Young Justice

Social Life of the boy called Dick Grayson…no wait, isn't it Robin?

By RobinIsAwesome

Don't own young justice.

No weird statement today.

Semloh: Private Eye is a fake series.

Normal POV

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock…"

Dick's iPod wasn't doing well in drowning out the store's music. It wasn't that he didn't like, it was just that he heard it so many times, that it was getting annoying!

With only a couple more weeks until Christmas, stores were decorating for Christmas.

"Look on the bright side," Dick mumbled to himself. "At least you don't celebrate Hanukah," Dick wondered how much more shopping he had to do if he was giving out eight days of worth of Christmas presents.

He was shopping for two hours, and he got a paint set for Aqualad, a new game for Wally, a big black purse for Artemis, a bog full of different kinds of chocolate for M'gann, and the next edition to the series of Semloh: Private Eye.

He also got Barbara that coat she wanted and his other friends their things.

(Bette is not Dick friend, for people who think she is. If she was, she would have mention his name when Artemis asked "uh…who was that?" during homefront)

He still didn't know what to get Conner or Bruce.

'Maybe I'll get them some socks, or something,' he thought.

Christmas shopping can be so stressful. Then, while getting a snack, he saw a great gift for Conner; a laptop.

He never had one, and as far as he knows, Conner never used one.

He entered the shop, and asked the counter guy "How much is that laptop?"

The guy, whose name tag read Nathan, said "You think you can afford it, kid?"

Dick smiled and said "Yeah. I do,"

Nathan sighed. "It's about $350," He looked away.

Dick frowned. Of course he didn't have that kind of money with him. So he asked the guy, "Can I have it delivered to my house and pay then?"

Nathan looked at Dick. "Are you really going to pay for it instead of wasting our time?"

Dick nodded. Yeah, Bruce was responsible, and didn't let Dick hand out money like that. He had a limit of things he can have. But Dick had some money saved up, more than enough to buy that laptop.

Nathan sighed. "If you want to make a delivery, you need to sign this form," He looked around on the shelves, and grabbed a booklet. In it was a form that he tore out. "Here,"

"Thanks," Dick said. He was glad this store didn't required a parent or anything. Bruce is busy enough as is. Dick took a pen from the jar of lost writing utensils, and started answering the questions.

Name-Dick Grayson. Age-13. Adresss-106 Nonreal Lane, Gotham City CT, 15243. And ect.

Dick handed back the form to Nathan, who looked it over. His eyebrows went up after one second.

"You're Dick Grayson?"

"Yeah," Dick walked out of the door. "Happy Holidays," He looked around. He still needed a gift for Bruce.

'Does it have to be asterous?' Dick thought. A few years ago, on Christmas, he felt that he should get Bruce an awesome gift to say thank you for taking him in.

But that was a long time ago, yet not a long time ago.

He looked around for another two hours and a half before giving up. He couldn't find the right gift. So he went home. He first took the bus for a couple of blocks, but then started walking the rest of the way.

He got to his house, and walked in. "I'm home!" he shouted.

"Why, welcome back Master Dick. Have you finished your Christmas shopping?" Alfred asked.

Dick held tight to his bags. He didn't want Alfred to see what he got him. "Almost. I still haven't gotton Bruce anything. He's just so hard to shop for. I have no idea what to get him,"

Alfred smile slightly. "That is true, Master Dick. He is hard to get a gift," Alfred put his hand on Dick's shoulders. "But I am sure that you'll figure out something," With that, he left to start dinner.

Dick sighed. 'Man, sometime Alfred is the best. The rest of the time, he is no help,' he thought. Dick tapped his chin. "What to get Bruce, what to get Bruce?"

He went upstairs to put away the gifts. 'I'll wrapped them up later,' Dick started pacing around his room.

"Alright, Dick. Keep it together. You're making too much of a deal of this. Relax," Dick grabbed a book off his bookshelf, and plopped into his bed.

Ten minutes later, Dick throws down the book. "This isn't working," Dick scratched his head. "I wonder if I can get away with asking him what he wants," He groaned. He looked at his watch. It was getting late.

Dick went to the dining room for dinner. For once, Bruce was there. Unfortunately, this means Dick didn't have an excuse not to ask what Bruce wanted.

"Hi, Dick,"

"Uh, hi Bruce. You got off work early?" Dick tried to stall a little.

"Yes. Good thing too. It was getting rough," Bruce took one look at Dick. "Is something the matter?"

Dick mentally sighed. No point in hiding something from the world's greatest detective.

"I was out Christmas shopping, and well, I got almost every gifts. It's just that…I couldn't real find you a gift,"

"What do you mean?"

"I looked for the right gift, but none of them seem right. I just want to know what you want for Christmas,"

Dick looked at Bruce. He was smiling a little.

"Dick. You don't have to give me a gift. It's just a tradition. Don't worry about,"

Dick shrugged his arms. "I don't know…"

Bruce shook his head. "Alright. How about this. You know what I want for Christmas?"

"What?"

"For you to calm down. Don't take this too seriously. It's okay,"

Dick grinned. "Fine. I get it," he paused. "So you don't want a gift…"

Bruce rolled his eyes. "If you listen to me for the rest of the month, I'll consider that as a Christmas present,"

Dick nodded. "Got it,"

Alfred then walked into the room with their food.

"Thanks Alfred,"

"You are welcome, Master Dick,"

~RobinIsAwesome~

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