AN: Sorry it's a day late, I didn't know about it until the 2nd! And everyone go and sign the petition on to KEEP DICKIE FROM DYING
Day 1: Insomniac
He couldn't stop thinking. His mind was on overdrive. He could barely keep himself from going downstairs and checking to see if his search had turned up any results. "C'mon Grayson. Get to sleep. Bruce will kill you if he sees bags under your eyes." He glanced at the clock. Midnight. He groaned.
He tapped his fingers against the mattress at rapid speed. He muttered to himself. The strangest thoughts flitted through his head. Chicken whizzies. Zatanna. Wally. Tacostada. The Rogues. Garfield. His and Wally's online shipping war of Megan and Connor vs. Megan and Wally from several months ago. His high score on Flappy Bird. He looked at the clock. 2 a.m. "Sleep, Grayson." He muttered.
He heard Bruce come in. He had gone on patrol by himself that night. "Shit." He muttered. He turned off his phone and tugged his quilt up on top of him. Sure enough, a moment later Bruce poked his head into his room. "Dick." Bruce hissed. He didn't move. He knew that Bruce smiled, and then he shut the door. Dick looked at the clock. 4 a.m. "Sleep, Grayson." He muttered.
He kept checking the clock. 4:15 was met with a groan. 4:30 with a murmer of, "Sleep, Grayson." 5:00 with a curse. 5:30 with a whimper. And finally, at 5:45, he fell asleep. And 15 minutes later, Alfie came to wake him.