Y/n Bullying Richard John Grayson (1)
a/n: These are just snippets of banter that I wrote and have no story around them. Basically, I am shit posting.
Dick: It's complicated
(y/n):One of us is in the Flying Rodents Society and the other is one of the last living descendants of a primordial divinity.Â
Dick:You definitely sold me short
(y/n): *snorts* Whatever you say, Dickolas.Â
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Dick: *smarmiest grin* It's grown ups only, Wally.
(y/n): *shoves them both out
Dick:What the heck?!
(y/n): *sweetest smile*As you said Grayson, grown ups only
Bruce let's them in after awhile
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Dick: It's like everyone I know has a secret identity.Â
(y/n): What am I chopped liver?
Dick: You have a secret identity!
(y/n): I have a fucking business card!
Dick: What does it say? ‘(y/n) (l/n); Terminator in training’
(y/n): Fuck you, I flew the coop years ago.Â
Dick: That was just 2 years ago! *pauses and squints at you through his mask* And does it literally just say your name and terminator?
(y/n): *hands him a surprisingly professional looking business card*Â
It reads: (y/n) (l/n); Mercenary for Hire
Dick: That's kinda boring.
(y/n): Have you seen a fun business card?Â
Dick: Not really
(y/n): *looks smug
Dick: Isn't it dangerous to use your real name?
(y/n): Some of us don't legally exist Grayson
