Voicemails - Dick Grayson x Reader
a/n: i really hope you like it! or not, because this is kinda sad so.
WARNING: ANGSTY, DEATH.
Summary: Dick comes back from a mission, and calls the number of his late girlfriend’s number, like he does every night for the past three years.
One of those nights were Dick Grayson is feeling a lot more like Nightwing than Dick Grayson. Is one of those nights were only a couple of hooligans are disrupting the gloomy city of Gotham, being quickly taken to justice by Nightwing and Robin.
“He was almost crying for his mother!.” Damian shouts with amusement as they walk through the batcave. Dick snorts, ruffling Damian’s black hair, earning a frown from the little devil spawn. “Don’t do that.”
Dick simply shrugs. “Sorry, Dami, you’re just too adorable.”
“Would an adorable kid kick your ass?.” He asks, furrowed eyebrows and arms crossed over his chest. Dick rolls his eyes, taking of his domino mask.
“Maybe you are Bruce’s biological kid, but-.”
“I’m also Ra’s al Ghul’s grandson!.”
“God, you’re so dramatic. I’m taking a shower, later, Dami.” Dick finishes by ruffling Damian’s hair once again, earning a huff from him.