Too Many Voices

by infinitely whelmed

Dick has a secret. One not even Bruce knows. He has MPD. Five personalities running around inside his head. All annoying him with their endless bickering, all giving him headaches that he can't ignore. Most of them aren't so bad. But their is one that all of them hate, a demon they all try to hide. But what happens when he can't be held back any longer? Possible trigger warning.

2. Chapter 1

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Bruce was worried. Dick had seemed… off lately. He had always been good at the masks, but maybe he was too good. It was seamless. He never put one mask on when he wasn't supposed to, he always kept in character,and if Bruce didn't know the truth, even he would be the moment it wasn't needed, the mask came off, and Dick took his place as though nothing had ever happened. You don't just become that good with minimal training. Something was up.

Earlier that day, they had been at a Gala, when Dick came to him with a sudden migraine, saying he needed to come home. As soon as he walked through the door, Dick ran to his room without a word. He'd been in there for hours. Maybe Bruce should check on him…

Dick's POV, about 10 minutes before that

I layed on my bed with my eyes closed listening to them argue. Something had ticked off Robin, so we had to leave before he took over and beat the hell out of somebody. I can't even remember how this started, but for some reason they were arguing about whether or not mushrooms were the best thing ever. Yep, I should probably be in Arkham right now. Any way, this is how the conversation was going:

Prihor: Mushrooms? Aren't they veggies?

Robin: Yes.

Prihor: Then I won't eat them! I won't I won't I won't!

Richard: No one was asking you too, you idiot.

Prihor: Yay! No veggies for me!

Richard: I enjoy Mushrooms very much, thank you.

Robin: Eh. I don't really care.

Prihor: Guuuuyyyyssss! I Wanna Plaaaaayyyyy!

Richard: Can't you entertain yourself for five minutes!

Prihor: Yes, but I Don't Wannnnnnaaaaaa!

Robin: Ugh!

Richard: Really! Are you fuc-

Robin: Richard! Child present!

Richard: (Mocking tone) Richard! Child present!

Robin: You're impossible!

Richard: Then make me possible, you can do anything, right Boy Wonder?

Robin: You as-

Richard: (Mocking tone) Robin! Child present!

Robin: Ugh! Why must you always be so immature!

Richard: Me? Immature? I'm not the one who wore scaly underwear for the first year of my existence!

Robin: Seriously?! You just went there?!

Richard: What are you gonna do about it, Pixie Boots?

Prihor: Can you stop fighting? We can't play while you're fighting!

Robin: One: I can't believe you just went there again! Two: You suck at insults! That one belongs to BG, at least be creative enough to make up your own!

Yep.I wonder if the Joker and I will be cell mates, because I definitely belong in Arkham. Speaking of homicidal psychopaths…

Me: Hey, Has anyone else noticed that Renegade has been uncharacteristically quiet during this whole ordeal? Usually he tries to rile you up so he can get out. Why not this time?

Robin: Oh, Shit!

No one corrected him for his cursing this time, because the next thing any of us knew was darkness.

Bruce's first person POV

I walked up the stairs, getting a foreboding feeling as I got closer to the door. It almost deterred me, but if something was wrong with Dick, I had to know. I knocked.

"Dick? Can I come in?'

No response. I tried again, and the result was the same. I tried the door, but it was locked. I felt bad for doing this, but if he wasn't responding, he could be hurt or unconscious, so I picked the lock. The room was dark. The curtains were closed. And Dick was lying on the bed, eyes closed, not moving. I started panicking, but I wanted to make sure it was something serious before doing anything drastic.

"Dick? Are you okay?"

Suddenly, his mouth twisted into a cruel smile, and he started laughing- which sounded disturbingly like an insane person. He opened his eyes, and what I saw shocked me. They were cold and cruel. The eyes of someone who had lost all faith in humanity. The eyes of a psychopath. I'd only see eyes like that once, and that was when the Joker first started out. But to see them on Dick… It was unbelievable. It only got worse when he started talking

"Dicky's not here right now. But I'd be happy to take a message."