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Dick Grayson was never one to neglect other people and their health. His health on the other hand, he often fails to keep up. Now how he showed up at the batcave after a rough patrol, he doesn’t remember, but blood loss can do that to a person.
As Dick stands there, a bullet still lodged in his shoulder, he looks around at the place he once considered his home.
“Why are you here Dickhead? Gonna pretend to die and dip on us again?” A voice mockingly says, echoing around Dick.
“No I-” Dick starts to say, only to be cut off by a different voice.
“No he wouldn’t be here Jason, he wouldn’t tell his family if he was dead or alive.” A voice darkly stated, now confirmed to be Tim walked out just to glare at Dick.
“Just go Golden Boy, clearly nobody wants you here.” As he said those heart wrenching words, Dick then came to a realization.
Things will never be the same. They don’t love him like they used to. He is now a stranger to them, no more than a stranger who they barely know. This hurts worse than the bullet in his shoulder.
“Yeah… okay.” Dick softly said, finally getting that he would not get medical attention here, at least not under intense scrutiny and hatred from those he calls his siblings.