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Dick Grayson x reader

Prompt: Based on the song, Exit Wounds - The Scripts, come up with a shockening scenario.

Author note: It's similar to the Dick Grayson x Suicidal Reader one shot I did.

Dick's pov

My hands are cold, my body's numb
I'm still in shock, what have you done?
My head is pounding, my vision's blurred.
Your mouth is moving, I don't hear a word.

I remember the day you died. The day that you committed suicide after the years of bullying.

And I hurt so bad, that I search my skin.
For the entry point, where love went in.
And ricocheted and bounced around.
And left a hole when you walked out, yeah.

Was I not enough? Was I not enough to keep you going? To keep you alive?

I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room.
Can anybody help me with these exit wounds?
I don't know how much more love this heart can lose.
And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds.
Wounds!
Where they're leaving, the scars you're keeping.
Exit wounds.
Where they're leaving, the scars you're keeping.

I watched as the doctors brought you into surgery, trying to mend your open vein. My heart broke in two.

Marks of battle, they still feel raw
A million pieces of me, on the floor
I'm damaged goods, for all to see
Now who would ever wanna be with me?

I keep remembering the times that you asked me, when we were friends, "Now who would ever want to be with me?"

I've got all the baggage, drink the pills
Yeah, this is living but without the will
I'm backing out, I'm shutting down
You left a hole when you walked out, yeah

You lay next to my parents' graves. The grave I never wanted to see until we were old. Until we had kids.

I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room
Can anybody help me with these exit wounds?
I don't know how much more love this heart can lose
And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds
Wounds!
Where they're leaving, the scars you're keeping
Exit wounds
Where they're leaving, the scars you're keeping

The tears that stain my cheeks everytime I see a woman being harrassed by thugs. The thought of you is unbearable.

Lose your clothes and show youe scars, that's who you are.
Lose your clothes and show your scars, that's who you are.
Lose your clothes and show your scars, that's who you are.
Lose your clothes and show your scars, that's who you are.

Even though I have my family and my best friend, Ty (me), it's not the same.

Marks of battle, they still feel raw
A million pieces of me, on the floor.

I would give my whole life to have you live again. Why were you taken from me?

I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room.
Can anybody help me with these exit wounds?
I don't know how much more love this heart can lose.
And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds.
Wounds!
Where they're leaving, the scars you're keeping.
Exit wounds.
Where they're leaving, the scars you're keeping.

(Your full name)
Aged 18
1999-2017
Beloved friend and
Girlfriend