2 days left and it feels like I've just started this fanfic even though there's over 100 parts. So if you're reading my I don't know fam story you'll know that Dick didn't go straight to the Wayne family and shit like that. Basically this story is a tie in that I thought would be fun. Enjoy!

Red Hood: 16

Red Robin: 17

Renegade: 18

Robin:10

EDIT: TW BLOOD/INJURY

They were yelling at him. He had to shoot. He had to. He could hear Red Hood shouting to make sure none of the 50 men got back up. He had to shoot or they would all be killed. There was no choice in the matter. Robin's hearing became fuzzy, everyone's voice was fading in and out. Red Robin was yelling at Red Hood saying Robin couldn't do it. Red Robin was saying this wasn't right. Renegade was saying it was. They had got the gun from the men attacking them. Red Robin had taken it off Red Hood who wanted to bring it back. He wouldn't allow real guns with real bullets in the Batcave. No way. The jet arrived to pick them up. They had no weapons and the men had guns. The men had caught up with them which stopped them from boarding the jet. They stood no chance if they didn't shoot back at the men. Robin was told to shoot because Red Hood's shooting hand was broken and none of the others were trained in gun skills. 

Their arguing ceased when Robin pulled the trigger and perfectly hit non-fatal shots into the men chasing them. They got away and everyone stared at Robin who was completely silent. His eyes were glazed over as tears slowly slid down his face. Red Robin gasped a little when he heard the gun shots. At first, he thought that one of the men had gotten on the jet with them. When he turned around and saw it was Robin, his heart broke. Robin slid down onto his knees and stared at the men now laying on the ground. Their blood pooled together and there were screams and shrieks of pain. His breathing hitched. "Are you happy with yourself?" Red Robin yelled at Red Hood. "We just survived because of him shooting that gun. Deal with it," Red Hood replied. He glared at the older and went to help Robin up so they could escape. "We need to go," Renegade announced, hearing alarm bells in the background. "Robin, come on." But Robin didn't move or react. Red Robin touched his shoulder to snap him out of it which made him jump violently. "D-Did I?" Robin asked, looking up at Red Robin. 

"They're just hurt, they're not dead." Robin nodded and got up with the help of his brother. Renegade ran over and grabbed both of their wrists before dragging them to the jet.

Inside the jet, Red Robin immediately got to work and got them out of there whilst Renegade wrapped up Red Hood's hand. Robin sat down and looked out the window, bringing his knees to his chest and resting his chin on them. Red Hood noticed his sad demeanour and sighed. "Hey Rob, you know I only ordered you to do that because it was our last resort right?" he asked. Robin nodded. "I know." Renegade raised an eyebrow. He sounded a little angry. 

"You seem mad," he commented.

"Mad? Yeah, I'm mad!" he replied, suddenly getting up. "I just shot 50 men because Jason ordered me to and only Tim said this wasn't right!" he added. 

"I ordered you to because I couldn't shoot that gun myself!" Jason yelled back. 

"But you chose me! You chose me when you know my past! You knew it and you still did it!"

"My God Dick it's been three years since that happened and you only spent like a month with him!" Tim stood up and walked to Dick to comfort him. 

"It was three months six days 5 hours and 34 minutes." Dick corrected. "If you want to belittle me then get the time frame right," he added. His voice was dangerously low and his eyes were dark, full of hate and anger. "Dick I didn't mean it like that it's just you should've got over it by now." Damian scoffed at him.

"Scars don't go away over time Todd," he spat. 

"I know." Jason sighed and looked at Dick. He stared at Jason with little unshed tears in his eyes.

"Come here Dickie-bird," Jason told him. Dick went over to him and found himself in a hug. 

"Sorry, it was the only thing I could do." 

"Yeah well sorry isn't gonna be enough this time. Also, I'm telling Bruce. Good luck being without cigarettes for a week," Dick replied, hugging him back a little. 

"Please don't tell Bruce."

"Oh, he's telling Bruce," Tim added.

"Or we will," Damian continued.

That was so shitty 😂 last two could be suggestions if ya quick enough ppl.