The Family of Bats (DRABBLES)

Not Enough

IF YOU WANT A CONTINUATION OF ANY DRABBLE, A PART TWO, DON'T BE AFRAID TO SAY SOMETHING!!!

WARNING: This one is depressing, and probably some bad language 

"Grayson, I don't know where you got this silly picture of a family or how to fix something, but that's all it is. A silly picture. You're not going to fix everything with cookies, cuddles, and hot chocolate! We aren't even a family! So why don't you take your little party somewhere else. Somewhere where it's wanted and how about you go with it!" Damian yelled, having enough of Richard.

Dick just stood there looking dumbfounded and hurt.

"Dami, I-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Damian screamed. "JUST GO! NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE!"

Richard took a step back.

"B-But Damian, I-"

"NO! LEAVE! NOW!" Damian screamed.

Richard took a few more steps backwards.

Damian threw a vase at him.

Richard ran to his room.

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"Hey!" Tim said as he came into the kitchen in the morning.

Damian was sitting down glaring into his cereal.

"Good morning, Tim." Bruce greeted.

"Anyone see Dick?" Tim asked.

"No. He hasn't come down yet. Why?" Bruce asked.

"Well, he was working on a case and asked for my help. I have the info he needed." Tim said.

"Why don't you go get him up?" Bruce suggested.

"Yeah, okay." Tim grabbed a piece of buttered toast and started eating it as he walked out the kitchen.

He walked up the stairs and knocked on Richard's door. 

After a few knocks and yells, Tim opened the door.

The toast that he had gotten half-way through fell to the floor.

"BRUCE!" Tim's horrified scream ripped through the manor.

"OH MY GOSH! BRUCE! BRUCE!" Tim started freaking out.

Everyone soon came up the stairs only to stop at Richard's door.

Alfred gasped and Bruce had wide eyes.

Richard was hanging from a noose, chair knocked onto the floor, letters neatly put on his desk.

"Help me get him down." Bruce went into immediate action.

"He's still warm." Jason said, holding Richard up as Bruce cut the noose.

"Alfred, get an oxygen mask. And get Leslie over here." Bruce said.

Jason and Bruce laid Richard on his bed. 

CPR was started by Bruce while Tim looked at the letters.

"Sir." Alfred came back into the room, "Leslie has been called."

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Tim passed out all the letters when Richard was stabilized. 

Everyone read theirs.

Tears were shed.

'Why, Dickie, why?' Bruce thought staring at his letter.

'Don't worry though. I'll fix this.'

Bruce was determined. 

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Damian frowned as he stared at his letter.

'It wasn't your fault. Just ill timing, Dami.' a line flashed through his mind.

He didn't understand.

Why were there letters and why was Grayson hanging from the ceiling?

Damian didn't have an answer.

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"Hey there, Dickie." Leslie smiled as Richard woke up.

"What happened?" Richard asked.

"Tim found you this morning. He saved your life." Leslie said.

Richard nodded, looking down at his lap.

"What brought this about, Dickie?" Leslie asked.

"Damian and I got into a fight. Well, he yelled at me mostly. Just that and school and my parents. It's just all too much." Richard said, tears falling. 

"Richard, it's going to be okay. We'll figure this out. Together." Leslie said, taking Richard's hand into hers.

Richard nodded.

It was going to be okay. 

Eventually.  

Oh man, 2 AM thoughts. :( 

Please say something until someone listens. Please. 

Never be afraid to say something.