Hey! Hope your all doing well during this wonderful pandemic. If you wouldn't mind sticking aroung for the quick AN at the end of the chapter that'd be awesome! Thanks!!

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TW: Bullying, Transphobia (the transphobe gets his ass whooped tho), and what could vaguely be read as a mention of abuse but it only last like one sentence

Please don't trigger yourself if any of these can set you off, if these make you uncomfortable or could possibly trigger anything, read with caution or don't read at all. It's up to you. 

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Dick didn't really care for recess. He enjoyed the break from the classwork, but all the other kids avoided him because they thought he was boring, so he mainly ended up sitting along the wall and reading a book. The other kids were extremely loud though, and the random screams hurt his ears from time to time.

But recess wan't necessarily 'bad' in his opinion. He just wished the teacher would let him to stay inside the classroom.

Dick looked up from his book at the loud 'thump' on the other side of the wall. He expected laughter or to see a group run over to grab a ball they'd thrown. He didn't expect an pained hiss.

He looked over the side of the wall to see an older kid smiling down at the new kid in Dick's grade who had a decent sized scrape on his arm.

"Sorry." Jonathan was the younger boy's name, Dick thought. He'd just transferred to this school a week and a half ago.

"Watch yourself bro, you wouldn't want your secret getting out at this school too, would you?" There was laughter that time but it sounded malice, like how goons laughed when they thought it'd be 'fun' to push him around.

If that was Jonathan's brother (Michael? Dick though that was the older's name) why wasn't he helping him? Dick's brothers fought a lot but they were never cruel enough to (Dick assumed) blackmail and laugh at one another like this.

"I-It's not a secret." Jonathan said back, cradling his arm. "I just haven't told anyone yet."

The older boy laughed again, kicking some dirt up towards the Jonathan's face. "Sure. And when you do tell someone its gonna be just like at the last school. Why don't you just man up." Jonathan flinched and Dick had seen enough.

"You are unnecessarily cruel." Dick said standing  beside Jonathan.

Michael just looked amused, "Who's this? I bet your 'friend' doesn't know."

Dick looked directly at the older boy. "Please stop harassing my classmate."

"Back up, tiny." The older said offhandedly, pushing Dick off to the side.

Dick grabbed Michael's wrist getting an annoyed gasp from the other. Michael tried to pull his wrist away, getting angrier when Dick didn't let go. 

"Let go, freak." Michael spat, still tugging on his wrist.

"Apologize to Jonathan." Dick said, watching the older struggle aimlessly.

"Get out of here before I beat your ass, kid."

"Just get out of here, Dick." Jonathan said, pulling Dick's attention away from his brother.

Dick shook his head. "He is obviously messing with you to purposely harm you."

"Ok, you've had your chance." Michael took a swing towards Dick head, an annoyed look on his face. Dick dropped down, flipping Michael over his shoulder in the process.

"Dick just leave." Jonathan stressed, grabbing Dick lightly by the arm.

"Is he going to hurt you?" Jonathan looked away, not giving a response. That was enough.

Dick turned back towards Michael who was just getting up from the fall. "Apologize and leave and I will leave you alone."

"You're screwed ya little shit." Michael ran towards Dick, a sloppy fist aimed towards Dick's head. Dick stood with Jonathan behind him, standing in a loose (a little sloppy because Jason said if he had to fight at school he had to make sure no one associated him with Robin) fighting stance.

Michael tried to punch Dick in the face again, but got punched in the gut instead. The older doubled over, holding his stomach.

Michael coughed, looking up at Dick. "Leave. Now. Or you won't walk away without a broken bone."

Dick's expression didn't change, "Apologize and leave." Michael stood up, and attempted (stupidly in Dick's opinion) to punch Dick in the head for the third time.

Dick sighed, grabbing the other's fist before flipping Michael to the ground again where he landed on his stomach. Before the older could even cough from hitting the ground Dick dropped on top of him and twisted his arm behind his back.

"Apologize and leave."

"Get off me." Michael coughed, trying to get up. Dick twisted his arm a little harder, making the other cry out.

"Apologize and leave."

"Jonathan." Michael said, making his brother looked towards him. "I'm your brother, help me."

"You don't have to help him if you don't want to Jonathan. But if you want me to let him go I will." Dick said.

Jonathan looked between the two before settling on looking towards Dick. "Just," he sighed. "Just don't hurt him to bad."

"Jonathan!" Dick smiled again at the surprise in Michael's voice.

"You hurt me enough as it is Michael, see how you like it." Jonathan said, smiling up at Dick in satisfaction.

"Apologize and leave and I will let you go."

Michael sneered, trying to get out of Dick's grip, but failing and just making Dick's grip tighter.

"I'm-" He sighed angrily. "I'm sorry, Jonathan."

"Now promise you will not harass Jonathan again."

"Just get off of me!" Dick pulled his arm tighter, just shy of breaking something.

"I-I promise! I promise not to mess with him!" Dick looked up towards Jonathan who suddenly looked very mad.

"It's them, jackass." Jonathan spat. "You can let him go now, Dick." Dick nodded, easily letting go of Michael who ran away in an instant.

"That was awesome! Thank you so much." Jonathan said, rushing over to Dick in an instant. Dick just smiled back at him.

"Can I ask you a question?" Dick said, watching Jonathan's smile slowly fall.

"Go ahead."

"Why did you say 'it's them' to Michael."

"Oh," Jonathan said, more surprised than anything. "I'm non-binary. Not a boy or a girl so I use they/them pronouns."

Oh. Oh. Tim has told Dick about people like that. That meant Dick had been using the wrong pronouns. He needed to apologize.

"I'm sorry for using the wrong pronouns for you then." Jonathan smiled again.

"It's cool you didn't know, but thank you." They looked over to where Michael had ran, seeing him talking to a teacher.

"I'm sorry for Michael getting you in trouble." They said, fidgeting with their hands.

"I chose to start a fight so it's my fault." Dick shrugged. Seeing a teacher walking their way.

"If you don't get in to much trouble." Jonathan said tentatively, "Wanna hang out another day?"

"I'd like that." Dick smiled back. "I will-" what was the term? This was his friend now, what was a friendly term he'd learned? "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, see ya later."

"So Mr. Grayson, would you like to tell your guardian what you did?" Damian looked at the principal before putting his attention on Dick who was calmly looking towards him. 

"I defended my friend." Dick said flatly.

The principal took in a long deep breath. "Is that all you did Mr. Grayson?"

Dick's expression didn't falter. "Yes."

The principal sighed again before turning to look back at Damian. "Mr. Grayson did defend another student. But in the process he badly harmed the other student who is currently on the way to the hospital for a supposed broken arm."

Damian feigned a look of shock. Dick wouldn't start a fight without good reason so this wasn't just a useless fight. He looked back back down at Dick.

"Why did you have to defend your friend?"

"Their older brother was harassing them over their pronouns." Dick said simply. It wasn't what Damian expected, but it was a good reason.

"Oh," Damian said. The principal looked smug. "Good job then."

"G-Good job?" The principal stuttered. "He harmed another student!"

Damian looked towards the principal. "Is the other student in any trouble for bullying another? Especially over something as big as transphobia?" The principal looked pale. "I thought this school didn't tolerate bullying of any type? Didn't the adds say it was 'accepting of every gender, race, religion, and orientation?'" He quoted.

"W-We are! Mr. Wayne! It's just that-"

"I believe that this is over then." Damian said, pushing away from the desk. The principal sat back, knowing he was in a rough spot. "Come on Dick, Alfred was cooking when I left." Dick stood and followed Damian out the door.

"Ms. Valentine." The principal called anxiously. "Get Michael Walter's father on the phone please."

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