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[harpersdragons]

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Sometimes You Gotta Burn the Bridge in Order to Rebuild it

This fic is getting to be so much longer than intended. It was supposed to be a quick one shot, and we're at 4k words and I'm not even halfway done.

Summary: After Robin gets shot on patrol, Bruce fires him. Misunderstandings ensue, Dick spirals, and the whole situation gets out of hand.

Excerpt:

If you ask him, Dick wouldn’t know when it started. 

When did it go wrong? 

At some point when he was fighting to be recognized as an equal?

The first real, noticeable point is when he got shot. 

It wasn’t even that bad! Just a graze, really. But it’s the catalyst of this whole sequence of events.  

Bruce is just overdramatic. 

Sure, it didn’t just ‘graze’ him by the literal definition. But he didn’t die! He didn’t even pass out. 

With Alfred taking a rare night off, Bruce stitches him up. They don’t speak the whole time. When Bruce is done, he methodically tapes a bandage over the wound, then cleans up and takes his gloves off. Dick carefully leans against the wall behind him.

“You’re done.”

“With stitches? I kinda figured that out myself, B.” Dick quips.

“WIth Robin. You’re getting reckless, and if you’re not going to listen, I can’t have you with me.” Bruce doesn’t even look him in the eyes. He’s too busy taking his cowl off and stripping down to his undersuit.

“Bu–What?” Dick’s heart drops to his stomach, and an awful constricting feeling settles over his chest. 

“You’re done. Indefinitely. That was too close tonight.”

“You can’t fire me! Robin is /my/ name! It’s /my/ parents legacy!” It’s a last ditch effort, everyone knows you can’t change Bruce’s mind once it’s made. But he /can’t/ lose Robin. He’s almost 18, if Bruce doesn’t want him as Robin, and he has no legal tie to Dick, will Dick still be welcome? 

“I can and I will. Go change and go to bed. You have work in the morning.” Bruce turns away, heading over to the batcomputer. Dick watches him go, waiting for him to turn back around. 

He doesn’t.

Dick eases himself off the cot—minimizing the movement of his injured shoulder—keeping his head down until he’s past Bruce.

He holds it together as he changes out of his gear on autopilot and leaves it in a bin to be cleaned. He makes it to his room before he breaks down, before he allows himself to crumble to his knees, and bury his face in his hands. 

How could he lose the one thing he left of his parents?

Why did he tie his parents to something so easily taken?

[peachblossomdrama]

[makshu]

New JSHK art ✨️

So it's really going to be Mitsukou's chapter... (I feel like someone is going to die today)

[riant-draws]

day 2 - submerged superstructure

eyyy so late but I'm just absurdly busy wooo

hmm if I keep at the art month, not gonna be doing the prompts on time—but it's a lot less stressful to just treat it as a prompt list instead of a daily thing tho

[clownsr]

[pseudophan]

meeting dan and phil is great and all but honestly even just seeing them irl is just as fun... idk just something about them being Right There is addicting i want to go to dnp events forever and ever and always

[kastillia]

[answer2jeff]

thinkin about (S1) lip just watching you do your makeup in the mirror. you're on your tiptoes, stomach pressed against the sink so your face can just be inches away from the mirror as you smear a black pencil over your waterline. lip stares. it doesn't last too long, but he just smiles. he's not totally sure why you even wear it, but he likes it. he likes when your lipliner smudges after intense makeout sessions. it's evidence. he likes when your lipstick blots on his face when you peck his cheeks. he wishes he could get the shape of your kiss engraved into his skin. even with streaks of mascara running from your bloodshot eyes to your jawline as you cry to him about—well, everything, you're beautiful in his eyes.

he doesn't think you need the makeup, but he knows it makes you feel good.

if you're happy, he's happy.

[i-3at-s0ap]

Marloakworthy for your woes?

[adrenaline-whump]

Before the words are on the page, you have Schroedinger's story. It exists in all phases at once.

In my mental fight scene, does the character hold his own, or does he just get pounded into the dirt? Yes.

Is he injured a little or a lot? Yes.

Does he get thrown against the wall or onto the floor? Yes.

I can rotate all of those scenarios in my mind as much as I want. But once I start actually writing it down, the quantum wave forms collapse. My choices result in fewer subsequent choices. And that's hard. But that's writing.

[thali-lemmonpie]

*insert here your perfect quote*

[ros-sauce]

how do you guys find the energy to hatewatch shows, I can't even find it in me to likewatch things

[averyshittyseal]

The Shitkid is in love, let him be

[psitaniumpsichosis]

I can't convince myself to post my new AUs I'm too anxious about it... Best I can do right now is this--

I.. guess tell me if you want the full comic? And AU post

Edit: Look in the reblogs, this is getting more attention than the full post 😭

[cacw]

you know i still love you right