This is currently a one-shot about Dick having depression but could be continued. It follows Dick's POV in the current day as he thinks back to when his relationship with Wally and Roy fell apart and the consequences of that. If continued it would carry on in the modern day with a few flashbacks and follow Dick coping/his relationships with other people.

Set after Endgame. In this version Wally doesn't die but survives. After being in a two week coma, he woke up and he goes back into retirement with Artemis, however she chooses to remain as a temporary member, helping when they need extra hands.

Not sure how I feel about this, I may rewrite this.

All Things End

Dick Grayson was depressed. He sat on the edge of the couch fiddling with a razor in his hand as the TV blared in the background. The nineteen year old knew it had to come to an end. He knew a long time ago. He just couldn't accept it. The endgame with the Reach had shown him that things between him, Roy and Wally were truly over. He didn't want to believe it but they were.

Five years ago Wally had abandoned him and Roy in favour of Artemis. Dick had seen something change the between to two but he didn't expect them to jump into a relationship. Then the couple had quit the team two and a half years later! At first he'd been hurt that Wally hadn't even told him he wanted to quit and then when Dick tried to talk to him about it afterwards, the sixteen year old was reputed and ignored. It felt like their entire friendship was worth nothing in that moment and the trio's romantic aspect was something that Wally would more rather forget.

That had hurt more than anything he thought he could experience. But then almost as soon after, Roy left to find his original. Quit the League and set out determined to find 'the real Roy'. In the beginning it wasn't too bad, he'd help as often as he could and sometimes they'd comfort each other when they found nothing… However that stopped when Roy called it quits and refused even his best friend/ lover's help.

Four days later Dick had gone to talk to Roy about a lead and was horrified to find his lover in bed with Cheshire. When Roy's eyes had opened, the redhead gave an apologetic shrug but did nothing else. The ebony haired boy had torn out of the place at a speed that would have impressed Flash.

After that day Dick hadn't attempted to contact Roy and only once in the following days did the redhead attempt to contact the boy wonder, to no avail.

Without a doubt 2011 had been the worst year of his life. His two redheads had abandoned him in favour of two sisters; both practically ignored anything to do with their secret threesome relationship and treated him differently.

Of course he tried to get over it himself. After the kiss Zatanna had given him, he had attempted to try out a relationship with her. For a while it had gone pretty well, they'd managed to last a year but he couldn't do it. During the year Dick had cheated on her with four different guys – all red heads – until eventually he couldn't do it anymore.

When he came clean to the older girl about everything, Dick had expected her to hate him… to hit him, punch him, curse him. Anything. Rather instead the magician had pulled him into a hug and told she forgave him, that it wasn't his fault for the way his ex-lovers had treated him. That night they agreed to a mutual break up and to remain friends, which they'd done, they'd even continued to friendly flirt afterwards.

Since then he and his two best friends continued to drift apart, or rather they drifted from him. One time – before he left – he had managed to corner Wally and was beyond hurt when the eighteen year old had told him that what they'd done was in the past meant nothing to him anymore.

"For fuck's sake Dick! It was a stupid kid thing the three of us did. Experimentation! It means nothing, get over it! I'm with Arty and I'm not leaving her because you want someone to fuck! It was a phase for me-"

"A year and a half was just a phase Wally?! Are you for real? I could have understood if you've told me that you didn't want to be with us anymore but you just left! Then you wouldn't talk to me at all! Even if you didn't want as a boyfriend I still wanted you as my best friend and if that was too awkward then even just as a friend! But you cut me out! Are you that ashamed of me?"

Tears began to slide down his pale cheeks and for a moment Wally looked guilty, looking in the other direction so that he wouldn't have to look at the face he once cherished.

"I'm not ashamed of you Dick but I'm moving on with my life. You should do the same because I have no desire to dwell on the past." With a harsher tone than he'd meant to use the older boy shoved his ex-bestfriend out of the way and walked out of the room.

Dick began to sob uncontrollably and fell into a heap on the floor until Superboy had come back to the Mountain an hour later, upon hearing the sobs had gone to find the source. The clone was unsatisfied when the Boy Wonder had fled the room, muttering an excuse that didn't even make sense.

After that day Dick avoided Wally like the plague and Zatanna had been furious with the redhead when she finally managed to get the dark haired boy to spill; she'd not said anything as he begged he begged her not to but refused to speak to Wally as a result for almost ten weeks afterwards.

Eventually when Dick saw Roy again after all those weeks of silence, he'd attempted to bring up the conversation he'd had with Wally, hoping to get sympathy but the result was far from it.

"How can you say he was right Roy? We were together for seventeen months-"

"And everything we did was illegal! It was beyond wrong! He is right; you have to move on Dick. I…-"

"You're with her aren't you? Cheshire." Dick scoffed. "Shame their isn't one more Crock sister, we could have all taken one. Wouldn't that make for a story to tell the kids? Guess what, I fucked your uncles before I decided to settle for a who-"

SLAP

Dick swallowed as he held his cheek where Roy had hit him. "Okay, so that wasn't fair on them, Arty and Cheshire are my friends, well Arty is. But tell me Roy, will you ever admit to her about what we did. Can you admit you to her that you slept with her sister's boyfriend for over a year?"

Roy looked uneasy and slouched his shoulders in defeat.

"You know Roy, I knew it couldn't last forever and I could accept that. But the fact you and he won't even have the balls to admit what we had is what has destroyed me. That betrayal is what I can't get over and now both of you just want to forget! You don't even treat me like a friend, you treat me like dirt! That's what I hate! The fact you both want to leave it in the past but don't even have the decency to try and maintain our friendship! Well you know what? Fuck you both! I hope the four of you are all happy on your double dates."

"Dick, I- we never thought-"

"EXACTLY YOU DIDN'T THINK! YOU NEVER THINK HARPER!" Dick had given up on holding the tears back and he ran away.

It hurt even more when neither redhead talked about their conversations afterwards; in fact it was almost like they never had happened.

Finally giving in to the idea that the three would never be again, Dick had secretly begun to date a guy from school so thankfully no one on the Team knew about Justin. For a while Justin had actually made him happy, they'd been together for four months before they'd decided to sleep together. The then sixteen year old had been disgusted with himself when he'd called out Wally's name but Justin had forgiven him however the grey eyed redhead had broken it off with Dick the second time when Dick had called out Roy's name. Dick had apologised but agreed it was for the best.

Since Justin, Dick had dated four guys secretly and seven girls publicly which earned him his reputation, although every relationship had never lasted more than a month and that was at the very best. By the time he was eighteen, the acrobat had lost count of how many one night stands he'd had; in fact he was astounded that he'd never caught anything.

Although in between all this there was that thing he and Jason had shared. Jason hadn't been interested in a relationship and Dick didn't mind because he knew it wouldn't have lasted any way. The two had had a mutual casual sex relationship on and off for a few months but that had stopped when the fifteen year had been killed. It wasn't until after he died that Dick finally realised he might have felt some more for Jason than he'd originally meant. That night he drank himself into oblivion and in the morning got the worst hangover he'd ever had, plus lectures from both Bruce and Alfred.

So here he was. Dick Grayson. Master of failed relationships, one night stands, self-loathing, destroying his friendships… the list went on and on.

As if all that hadn't been enough, he had done almost every drug you could – even if it was just once – and on his thighs were the past five years' worth of cutting scars.

The thin white lines that were oh so neatly organised on his skin were a constant reminder of the past half a decade that he would much rather have forgotten. Some were longer than others, those were the ones sparked by the worst events and yet he could barely remember what caused them. Most likely something to do with one or both of those redheads.

Silently he traced over some of the ones on his thighs. Dick had done those a few months ago, opening five old scars after his fight with Wally over the danger he had put Artemis in. After Wally's rant, Dick had done something he hadn't for too long. He grabbed Wally's face and smashed their lips together passionately as old memories came flooding back. But the punch crashing into his face instantly broke that train of thought as a crunch to his nose followed along with a trickle of blood.

Wally had screamed and shouted at his former lover in practical disgust at his actions, reminding Dick that he was with Artemis and that he should have let go years before. Whatever else the speedster had to say, he didn't hear because he turned away ashamed as soon as the first words left his former friend's mouth and had fled to anywhere that wasn't there.

Hours later tear train tracks marred the former boy wonder's face as the razor in his hand cut through his skin, blood slowly seeping from each of the wounds. Once upon a time the depth of the cutting would have caused him to bit his lip at the pain, or to cry out in a hiss or whimper; but now the nineteen year old didn't respond because he welcomed the pain… when he could feel it, normally he felt numbness as he cut but that night he got the pain he wanted.

Looking at them again he could feel the tears welling up again. Wally had woken up from the coma last night and had insisted, despite some persuasive attempts from Flash and a few of the Team (except for Dick), that he was going back into retirement and that Bart would be the new Kid Flash. Artemis had decided to go back into retirement, but unlike Wally wanted to remain on standby in case the League or Team needed extra help in the future if someone else was unable to be present for some reason.

The League was finally willing to let him go home this morning when there wasn't any sign of any physical or mental problems with his health. Before he left he had spoken to Nightwing. The elder had shouted at Nightwing for everything he put everyone through in general before crushing their lips together in an almost bruising kiss and then pushing away Nightwing moments later. He didn't give any explanation but told the nineteen year old to never ask for his or Artemis's help for something like this ever again before telling Nightwing to leave him alone. At first Nightwing thought he meant forever but when he asked, the redhead was silent for a minute before shaking his head. Just for a while. Just until he could begin to get the anger and the hate and everything else out of his system and he could begin to trust Nightwing, or Dick, again. But it would take a long time. With that he left Nightwing standing alone as though someone had stabbed him in the stomach.

A few people had fussed over why he looked so gloomy but the hero had shrugged them off. He spent the afternoon thinking about what Wally had said, how things had changed between them over the years. Thoughts involving Roy followed soon after; it wasn't hard given that he had a lot of memories involving both of the redheads he loved.

Roy had left quickly as possible when they saved the planet. He wanted to get back to Lian. Dick couldn't deny he admired the way Roy had turned around his life for his daughter but it still hurt that she – and Cheshire – were a permanent wedge between his dreams and reality. After he left, Dick had only seen him twice. Once a few days after Wally was injured and last night when he woke up. They hadn't spoken to each other.

When he got back to his apartment in Bludhaven the first thing he did was to shower, but he didn't feel any cleaner even then.

So here he was now sitting on the couch. Alone. Crying. Heartbroken.

He took the razor and began to make more cuts on his arms and legs. He didn't even pay that much attention as he did it, he just wanted to feel numb. To get rid of the feeling that was eating him up from the inside.

Afterwards he downed nearly half a bottle of vodka before falling unconscious.

I'm thinking of carrying this on and developing this further to see how the others (namely Roy and Wally) react to what Dick has done to himself and whether their relationship should come out to everyone else.

PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU WOULD LIKE THIS TO BE CONTINUED OR NOT.

P.S. If you want it continued, do you want Dick to have died at the end of this chapter or to live?

I might just do the story for both him living and dying but I'll wait for response.

Thanks xx