I'm working on a TT and YJ crossover where they have a competition to find out which team knows Robin best.

First off someone tagged me so I'll do that plus a story so we're all good.

1.Do I like someone?
Hell yeah, she's pretty awesome
2.Do they like you back?
Bitch I wish
3. Middle name?
Elizabeth for no fucking reason
4. Single or Taken?
Single as fuck hit me up girls
5. Last person I texted?
My best friend reciting how I was caught looking at the snow and I thought they had murdered someone
6. Last song I listened to?
Currently listening to Lane Boy by Twenty One Pilots
7. Battery percentage?
75%
8. Girl best friend?
Becca..if you're reading this don't
9. Boy best friend?
Dick Grayson bby
10. Fav OTP
I'd have to say either Birdflash or
Robfire
11. Why I made this account?
I basically used to write fanfic before I really knew what it was and I actually sent a script into Cartoon Network for a YJ episode (I was like 10 or something I'll try to find it.) I had all these stories and my friend was like you should put it online like these people and BOOM, you get an angsty 15 year old. Tbh I'm glad I did share them here because none of my friends were in my fandoms. It's fun seeing other people relate to you.

I'm supposed to tag 20 ppl so here ya go
JJY221
Sciencemoon1
Shimi-
Forever2004abby
Davestrider4705
user37564683
Red_Hufflepuff
My_Name_Is_BROKEN
InsanityIsInfinate
greekgodesss
DemonWayne
YoungJusticefanB01
Cottoncandy10121
houdini2015
seagullstop
RovinLover
NIGHTWINGS_ASS
iida30
eviebob01
Niall4eves

Right story time boi, this is Birdflash Set a few months after Wally peaced out.

EDIT: TW BLOOD/INJURY/MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

After a tiring night, you would expect Dick to get a good night's sleep. However with the work piling up without his special speedster to help him and stress building up, when he finally got to sleep his dreams were quickly distorted into nightmares. He was on a mission. He had lost contact with Tim and Damian but Jason had stuck with him on account of Bruce forcing him to. Dick ran so fast that Jason couldn't keep up. He promised to never let them out of his sight and he had just gone back on it. "This way!" he yelled, hearing Damian's scream for help. They followed it and found Damian as well as Tim laying on the floor. Blood consumed their bodies, their faces painted with it. Their expressions were not those of peace but of extreme pain. "No!" Dick screamed as tears fell down his face. "For God's sake Dick! This is all your fault! Their blood is on your hands!" Jason scolded.

 "But I tried to keep them safe! I did what I could! I'm not like Batman I can't keep everyone safe." 

"No shit! They're dead and now I could die! You're pathetic!"

Dick looked up at him then screamed in horror as his eyes set on the new body on the floor. Jason was no longer standing over him. He was crumpled on the floor, caked in blood. His expression matched the others, his green eyes staring right back at his. (I always thought Jason had green eyes but I looked it up and it said he had blue.) He almost ripped his vocal chords screaming at the horrid sight in front of him. His brothers were dead all because of him. He couldn't protect them. He could never protect them.

Dick fell out of bed, hitting his face on his hard wooden bed side table. He was breathing quickly and harshly. His eyes were frantically searching for his communicator to the Teen Titans. He would just give Damian a quick call to make sure he was okay then call Tim and Jason. They didn't have to know what he saw but he had to know if they were alright.

Damian was cleaning his sword when his communicator rang. "Grayson?" he questioned, looking at the caller ID. He accepted the call and saw a very tired, very sweaty Dick Grayson. A medium sized cut could be seen above his eyebrow and by the position of him, it looked as though he'd been knocked to the ground. "Grayson, what happened?" he asked.

"N-nothing," Dick lied.

"Your face is bleeding right here," Damian replied, pointing to the place on his own face. Dick did the same thing and saw the blood on his fingertips. "I must've just hit my head falling out of bed. Anyway, are you alright? No cuts no bruises? All good?" he inquired in a panicked manner. "I'm perfectly fine Grayson. Should I inform someone of your current situation?" he responded. Dick shook his head. "No no, I was just making sure you were okay. I gotta go but call if you need anything alright." He promptly ended the call.

"Who was that Damian?" Starfire asked, overhearing another voice from his room. He should really close his door more often. "Grayson. Starfire, is it possible to go to his apartment?" he asked. She nodded with a confused look. "Has something happened?" 

"I don't know and I don't like not knowing." he replied, bringing his sword with him.

Tim and Jason had just got back from a mission when Dick called the Batcave. They exchanged bewildered looks and accepted the call. "Dick, is something the matter?" Tim asked.

"What happened to your face?" Jason added. 

"I just fell out of bed. I wanted to make sure you're okay," he replied.

"We're fine. Are you alright?" Tim answered, noticing his slight shaking. 

"Yes yes I'm alright, great even. I wanted to make sure you two were, gotta look after my baby brothers," he said with a fake smile. It was the fakest one they'd ever seen on him. 

"Don't call me that, I'm taller than you," Jason muttered. Dick instantly wiped the smile off his face. "Sorry, Jay. I gotta go, call if you need me okay?" He hung up quickly.

"He's not okay," Tim stated.

"He hasn't been since that damn speedster died," Jason replied. Tim glared at him. 

"His name was Wally. We need to go to Dick's place." Tim walked out the cave but Jason waited a moment. He had never seen a smile go off his face that quick before. It scared him slightly. Perhaps he'd gone too far in pushing the older away from him.

Dick sighed heavily and looked over at his bed. It felt so empty without Wally. Everything was becoming too much for him but he couldn't let the others know. They depended on him so Dick had to depend on Dick. He remembered when Wally would stay with him all the time when he felt sad and tell him it was okay. A sudden thought popped into his head. He knew it would make him cry but maybe just hearing Wally's voicemail again would make him feel better. Big mistake. Dick ended up curled on the couch crying his eyes out as he heard Wally's voice make a stupid pun. In his arms he held a plushie of Kid Flash that Wally had bought him as a joke but now it was the closest he had to hugging him.

Damian arrived at Dick's apartment shortly before Tim and Jason. "Did he call you too?" he asked. They nodded and he sighed. "What's with the sword?" Jason questioned.

"I thought Grayson was being attacked but now I worry it might be something violence can't fix." He knocked on the door and waited. There was no answer so Jason pulled out the key Dick had given him when he first came back and let himself in. He gasped at the sight of Dick looking so helpless on the couch, clutching a Kid Flash plushie and crying hard. "Dick?" he asked as Tim and Damian walked in and gasped too. Dick didn't hear him. His mind was too frantic to register a sound other than Wally's voice and his own crying. It was Damian who gathered up enough courage to walk over to Dick. He put a hand on Dick's shoulder, making him snap his eyes open and look at him. Once he saw his younger brother he immediately sat up and wiped his tears. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" he asked. 

"You were acting weird when you called us so we came here to check on you," Damian explained, slightly in awe of how quick Dick changed for them. "I'm fine, don't worry. Just a little sad about-," he had to pause to choke down some tears, "about Wally."

Jason slowly began to back out knowing he wouldn't be of much help. Unfortunately, Dick noticed, a flicker of hurt appearing on his face. "You should all go home. I'll be okay. Take after Jay," he said with that fake smile again. Tim and Damian glanced over to Jason with glares. 

"Are you seriously trying to walk out when Dick is clearly upset? What kind of brother are you?" Tim shouted. He sighed and looked back at Dick. "You can go," he told him. Jason, being Jason, began to walk out again. "Come on you two, you better be getting home. Can't have Bruce and Kori worrying about you," Dick said, standing up and showing them out the door. They looked at each other, in all their time of knowing one another they hadn't agreed on a single thing that is until right now when they agreed Dick was not okay. Sneakily, Tim hid a bug in Dick's apartment then walked out with Damian following him closely. "Are you sure you don't want us to stay?" Damian asked. "Quite sure. Thanks for coming over and checking though. It's always great to see you," he replied, tears welling up again. He swiftly shut the door and breathed in deeply.

Knowing he couldn't spend another night sleeping on the couch after crying himself to sleep, Dick walked back to his bedroom with the plushie in hand. "Why did you have to leave Wally? You were so great at cheering me up," he whispered, staring into the eyes of the plushie. "I can't let them know I'm not alright and I can't let anyone know. The League needs me to stay strong, to set an example to the younger partners of what to do after a loss. My brothers need me to stay strong for them. Damian is scared of getting attached as is Jason and Tim, well, Tim over thinks. I have to be there to tell them it's okay even if I get yelled at or punched." Dick laughed at himself. "I'm talking to a damn doll. God, I've gone insane after all these years." 

Outside of the apartment, they heard everything and felt worried. "I didn't know Grayson felt like this," Damian stated. 

"None of us did," Jason replied. 

"You can't talk, you were trying to escape when he was clearly in need of our help," Tim scolded.
"I'm not good at this kind of stuff and he knows it so don't blame me for-"

"Shut up both of you," Damian snapped. "We're going back in there and whether Grayson likes it or not he's getting our attention." He swiftly snatched the key away from Jason, unlocked the door and stomped straight to Dick's room. "Ladies first," Jason said. 

"Age before beauty," Tim countered. 

"Fuck you," he responded, walking in. 

"Most people want to fuck me," he joked.

"I'm going to jump out a fucking window."

"Grayson you've got my attention and I'm not leaving till you are alright," Damian stated after kicking his door open. Dick jumped in shock. "Jesus Damie, you could've broken my door. I'm not made of money," he told him. However, the younger didn't care and walked over to him. For a second Dick thought he'd get punched in the face but Damian just hugged him tightly. "Damian, what are you doing?"

"Hugging you idiot." 

"At least let me get comfortable first." 

"Nope." Dick rolled his eyes with a soft smile and got under the sheet with a clinging Damian. 

"Are you comfortable there?" 

"Yes, very comfortable," Damian replied. A small laugh escaped Dick's lips. Tim walked in and instantly got jealous. "Scooch over," he ordered. After Dick moved a little he had another set of arms wrap around him. He smiled warmly at Tim. "You don't have to do this," he stated.

"Yes, we do. You're also coming to live at the mansion again. You clearly aren't ready to be alone yet," Tim told him. Dick sighed. 

"I thought it would get easier but it didn't. I should've learnt from Jason's death that I wouldn't be alright," he admitted.

At this point, Jason came in with curiosity. "You were upset when I died?" he asked.

"Of course I was. I lost a brother. Wally had to take care of me for weeks before I could even bear to go out again. I couldn't even go out on patrol for at least a month." Jason welled up a little and sat on the edge of the bed. "Your death was what made me so protective over these two," he added, gesturing to the two boys beside him. "You missed me that much?" Dick nodded then looked out of his window. "I'm sorry I wasn't there that night to protect you like an older brother should. I promise I won't make the same mistake again," he said, crying again. The two boys grips got tighter and Jason let a few tears loose. "You listen to me, you are the greatest brother ever. You are more than anyone deserves. What happened was the Joker's fault and if you were there you would've died too." Dick wiped his tears away and smiled.

"I've just been so down after Wally went, I don't know what to do with myself." 

"Just try to be you. Maybe he'll come back," Damian suggested. 

"That's not possible Damian," Tim reminded him. 

"Erm I'm living proof people can come back from the dead," Jason butted in. 

"Hopefully I'll have myself together so when he does, it'll be okay."

Soon after they all fell asleep. Damian was clutched onto Dick still, a soft smile on his face. Dick had a protective arm around Tim and Damian whilst Jason had his arm protecting Tim.