I'm busy right now so here is a kinda shit post - you're welcome to use these if you want just credit me if you take it word for word!! also if any of these spark requests I'll be happy to take them!! maybe I'll come back to these but meh

TW: DEATH

"We had fun, didn't we?" Dick said solemnly. His voice was wet with tears. The man in front of him wasn't the Bruce he'd once known but that didn't make this hurt any less. Seeing the man in the hospital bed, as pale as the white sheets, connected to a million different things. Everyone had said their goodbyes and situated themselves around the room. Dick was the last one to say something. "Cass will make a great Batman. Well, Batwoman. Not really sure what we'll do about that but I'm sure she'll do a damn good job of it. You should've gone gender-neutral as I did with Robin. It would've made things much easier." He put Bruce's limp hand in his own and squeezed. "I know we were a mess. You're hardly the most emotionally competent man and well I was me. Complete opposites huh? I just... as much as my childhood hurt me and as much as you hurt me, I need you to know I love you. It was the best being Robin and, for better or for worse, it got me here. Thanks for everything, Bruce." He felt Clark's hand on his shoulder and he forced himself to let go of Bruce's hand. He knew that when the time came, he wouldn't be able to resist checking for a pulse and that might just break him. He stood up and stood beside Damian, running a hand through his hair as the teen hugged him. Dick knew it was to hide the tears and felt guilty over actually enjoying the hug. He always needed physical affection. There was a knock at the door and a doctor followed by a small team of nurses walked in. 

"Mr Grayson, have you all said your goodbyes?" the doctor asked. The acrobat looked back to the group of mismatched friends and family who gave him the nod to continue. He let out a long sigh and wiped away the tears. 

"Yeah, we have." They nodded and went to take his father off the ventilator. The room was silent as the heart monitor slowed until it became a long drone. Bruce was dead for good this time. 

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"I believe your trauma response is to take a caretaking role due to your lack of a stable figure and the multiple times you've felt alone when something traumatising has happened," the therapist explained.

"Okay, when I suggested family therapy I meant it for those emotionally stunted trolls, not me. I'm off the market," Dick huffed.

"Mhm and is diminishing your own traumas also a coping mechanism?" The acrobat narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, you're good."

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"Ha, you can't make fun of me for dying anymore. You died too," Jason commented smugly. The younger smirked evilly and he was quickly regretting pointing it out. In a few seconds, Damian's eyes were welled up and his cheeks were red. 

"Richard!" he sobbed. Dick ran into the room in a panic and surveyed the scene. Seeing no immediate threat, he went to kneel beside his youngest brother only to have him latch his arms around his neck. "Todd made fun of my death."

"What the hell Jason?"

"I didn't do anything-"

"You're so mean, you know that? If you're gonna be a douchebag, you can do it downstairs. C'mon Dami, let's go get you some of your favourite ice cream."

"That's not fair-" Dick fixed Jason with a harsh glare and he snapped his mouth shut. Walking out of the room, Damian put his middle finger up behind his back. "Little shit."

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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. 

"It's not like you died," Jason found himself saying even though that wouldn't make this better. In fact, it made it worse. He saw how Dick tensed up and how he bowed his head slightly. "Come on, you know I didn't mean anything by-"

"I did die, Jason." He didn't bother to pick his sentence back up once it had been interrupted. "Dick was gone. I wasn't there for my family. I didn't do anything to help. I may as well have been dead."

"Dude-"

"But I'm back now and that's all that matters, doesn't it? We're heroes it's not like we get traumatised. It's not like I get phantom pains, it's not like I wake up every day fearing this will be the day I don't remember, it's not like I have a scar that'll never go away as a reminder." Jason shrank back but not at the volume. No, that remained conversational. It was the tone. It was casual and factual, compartmentalized already. That's when he realised that Dick hadn't come to terms with what happened despite it being a year ago. He always bounced back so quick, always ready to joke and move on that now he'd finally met his match, he didn't know what to do. "Sorry I didn't get a more violent ending, my body didn't die and I'm physically fine now." Dick put his hand on the car door but Jason locked it before he could open it. "Unlock the door, Jason."

"No, I'd rather not. I'm a piece of shit but I'm not a piece of shit who discredits other people's trauma. I need you to know that."

"Noted. Now let me out."

"No." They glared at one another, neither breaking the stare. "I didn't know you weren't okay."

"It doesn't matter. I'm overdramatic, aren't I? Just memories right? I didn't die by your definition."

"Dick." The older let out a huff and took his hand away from the door. "Are you gonna run again?"

"What?"

"When you get stressed and things get bad, you run. Not being a douche about it. It's just how you cope but I need to know if that's how you're gonna cope. Those kids need the heads up if you're going AWOL." There was a long pause before Dick shook his head slowly. 

"I wanted to. After everything cooled down, I still wanted to but I don't...I don't feel safe. On my own. Not anymore."

"Explains why you're touchy about it," Jason muttered. 

"Yeah. I don't like the memories. Even the happy ones with Bea. I can't enjoy it if that entire time, my family was suffering. You guys had to let me go that's not easy for me to come to terms with. I'm all about family, it's my thing." He leaned into the car seat before dropping his eyes to his lap. "It feels like shit Jay."

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"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Tim asked, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

"If you want B off your back about something, you ask him questions about girls or boys."

"I like girls," the younger defended.

"Didn't say you didn't Timbo. Point still stands. Ask about when should you be going on dates, kissing, making the beast with two backs-"

"Dick!"

"Yeah that's involved in-"

"Richard," Tim complained in an exasperated tone. The older cackled at him and patted him on the back sympathetically. He did love getting to be the older brother teasing him about things. It came naturally, what could he say? "Does it really work?"

"It does. Not with me though. Sex positivity got to me before B being weird did," Dick warned him.

"Explains your suits."

"Hey! I dress that way for me and me alone."

"Oh, we know."

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"Hey Star, no offence but you spoke Japanese perfectly when you kissed that guy in Tokyo so why can't you speak English perfectly even though you kissed Robin?" Beast Boy asked innocently. In all honesty, it was a question the group had been thinking but none of them had really paid attention to it until Tokyo. All the variables are the same so why were there different outcomes? Especially when Japanese was arguably harder to grasp just to the importance of pronunciation. 

"When someone knows lots of languages, it can be hard to figure out which is which. Different rules don't help."

"You know different languages, Rob?" Beast Boy asked, now intrigued in another line of conversation. The boy wonder raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I do. I was raised in a circus then by Batman-"

"Rewind: you were raised in a circus?" Cyborg chipped in.

"Yeah? I thought I told you guys this?"

"But you sound American," Beast Boy pointed out.

"Well, I will do. I learned English from Batman who is American-"

"Your first language is not English?" Starfire questioned. 

"Huh, I honestly thought I was more open with you guys. Yeah, I didn't speak English a lot as a kid. Only knew the basics and then Bats helped me with the rest." There was some silence as they took in this new fact. "Are you sure I didn't tell you this?"

"It took you like a year before you told us why you moved from Gotham!"

"Guess I'm more secretive than I thought."

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"Let me get this straight," Poison Ivy began. She pinched the bridge of her nose as Riddler looked at her expectantly. "You want me to mind control Robin so he waits in your stupid little maze and doesn't try to escape?"

"Yes," he said, not seeing the issue.

"Robin. You want me to mind control, Robin." His eyes flicked over to his henchmen to make sure he wasn't the only one confused by why this was an issue before flicking them back and nodding. "Riddler, my toxin works through the exchange of saliva." 

"Right, I knew that."

"So you know I'd have to kiss Robin." 

"Yep."

"Robin. Who is ten." He paused before making an o shape with his mouth. 

"Right. Ten. I forgot he was ten. Yes well, good shout yeah. That would be weird. Can you make it slightly airborne or anything?"

"You wanted me to kiss a child and now you want me to synthesize an airborne version of it?" she deadpanned, her eyes narrowing with annoyance. 

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Robin always skipped out on their together time to go on patrol so the Titans thought if they did his job for him, he'd appreciate it and hang out. That was not the case. Instead, he became grouchy and stayed in his room more. When prodded, he finally exploded. "I get it. You can do my job better than me because you can do everything better than me with your fancy powers. You just didn't have to be so rude about it," he barked out. 

"But we did it so you could hang out with us," Beast Boy explained.

"That doesn't make me feel any less shitty. I've been doing this since I was nine and it's how I cope. You ruined it."