Unstable

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A/N: I have artist block so I'm writing. I'm really weird lately and I need to write something depressing so we'll see where this goes. I've been writing a lot of slash so I'm changing it up a bit. This is going to be really dark and Bruce is going to be a really bad guy at first.

Chapter one

He's been unmoving for three hours. He lays on his back staring at the ceiling, his limbs spread out. His chest rises and falls slowly. Something feels dead within him, something has for so long.

Richard Grayson closes his blue eyes and bits his lip. This is so wrong. Nothing is right. Not with the team, not with school and not with Bruce…not Bruce at all.

Dick finally rolls onto his side staring at the wall or at the poster of the flying Grayson's. His heart throbs at the sight. His parents, his kind, good, loving parents are gone. For what? They did nothing, nothing at all. And now he wishes he had died with them.

"Richard," a voice breaks threw his thought. Dick turns over and sees Bruce Wayne standing in the doorway. Dick feels his throat close up. Bruce has been so cold lately, and so harsh.

"It's time for patrol," the batman says and turns and leaves. Dick rises off the bed and walks behind his mentor. Once in the cave Dick changes and gets in the batmobile. Bruce takes off, Dick rest his head against the window.

Normally these rides are silent but it's comforting but this is uncomfortable to say the least. It's been this way for so long, Dick wonders what happened. The silence is interrupted by a radio signal; Joker has escaped from Arkham. Dick's heart drops.

He hasn't been functioning well lately; he can barely keep his mind from blurring. But there's no telling batman something like that.

They drive to the warehouse distract where Joker was sighted. The move in the shadows, Dick a foot or two behind his mentor. Now they here mad cackling and screaming. The pair rushes towards the noise and what they find is horrific;

The joker has slaughtered every worker in the warehouse. They lay in bloody heaps, laughs frozen on their dead faces. Dick's heart clenches.

Batman charges while Robin is frozen. He won't move he CAN'T move. He doesn't see the henchman coming up behind him. He does feel the knife pressed to his throat. He doesn't scream or hear the threat the man screams. He does hear the Jokers mad laughter. He feels himself being dropped and hears Bruce's fist shattering his captor's nose.

Bruce doesn't check on him he goes after the joker. Dick lays motionless on the ground waiting for his 'father' to come back. It feels like hours but soon he sees Bruce's boots.

"Get up," Bruce growls.

"I-I," Dick's words are broken. "I can't …" Bruce growls again and pulls Dick up.

"The joker got away," Bruce snarls. "Get in the car and stay there."

"But"

"NOW," Bruce shouts. Dick doesn't question any further.

?

When they return to the cave Dick exits the car and tries to go up stair to the manor but Bruce stops him.

"What the hell was that," Bruce demands. "You didn't even try to get away! You didn't even move!"

"I'm sorry," Dick whispers.

"I don't want sorry," Bruce snaps. "I want you to get your fucking head in the game!" Dick looks down at his shoes. Bruce wasn't acting like Bruce anymore; he hasn't in a long time. No now he's just batman.

"Get upstairs," Bruce says turning away from his son. "I've got work to do." Dick doesn't say anything, he just goes. Dick practically fleas the cave, running past Alfred on his way up. He doesn't even look at the man.

Dick goes into his room and locks the door. He doesn't even make it to the bed when he collapses on the floor and breaking down.

Just like every other night…