He laughed to himself, setting down the bag of groceries. Gar was wearing the dumbest outfit ever. A pair of jean overalls with a white t-shirt under it.
"Oh my gosh." He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "What did Star make you wear this time?"
"It wasn't Star." BB grumbled. "It was Meg."
"She sent this?"
"More like I had to force it over his head." Megan sighed, walking into the room. Robin let his jaw drop. When did she get here? She pecked him on the cheek. "Happy birthday Dickie." She whispered. "We wanted to come out."
"WE?" Oh, please no!
"We're your family." Kaldur said.
"But…all of you?" Dick waved his arm toward a particular person.
"Trust me, assassin—I didn't want to come."
Kaldur spat something out in Atlantian, La'gaan rolling his eyes.
Dick felt his blood boil. His skin was crawling. He hated La'gaan. The boy held him to his words. Words uttered by a six year old who just wanted to eat. Words muttered by a seven year old who knew it would stop the pain. Words shouted by an eight year old because he believed they were true.
"Get off my back, mate." He glared. "Those words are bricks tied to me that're dragging me down, if I could I'd take 'em back and just run out of town. I never saw jack o lanterns till I has nine, had never tasted apple pie. Here, Here comes it's now my time." He jabbed La'gaan in the chest, Bart grabbing his arm to pull him away. He turned his anger on the speedster.
"Get off my back, mate." Bart was about to snarl something out. "A cross man and crossed dreams and hope to dies. Silver clouds with gray lining. Now I'm taking my life back from that maniac, one day at a time I'm takin' it back." He shifted his gaze on Jaime. "You know time drags on when you're waiting for the pain to stop. Now I'm alone thinking I'm a flop!"
"Hey, YJ doesn't it feel like your welcome is running out? My life was changed up, like a remix—I was raised up, like a phoenix. Wearing my vintage misery, why, why you just leave me be? Slade changed my life up, like a remix. They raised my hopes up, like a phoenix." He crossed over to Arty, giving her a hug.
"Bring home my boy and scrap, scrap metal his chains. Let him know he's not a slave, he can use his brains. Those words are what my father said, when Slade made me leave. 'You can chain my body, but my soul is free!' Now I'm taking my life back from that maniac, one day at a time I'm takin' it back. You know time drags on when you're waiting for your life to end, what happened to you—I thought we were friends?" BB stood at his side, smirk/glaring at their old team.
"Heeeeeeey, La'gaan doesn't it feel—like your welcome is running out? Now, I don't blame you, for your feelings. I know how I felt after the beatings! Wearing my vintage misery, no I don't want to remember just leave me be. Slade had me chained up, I was nothing. They said they loved me, now I'm something!" He couldn't help but grin at this.
"Quit with your hate, mate. My war is done, I finally won. So go away, you ruin my fun. My war is done, I finally won. So go away, you ruin my fun. My war is done, I finally won. So go away, you ruin my fun. My war is done, I finally won. So go away, you ruin my fun."
"Heeeeeeeeeeeey YJ, doesn't it feel like your welcome is running out? My life was changed up, like a remix. They raised my hopes up, like a phoenix. Stuck in my chains I could never get free. Hey, why not? You should see—how I was chained up—how I was nothing. But know you see me, now that I'm something!"
He faced Kaldur, Megan, Arty and Connor. "Hey you guys, you can stay. I'd never want you to go away. Slade beat me up like, I was nothing. You said you loved me, that I was something."
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"Bart do you yield?" He shouted. The speedster nursing an air-soft gun wound. He and Garfield had gotten into a terrible fight, and true to Cave style—finished it in a duel. Dick was serving as Garfield's second.
"He shot him in the side! Yes he yields!" Jaime shouted over. They were standing on a cliff overlooking the beach.
"I'm satisfied." Gar shrugged, swinging his gun over his shoulder.
"Yo, we gotta clear the field." Cassie reminded them.
"Go, we won!" Robin waved them off.
"Here comes the General!" Jaime warned them. "This should be fun." He muttered.
Batman did not look happy.
"What is the meaning of this? Mr. Reyes get Bart to a medic."
"Yes sir." He scurried off.
"Logan, you'll never agree with him. But believe me, these guns shouldn't speak for thee." Gar looked down slightly.
"Let's ride." He nodded for Dick to follow him.
"Grayson!"
"Sir?"
"Meet me inside."
"Meet him inside! Meet him inside! Meet him inside, meet him, meet him inside!" Cassie and Gar exchanged in loud whispers.
Bruce paced in front of the young teen. Dick standing at attention.
"Son—"
"Don't call me son."
"This war is hard enough without infighting-"
"Allen called me out, Gar called his bluff."
"You solve nothing, you aggravate teammates living in the same house—"
"You're absolutely right." Bruce sighed, finally. Dick could be so hard set sometimes. "Gar should've shot him in the mouth. That would've shut him up."
"Son—"Bruce closed his eyes. Why him?
"I'm not your son."
"Watch your tone." He snapped, Dick flinching slightly. Bruce felt bad—Dick still had triggers. "You're not a maiden in need of defending, you're grown." It felt like yesterday he was so small.
"Bart Allen, Jaime Reyes. These brats take my name and through the mud. They call me a dud!"
"I know you've been through worse, you can take it." He knew Dick could. But this angered the boy more.
"Well—I don't have your name. I don't have your titles. I don't have your plan. But if you—"
"No." He was still too young to join, or lead.
"If you gave me a member band, or just let me lead—I could find Wilson and end my life disaster—"
"Or you could die!" Too hard, too many missions he wasn't ready for.
"I'm more than willing to die." Of course he was.
"Your sister needs you alive." He looked away, Christina was the way to get to him. "Son, I need you alive—"
"CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!" He shouted, rage burning in his eyes.
"Go home Grayson. That's an order, don't return to this station."
"Sir—"He was begging.
"Go. Home."
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'When she loved Me'xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Richard cowered on his knees. His face and stomach had new bruises. His lip was split, blood sluggishly seeping out. He sported a new black eye, and his ribs felt like they had been shattered.
"P-Please, Master I-I'm sorry." He gulped. "P-Please no m-more, Master-r please."
The man was sneering upon him. Angry with him again. Richard felt the scruff of his neck being grasped. He was lifted from the ground—stifling a scream as he was carried by the thin bit of skin around his neck. He could hardly breathe.
"N-No, Master please!" He croaked, tears actually falling. No, please not that—not the cage. He was thrown into it, the little latch slamming shut. It was a dog cage. Dick could already feel the wire walls closing in. He knelt hurriedly, pleading to be released.
"Please!" His skinny arm fit through the wire square. He didn't mean it. His finger's brushed against Master's leg. He drew his hand back sharply. Fear pounding in his heart.
In a second Master had pulled him out, holding him up by his chin and part of this throat.
"I thought you've learned by now—I don't care. I don't care about you, trash. I don't love you. No one does." He dropped Richard. The boy yelping as he landed on his ankle funny. "Since you still so stupidly disobey me—you won't rest. I expect this room to be clean by morning. If not, you won't be eating for a week. And if I'm gracious enough to give you scraps you pathetic rat, you'll kneel before me, and you'll bow. Grovel in the dirt like the worm you are." He backhanded Richard, the boy falling limply to his side. It was best to just accept it.
He laid still until he was sure Master had left. Every muscle aching he began his work. His arms on fire as he pumped a little water into the bucket for him to use with the rags and mop.
"It's the hard-knock life for me. It's the hard-knock life you see?" He didn't dare sing above a whisper. "Steada treated, I get tricked. Steada kindness, I get kicked. It's the hard-knock life."
"My folks don't love me, so it's the hard knock row I hoe. Don't got a blanket, I'm always cold. Empty belly ...steada full. It's the hard-knock life. It feels like my master is always angry. It's been forever since I've seen any light. Every day I hafta kneel before him, it's what I gotta do, it's my only right."
"Master's never there when my dreams at night get creepy. He doesn't care if I grow...or if I shrink. He beats me more if my eyes get wet and weepy, from all the cryin' you would think this place would sink. Oh... Oh."
"Empty belly life. Rotten smelly life. Full of sorrow life. Serve again tomorrow life!"
"Master's love I'll never see... why would he do that when I'm me? No one cares for you, you worthless brat. Since I'm just a piece of trash….."
He bit his lip, tears stinging as he mopped up some of his own blood.
"I deserve this life…"
AN) Please tell me what you think! I liked yesterday's 'Dear Grant/Richard' and today's….everything. I like doing parodies! Give me more ideas you guys!
Dear Grant/Richard. Slade sings Burrs part since Burr is more serious about Theodosia. The father who makes all the promises, but Slade couldn't see them all through. Hal sings Hamilton's part because Alexander is so proud of Phillip. He expresses more joy, like Hal does. Hal is celebrating and making promises, while Slade is lamenting and remembering promises. That's my favorite. I'm working on 'Dear T.J. /Richard' CSH possibly. I love that song.
Please tell me what was your favorite song was! And Bella? Pwease update? *Puppy dog eyes, Dickie joins in* I'll share Alfred's cookies with you!
