Robin one shot part 3!

Surprisingly, I don't want you dead

"Not much of a hero either," Dick responded. He wiped at his eyes which were beginning to well up from the situation. All he wanted was a night out as he usually did on a Wednesday but here he was with a boyfriend that was angry at him and a mentor he wanted to punch in the face every five seconds. 

"Why'd you save me then?"

"Surprisingly, I don't want you dead. If not for my conscience but for Damian. He's your son after all," Dick responded.

"Richard-"

"Don't fucking start. I've just had my boyfriend yell at me, I'm not in the mood for you to pile on the whole hero bull," he interrupted.

"I wasn't going to say that." Batman outstretched his hand and Dick took it in confusion, feeling the older's hand weakly clamp around his. "I'm never going to be okay with this but I'm okay with you." He met the younger's gaze. "You've changed Richard. I can't say that's entirely bad. I've changed and I can't say that's entirely good. I never said it enough when you were close but," Batman paused.

"B, I know but don't take me for a fool. You care for me because you raised me but you don't care for me unconditionally. I'll act civil with you if you do too for the sake of Dami but not because I love you. I can't say that anymore."

"I'll be glad to be civil with you Dick."

"Boss, he's been given the all-clear to be moved," Jenny announced, walking back into the room. She must've noticed the quiet. Dick looked up to her with a nod and let go of his ex-mentor's hand. 

"Then we best get him going. Think you can manage not to die on the ride over?" he asked with a laugh. The older nodded, flashing a small smile. "I'll call Damian to meet you there. Between you and me, Leslie did all this."

"Secret's safe with me." Dick called a few men in to oversee the transport and sent Jenny with them for safekeeping. He watched them set off and picked his nails as he got a hold of Damian. After that, he didn't want any of it.

After hearing that his mentor was delivered to Leslie with no issues and listening to Damian ranting about how it was Bruce's own fault for going out alone, Dick trudged off to bed. He opened the door to his bedroom only to frown when he found it empty. He'd hoped that David had come in here and then they could either have makeup sex or just talk. Either would be good but neither seemed to be on the table tonight. He closed the door behind him and pressed his back against it. David was done. He didn't bother checking if clothes were still here, the hitman had the money to buy a whole new wardrobe ten times over as well as new weapons. There was nothing that he had to take. Yet another relationship down the toilet. He'd stop now. No more relationships, just meaningless flings if he ever got the hankering for it. He pushed himself from the door and decided he'd go to bed. There was no point in staying up all night though he was pretty sure he was going to do that anyway. The acrobat stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed, instinctively going to his side of the mattress despite there being no point. He was the only one in it. He could feel the dip in David's side and even though the fight had happened only an hour or so ago, he already missed the ginger. Probably because David was done. He wasn't coming back this time. Dick ran his fingers over the dip before pulling his hand back and turned away from the door. Once his head hit the pillow, the tears started to fall. Everything was far too much today and now he was alone, he wasn't going to hold back. There was no point. He sobbed into the fabric as he held it tightly to give himself some comfort. It wasn't nearly enough but it would do for now. It would have to. God David was done. He really liked him. He really liked Wally too and Barbara. It seemed whatever he really liked ended so he had to make this villain gig work. Well, he wasn't a very good villain if he went around saving Batman. Killing people here and there for good reason didn't make him villainous. Hell, he was the nicest villain if that were the case. He was good to his gang members, took care of his own, killed people who were basically asking for it, he could go on. He wanted David. He was good at shutting his head up and making him feel much better. Dick sniffled pathetically. How weak was he to get attached so quickly? Silly man. Silly.

Dick's cries drowned out the noise of a door opening and then closing but it couldn't make him ignore the dip in the bed. He hiccuped quietly but he couldn't get his mouth to make the words he wanted to say so he continued to cry and bury his face in the pillow. "Take a deep breath," David told him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, rubbing his skin slowly to help him relax. "It's alright, baby, just take deep breaths. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you like that." The ginger pressed a kiss against Dick's shoulder and continued to help him wind down. He didn't say much after that. He said his piece and he hoped this would be enough to show he didn't really mean what he said. Dick rolled over to face him, the pillow still in his clutches, and he wiped away the tears. He stared at his boyfriend for a moment then croaked, 

"Are you done with me?"

"I needed a minute that's what I meant to say. I just hate seeing how he treats you and how you treat him. It's not fair on you," he replied. David reached for the pillow and the smaller let him take it out of his arms. He pulled Dick in for a hug and peppered his face with kisses. He knew the other's love language and he was going to give him a monologue in it. He kept him close and made sure to keep his hands on him. 

"I know he sucks David but he's my sucky weird dad figure. We're just always gonna look out for each other when push comes to shove I guess," Dick muttered. He snuggled closer to his boyfriend and let himself relax in his arms. "'M tired."

"You will be," he replied. He ran his hands through his hair and watched his lover's eyes become half-lidded with a content smile. It was adorable. Everything he did was adorable. He pulled up the covers a bit more to keep Dick warm, though he was probably warm already with how close they were. "Do you want to sleep?"

"Nope," Dick replied, popping the p. 

"What would you like then?"

"Cuddles 'n love please."

"Then that'll be our night," David stated. He heard a pleased cackle and kissed his boyfriend's forehead. "You know I love you right?"

"Mhm 'n I love you."

"I know." 

He listened to Dick's breathing get slower and slower until there were small snores every now and then to confirm he was asleep. The ginger never got why Dick was so kind to the man that treated him so horribly but David wouldn't stand for it. He'd make sure that leech never came back here. In fact, he promised to make sure he'd give the parasite some of his mind when they next met. He prayed for the safety of old Batman that he didn't meet him anytime soon. "I'll keep you safe Dickie. You won't have to worry about him anymore."