Prologue
Dick Grayson wasn't who anyone thought he was. That was how he wanted it to be, but god, Bruce took it way too far.
Jason was the first. He was Bruce's pawn until Bruce's ignorance got him killed. Dick didn't even meet his 'brother'. After Jason's little swim in the Lazarus pit, Bruce shunned him and found Dick on the street. And so, another pawn was added to the game.
While Jason was Robin, Dick was with the court. Since the day his parents died, he trained and served as a talon, until Bruce took him and froze his great grandfather.
Dick and Jason didn't meet until a year later when Dick managed to track him down. Surprisingly, they bonded in a strange, but true way. Bruce was not happy when he found out Dick frequently visited, and the next time Dick got shot and passed out, Bruce placed a tracker under his skin before stitching the wound. Dick was pissed.
He couldn't take how imperfect he was to everyone, and things went bad, fast. Nobody would just shut up about his weight, and started having fainting spells.
At fourteen, Dick Grayson was less than 90 pounds, and couldn't hold down a single meal. The amount of exercise and size of his stomach caused him to throw up anything he ate.
He knew he had a problem and wanted to fix it, but Bruce wouldn't let him.
Two days later, Bruce benched him until he could get his shit together.
The next day, Dick quit permanently, and left to find Jason and the outlaws.
Dick Grayson is mad.