#angroyarcher

I just wish everything was like that again

You too?

Don't hate me Roy.

But...

Dear Ex-Bestfriend,

We're not really ex-bestfriends anymore. We're working on it. I'm glad we're doing that.

Dick came from his room, needing some air and giving Babs some time to work. He had to clean up his face now that his missing tooth space had stopped bleeding. It felt weird, missing a molar, but what could he do? Maybe he'd put a fake one in later. Not like it's the first time he's lost teeth and had them replaced. His dentist was very good at knowing that Dick Grayson got into a lot of playboy scuffles in trendy clubs. He was rewarded handsomely with insurance premiums.

Everyone was a winner.

After cleaning up his face and changing into his civvies, he checked in to see if Colin was awake, finding the boy fast asleep with Rory under his arm. He smiled thinking of how full his life was with a new wife and a new son. He shut the door before wandering the hall to find where Roy was resting off his injuries.

He didn't bother to knock, he just walked in, because thats how they had always been when they were team mates. He grinned, sitting down in a chair by the bed, propping his bare feet on the mattress.

He tried to smile, but it wasn't quite there.

Fuck: You.

Marry: Robin

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