-TRANS AU (FTM)-
-It's weird writing a trans AU as a Trans person lol. My life is boring-

Ages: 

Damian - 25

Tim - 19

Jason - 17

Barbara - 15

Dick - 13

Dick got home from school and ran to the upstairs bathroom. He unbuttoned his uniform skirt and kicked it off, unbuttoning his shirt and snapping off his bra, he grabbed the clothes he'd left folded on the sink counter and shimmied into them: black jeans and a sweatshirt. 

He was SO glad that Bruce let him get a shorter, androgynous, haircut. He'd came out to his family about two weeks ago, and thankfully, he'd been accepted with open arms (even if it took Bruce and Alfred a few days to process). 

The issue was that he wasn't out publicly. He wanted to avoid all the drama while he was still new to this, and Bruce agreed that whether he had a big coming out or a small one, it would probably end up an overwhelmingly big deal thanks to the media.

Sadly this meant he still had to present as female at school, which meant skirts, and she/hers, and girls bathrooms. It sucked! He was constantly scared that he'd be dress coded, or groped. He just wanted to be seen as a boy!

Not many people knew about his being trans, only Bruce, Alfred, his big brothers, and Barbara. they were super supportive, and had agreed to use his new name, but it sucked having to go out of the manor and be deadnamed.

He left the bathroom and headed downstairs to get a snack.

"Hey- uhh- Richard!" Jason called, he'd almost slipped up there. They didn't really have nicknames for him yet.

"Dick, Jason."

"I don't want to call my brother 'Dick'!" He laughed. "Unless you're being a dick!"

Dick rolled his eyes. His name choice came back to bite him a little there. "Someday you'll refuse to call me Richard. I promise."

"Yeah sure- hey, can I tell my friends that you have new pronouns?"

Dick shrugged. "Yeah, just tell them to keep it quiet."

"Rad! They keep asking about my sister, and I don't know what to say."

"Great, well jut make sure they don't tell." His brother nodded, and Dick headed into the kitchen.

"Hey.. little Brother." Tim was still in the phase of aggressive gender affirmation so Dick would know he supported him. It was a bit cringy, but Dick still really appreciated the affection.

"Hey Tim." Dick took the bread out and started making peanut butter toast.

Tim leaned against the fridge, watching him. "How was school?"

"Meh... bad." He shrugged. "But no worse than normal."

Tim frowned a little. "Well it's almost the weekend. Need any help with homework?"

"Probably." He replied. "I just wanna unwind a little first. "

"That's great! Totally valid. Just let me know." Tim said quickly.

He was still testing the waters around Dick, not sure if he wanted to go full-on teasing asshole, like with his other brothers, or keep coddling his youngest sibling. He always thought he was protective of Dick cause he was the youngest, but know he was worrying that he'd only done it because Dick was his only little sister. 

That was worrying because he wanted to see Dick as a boy, but was scared their whole relationship would change, or that he'd realize he'd only treated Dick that way because of gender stereotyping.

"Can you grab the peanut butter?" Dick asked, balancing on his toes, struggling to reach the jar. Tim brought it down to him. "Thank you!" Dick winced at the sound of his voice, it was so high and feminine! He hated it!

"you're welcome. Have you-uh..." Tim didn't want to rush his brother, or stress him out too much, he'd heard that coming out was a really difficult time. "Have you thought any more about telling Wally."

Dick's face dropped a little, making Tim immediately regret asking. "No... not really." It was hard. He and Wally were best friends, and he could tell that Wally had a crush on him, but that was only because he thought Dick was a girl. how was he supposed to tell Wally? It could ruin their friendship!

He'd been worried for years that Wally was only his friend because he had a crush on Robin, and if he found out Robin was a boy, he might realize he didn't actually like being Dick's friend, and was just there for the boobies.

"Well, don't worry! take your time! there's no rush!" Tim told him, desperately trying to backtrack, and spouting off reassuring phrases he must have found on some queer allies forum 

"It's fine. I just want to wait a little." Dick told him. "Telling Wally is something I want to do after I've come out publicly as ra-uh- Richard Grayson, y'know?" He almost messed up his own name. He hated doing that. He was always accidentally misgendering himself out of habit.

"Yeah, I get that."

"Neato, well, I'll be in my room." Dick ran upstairs. He wanted to take a nap, life was just too exhausting right now.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dick jerked awake to the sound of his phone going off. He picked up. "Hello?" He was pleased by the gravely tone his voice took on when he woke up.

"Dick? Did you come out on Instagram?" Barbara's voice asked desperately.

"...No..." Dick yawned. "...Why?"

Barbara gave a little squeak. "Dude- someone." She stopped herself, as if weighing the optics of telling him.

Dick had already caught on, and his mind was racing. "What? Someone did what?" He prayed his assumption was wrong.

"Someone outed you, dude!" She panted.

Dick was wide awake now. He leapt out of bed. "What? Who did!?"

"I don't know, but there's this post a fuck-ton of people are sharing in Instagram..." Dick felt sick to his stomach, a creeping feeling of dread enveloped him. Someone outed him? Who? Why? How did they know when he only told His family and Barbara? Wait- "Dick? Dick are you okay? I'm on my way over, just sit tight, okay?"

"Jay's friends."

"What?"

"I told Jay he could tell his friends my new pronouns."

"Shit." Barbara said, unsure of what to follow up with. "Okay, stay there, I'm on my way. I'll be there in twenty minutes, I'm just passing the library." She reported. "Promise me you won't do anything dangerous?"

"I promise." He agreed. She thanked him and hung up. Dick felt completely hollow inside. He checked his phone and saw about a million Instagram notifications. He didn't want to check them as he felt the ill feeling return. 

He left his room, the entire upstairs felt still and empty. he headed downstairs to find the same affect, but then he headed to the batcave, where all hell was breaking loose.

"This is all your fucking fault! it's a miracle if He forgives you for this!"

"He said it was okay for me to do! they said they wouldn't say anything! how was I supposed to know this would happen?"

"Maybe you shouldn't have such asshole friends!"

"OKAY! Let's focus on the issue at hand!" Bruce told them. "Whether this is Jason's fault or not-"

"It is!" Tim scowled at his little brother.

"We can't change that it happened, and we just need to fix it!" Their father told them. "Damian, update."

"I've sent bot accounts to report the original post, but it's definitely been reposted enough."

Bruce swore softly, and hastened to the other side of the batcomputer, working diligently. "Would it help if we tried to shut off the app, or the wifi in Gotham for a day?"

"No, it's certainly been screenshotted."

"Can we claim hoax?" Tim asked?

"The post had screencaps from Todd's groupchat."

"Photoshop?" Jason begged, something had to fix this. "Wait, show me the screenshots!" Damian pulled them up, scowling. Jason exploded. "Sam took those screenshots?! Fucking Dickhead! Transphobic piece of shit!" He wanted to break something, or someone.

"Guys?" Dick made his presence known.

"Sweetie, go back upstairs."

Dick got that Bruce was still getting used to this, but he'd have to make a list of things that needed to stop not he was out as a boy. Number one and two were 'sweetie' and 'darling'. 
"I already know! Barbara called me." He reported.

"Christ, okay. We're handling this. it's going to be FINE." Tim assured him. "Just don't get involved, because people are being very reactionary right now."

"transphobic, you mean." Dick said. 

"There are some really disturbing things being thrown around here, that I don't want you to have to see." Bruce told him. 

"It's about my life! Can I at least know what's going on?" Dick's voice was frantic and he wanted to cry. He'd already been scared about coming out, and now he'd been outed by someone he didn't know.

Across the cave, Jason had spent the past two minutes screaming at someone over the phone.

"AND FUCK YOU IF YOU CAN'T DO THE BARE FUCKING MINIMUM! YOU FUCKING DICK!" He spat on the ground. "FUCK YOU!" He threw his cell onto the cave floor as hard as he could, sweating and tearing up a little from rage. 
Panting, he turned to Bruce. "I need a new phone."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Barbara had called her father to say that she had to stay the night at the Wayne's and skip school because her best friend Roselyn was being threatened by a boy at school and needed mental support to stop her from hurting herself.

This was a plain white lie, because her best friend had been threatened by a twelfth grade boy, but his name was Dick, not Roselyn (Her dad didn't need to know that, though).

She'd sat with Dick on his bed, holding him while he cried and vented and shouted out everything that had built up. She cried and shouted too, and by one am, they'd passed out together, thoroughly burnt out.

Bruce and his older boys were up all night though, he tried to encourage Jason and Tim to sleep, since tomorrow was Friday, but they'd refused. Jason was still boiling with fury that his 'friend' could do that. 

Bruce was mad too. It was ending up a slow process, trying to see Dick as his son, but now, he felt it as true fact. Maybe it was seeing all these assholes on the internet say he was still a girl, or seeing how much this upset Dick, but he knew Dick was his Son, just to prove them wrong.

Tim yawned. "So the original post was taken down, but there are still a bunch of reposts and screenshots floating around."

"You should do a press statement saying it's a hoax, or slander or something." Jason told him.

"No, because that will force Dick back into the closet." Tim told him. "And it'll be even harder to come out on his own."

"So what? We just let this spread? Will he even be able to go back to school without someone hate crime-ing him?"

"Okay! Break apart!" Bruce reminded them. "I'll put out a vague tweet about it, and we'll let it blow over."

"And if it doesn't?"

"I'm preparing for that as well." Bruce admitted. "But we're lucky enough to have the law, and the best attorneys in the country on our side."

-I have a wholesome prequel planned about Dick coming out to his family, so stay tuned!-