the power point?"

"Uh. yeah. I'll send it to you on Monday."

"Okay, and like," She looked away a little. "Can you unroll your skirt on presentation day? It's even shorter than mine, and I heard Reese and Benjamin talking about your ass, so maybe don't."

"Yeah. gotcha." Dick said hollowly."

"M'kay! I'll send you the images to your school email!"

"Okay."

"Bye!"

"Bye." Dick turned away, walking with his brothers. He thought he'd made himself look masculine. Or at least androgynous. He tucked his hair up  again. He needed it cut off NOW.

Bruce put his hand on Dick's back to make sure he kept up with the rest of the group. He was really angry, being treated like a girl clearly upset his son, and he wanted to stop that.

"How about we get icecream on out way to the salon?"

Dick nodded hollowly, trying not to cry. He didn't roll up his skirt, he was just very muscular, and his butt and thighs made his skirt ride up.

"Who the fuck are Reese and Benjamin?" Jason asked.

"Guys in science class?" Dick replied.

"So... other thirteen year olds?" He sneered. "I know they're all horny and stuff, but it's not normal to sexualize your female-perceived female- classmates!" Jason ranted. "Point them out in the yearbook, I want to know who those fuckers are."

"Let's just go." Dick grumbled.

"I'm going to order you a boy's school uniform." Bruce told him.

Dick frowned, discouraged. "It's not gonna fit. You saw me trying on all the boys clothes, they didn't fit properly."

"Alfred can alter everything to fit you better." Bruce told him. "You deserve to wear what you want. You should get to be treated the way you feel."

Dick nodded a little. "Let's cut my hair off."

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"ALFRED!" Dick ran through the manor. "LOOK AT MY NEW HAIR!" He ripped his ballcap off.

"Very handsome, Master Richard."

Dick grinned that Alfred called him 'master' instead of 'mistress'. "I got new clothes too! Can I show you?"