Batfamily one shots

Life's Been Hard (Dick Grayson x Reader)

The first Dick Grayson chapter we've had in a while and it's angst? Smh, Author, smh.

Parent au (you and Dick have a son named John)

Changes happen and that makes life hard.

Warnings: Angst
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Your phone was ringing.

'It's probably the lawyer.'

The phone was still ringing.

'Where's John?'

Still ringing.

'John has soccer right now. Is Dick supposed to pick him up instead?'

Ringing, ringing, ringing–

There was a knock on your window and you were met with your son's heavy blue gaze.

You unlocked the car and John sat down heavily in the passenger seat.

"Your phone, mom," John grumbled as he got out his own phone.

You reached over for the phone and checked the caller ID.

Dick Grayson.

You hung up and started the car.

It was silent for at least five minutes before you noticed that the radio wasn't on.

"John, you okay?", You asked gently.

"You hung up on Dad," John replied coldly.

You took a deep breath, "I just… I don't want to talk to your dad right now."

"Oh yeah?", John glared out the windshield, "You never want to talk to Dad! Maybe if you actually talked to him, you two wouldn't be getting freaking divorced!"

You felt a pang in your chest at the mention of the divorce.

You resisted the urge to slam the steering wheel in a fit if rage and sadness.

"Sweetheart, you're too young to understand this, but–"

"I'm not too young to want to see my Dad!", John screamed suddenly.

You were silent as you kept on driving.

"I haven't seen him in days!", John glared at you with glassy eyes, "Why do you hate him?!"

"I love your Dad, okay?", Your breath had hitched halfway through your sentence and you cleared your throat, "It's just… things change."

John turned to look out the window.

"I hate you," John said with a warbled voice.

You noticed tears streaming down his face.

Your phone was ringing again, but neither of you bothered to answer it.

It was so hard to hold back tears of your own.

Dinner felt cold.

It wasn't cold of course, but it felt that way.

John wasn't really eating his food and neither were you.

"John–"

"I gotta study for this test tomorrow," John interrupted and ran to his room.

You sighed deeply and put your head in your hands.

Your phone rang again and you immediately hung up.